Yan Niang sat next to Cheng Li to accompany him. Mr. Yan didn't say a word, and grabbed Yan Niang with his shot, making it clear that he completely ignored Cheng Li. Not to mention that in Cheng Li's mind, he already regards Yanniang as half of his own woman. Even if the two parties have nothing to do with each other, purely acting on the scene, such an act is still tolerable, which is unbearable?

His face sank, and Cheng Li shouted, "Stop!" and pressed down on the zombie claw. At the moment of lightning, the arms of both sides touched, and Cheng Lideng shivered violently. I feel that the touch coming from the other person's claws does not look like a living person at all, but like a piece of ice, a piece of iron, or simply a piece of cold and hard pig iron buried in the ice and snow.

Mr. Yan's claws were suppressed, and he was only about three inches away from Yan Niang's hair, but he could never get any closer. Mr. Yan turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Get out!"

Before the sound fell, Mr. Yan's wrist twisted sharply, and the zombie claw rolled and spun around, grabbing Cheng Li's wrist violently. Even the elimination and fighting, turning, anti-customer-oriented, the shot is extremely violent.

The black qi surged out of thin air, wrapped around Cheng Li's arm, and was plated with a layer of color like a hellish abyss. The zombie claws grabbed hard, but let alone the flesh and bones, and they couldn't even hurt a piece of oily skin. Mr. Yan was stunned, and was about to change his tactics and attack again, when suddenly his wrist tightened, and he had already been clamped by Cheng Li's five fingers, as if he was wearing deputy handcuffs.

Mr. Yan's eyes were fierce and fierce, and he hissed, "Let go!" His left hand was hurriedly raised, and he couldn't help but say, so he grabbed Cheng Li's eyes.

The distance between the two sides is only a stone's throw away, so Cheng Li can see it clearly. The nails on Mr. Yan's claws are not only long, but also sharp, and at first glance, they look like five small knives mounted on the fingers.

That's it. What's even more excessive is that the edge of Mr. Yan's nails actually has a layer of black edges. It's like a real dead man's hand that just scratched through the dirt and came out of a coffin. made Cheng Li frown again and again.

Such a dirty claw, even a little touch of it, makes people want to vomit in disgust. What's more, let it pierce the eye? clamp the other person's right hand, because there is dark matter and black gas wrapping, like wearing a pair of black gloves, it doesn't matter. But dark matter can't cover your eyes no matter what. Or, even if he could wrap it, Cheng Li became blind.

An extremely rare anger flashed in Cheng Li's eyes. He didn't say a word, he also raised his left arm like lightning, his arm was sharply retracted, his elbow was like a gun, and he poked Mr. Yan's wrist with a shot. As long as this poke is real, Mr. Yan's dead hand zombie claw, don't think about it again.

can be among the top five among the guests under the powerful prime minister of the current dynasty, Mr. Yan's skills must be real. Only then did he see Cheng Li's shoulders shrug, and he immediately knew the other party's next move. The distance between them was too close, and the elbow shot poked at him, and he couldn't dodge at all. When the time comes, not only will he not be able to make Cheng Li blind, but he will have to pay a hand.

His mind was racing, his voice was cold, and Mr. Yan also bent his arms and elbows, and poked him with a gun against a gun, and a gourd in the same way. It is to be strong and strong, and to be hard.

"Click~"

A strange cracking sound rang out, and an invisible ripple exploded in the air. Mr. Yan "Oh Oo Oo ~ " involuntarily took five steps back, with too much force under his feet, stepping through the floor of the cabin, and one leg immediately fell into it, so that his body was crooked, high left and low right. At first glance, it looks ridiculous.

No one could laugh. In the entire flower hall, there was silence. The people on the Wanhua Boat, from Yan Niang down, all covered their mouths tightly, for fear of making some noise and causing some trouble. The people on Yan Donglou's side all had their eyes wide open, staring at Mr. Yan's left arm.

The arm hung limply at his side, the part below the elbow twisted into a very strange shape. As long as you have practiced martial arts for a few days, you can see it clearly. This is a sign that the bones have been completely shattered.

So Cheng Li said lightly: "You are defeated." If you don't want to die, get out of here. ”

Mr. Yan gurgled in the depths of his throat, and the five fingers of his right hand, which was still intact, continued to bend and stretch, making a crackling and popping sound, but he always stood in place, motionless. Neither rolled, nor immediately pounced to fight again. In his eyes, there was a fierce light, sweeping around Cheng Li's body.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this scene, Yan Donglou, who had finally come back to his senses, couldn't help but gasp. He turned back to Zhai Fei and asked, "Fei Fei, am I mistaken?" Mr. Yan's elbow ...... Looks like it's broken?"

"Nope. You are not mistaken, eldest son. ”

Zhai Fei was still looking down, and said lightly: "Yan Fangda and Cheng Shao fought hard just now, and their elbows were all broken. ”

The pupils of Yan Donglou's eyes contracted sharply, and he lost his voice: "How is that possible? Mr. Yan's zombie skill has already been practiced into the transformation realm. Invulnerable. It is on par with the horizontal practice of Buddhism. Even if you find a strong man and smash him with a big iron vertebrae, you may not be able to break his bones. Why is this Cheng Li actually ......?"

Zhai Fei said calmly: "There is no absolutely unbreakable body protection magic skill in the world, it is just a difference in degree. Hercules took a big iron spine and smashed the bones of Fang Da, which did not mean that Cheng Li couldn't do it. ”

There is no doubt that this is nonsense. Because Yan Donglou didn't need to know if Cheng Li could do it—this was already a sure fact, and he still needed to ask, what he really wanted to know was "how did Cheng Li do it?" Unfortunately, even Zhai Feijing couldn't give an explanation about this.

But Yan Donglou also knew that it was of no practical significance to force this. In an instant, he had forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and asked in a deep voice, "So, Mr. Yan is defeated?"

Zhai Fei said lightly: "It's not defeated, it's already defeated." However, even if it is waste, it can be used. ”

Yan Donglou was stunned, although he nodded slightly. Reaching for his glass, he coughed.

Suddenly hearing Yan Donglou's cough, Mr. Yan, who was like a beast injured on his head, shook his body violently, and then subconsciously swept towards Yan Donglou with the corner of his eye. But he saw his owner nodding slightly to himself. Immediately, his hand shook, and the wine in the wine glass spilled out.

The water that is spilled and the words that are spoken cannot be recycled. Yan Donglou's action means that "there is no turning back when you open the bow". So even if Mr. Yan wants to stop fighting now, it is absolutely impossible.

As long as he dares to escape, then what awaits him after that is an endless pursuit to the death. Because the little prime minister Yan Donglou would never allow his subordinates, he took the money but refused to do anything. Unless the head of this traitor is removed, where will the face of the little prime minister go?

However, from beginning to end, Mr. Yan did not have the slightest intention of escaping. Joke. The descendant of the dignified Chenzhou Yan family, the ancestral zombie skill has long been cultivated, no pain, no injury, no death, no defeat, even a little white face can't deal with it?

Make up your mind and don't hesitate. Mr. Yan took a deep breath abruptly, and then suddenly exhaled and spoke, screaming sharply!

"Quack~~"

The whistling sound was sharp, like a long needle made of ice, piercing deep into the eardrum. Not only did it stab, but it also made the brain feel as if it was frozen by ice, and the mind suddenly became blank. Suddenly, almost everyone in the flower hall covered their ears with their hands, furrowed their brows, and their facial features were distorted, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Yan Donglou also counts those people, they are men, and most of them have martial arts, so they can barely resist it. But on Wanhuafang's side, from Yan Niang onwards, almost all of them are ordinary weak women who don't know martial arts. In an instant, most of the women made painful sounds, and their delicate bodies were shaky, and they couldn't even sit steadily.

Cheng Li was of course unaffected. When the lightning flashed, he immediately and sensitively distinguished. This scream is not as simple as the sound shaking the air. There seems to be some fluctuations in mental power.

In the E137 Research Institute, the research on robbers and hijacking forces has been quite in-depth. Among the various strange tribulation powers, a considerable part of them are closely related to spiritual power.

After a long period of research by relevant scholars, as long as the robber fixes his mental power fluctuations in a specific band, he can trigger a chain reaction in the quantum world, thus creating various magical effects. It is very similar to the various spells found in traditional religions.

Therefore, relevant scholars believe that the principles of those spells in traditional religion should be the same as those of the Tribulation Divine Power. However, the clergy of traditional religions are similar to robbers, who are naturally able to manipulate spiritual power. Or is it that the clergy could not control mental power in the first place, but the results obtained after rigorous training? Because the sample is too small, there is no relevant research as of Cheng Li's departure.

Regardless of the relationship between power and spells, it doesn't matter whether spells are innately present or nurture. All in all, the effect of Mr. Yan's scream was so strange, it was obviously some kind of spell.

Legend has it that the zombie skill of the Xiangxi Chenzhou Yan family is a combination of martial arts and Taoism. Non-martial arts, half-martial arts, half-martial arts, so it is very difficult. Try it yourself at the moment, and it really lives up to its reputation.

Cheng Li thought in his heart, of course, it was only a momentary thing in reality. The screaming sound was still in his ears, and he saw Mr. Yan leap into the air, stretched out a zombie claw that was still moving freely, condescendingly, and grabbed Cheng Li's head with a claw. Posture, movement, orientation, angle...... Everything is so familiar. Cheng Li's eyes froze, and he blurted out: "Nine Yin White Bone Claw?!"