The huge dark wolf claws fell like the sky, no matter how subtle Dongfang Yun's dog-beating stick method was, he couldn't show his skills after all. If you come hard, I'm afraid that even the town treasure of the beggar gang will be smashed on the spot!

At the moment of lightning, Dongfang Yun gritted his teeth hard, abandoned his stick with his palm, and bombarded with his palms towards the sky. The palm is as strong as a dragon soaring into the sky, and the momentum is majestic, which is the general outline and essence of the dragon and the essence of the eight fights - Kanglong has regrets!

On the face of the monk who was as warm as jade, there was no longer any tension like never before. He put his palms together, and the holy air swirled all over his body, and there were ten thousand green lotuses around his body, spinning and spinning, and life and death flowed. Unpredictable.

In an instant, the flower monk sat in the air, his whole body was suspended, and the golden mangs of the word "swastika" bloomed on his chest, fusing the ten thousand green lotuses, and at the same time blasted out with a palm towards the sky. Longhua Temple's seventy-two stunts, the great Panruo Divine Palm - Prajna Pudu!

The six masters, each going all out to urge the six stunts. The power is so powerful that it can be called earth-shattering, and the gods and ghosts are avoided. However, in a moment of thunder, the huge dark wolf claw was ruthlessly suppressed, and the heavy force like a mountain destroyed the pillar of light and flame qi that the six masters burst out because of urging the "Eight Gate Dunjia" with one blow!

"Boom~"

The earth shook and the mountains shook, the dust flew, everything was like a natural disaster coming, crazy and domineering! The dust did not fall, the aftermath did not disperse, the huge dark wolf claw turned into black qi and subsided, leaving a huge paw print with a radius of five zhang on the earth. There was a range of ten zhang beyond the paw prints, and the whole land fell down. True to its name, the sky is three feet high.

Within the range of paw prints, the six masters were kneeling and half-kneeling, bleeding from their mouths and noses one by one, and their facial features were distorted, looking extremely hideous and terrifying. But although they look embarrassed, they are already very powerful if they can hold on to their breath and not be killed on the spot.

The Burst Demon Wolf snorted coldly, raised his right hand and subconsciously made a gesture of shaking his hand. It looks like it's going to speak. However, at the snap of his fingers, the body of the Bursting Demon Wolf suddenly moved, and it had already disappeared from the spot.

Fast as a swift wind, rushing faster than thunder! In an instant, six bursting demon wolves seemed to appear in front of the six masters at the same time, not to mention that they suddenly punched head-on, surging down with the huge force of Wan Jun.

Before the iron fist arrived, the heavy force had already pressed the bones of the six masters to the point that they crackled like fried beans. The faces of the six masters changed drastically, but where was there any room for choice? Even if they were extremely unwilling, they could only muster up all their strength and do their best to resist.

But just now, in order to resist the blow of the huge dark wolf claw that was as heavy as a mountain, the six masters had done their best. At this moment, the old force has gone and the new force has not yet been born, how can he fight against the thunder punch of the exploding demon wolf again? As a last resort, he can only grit his teeth and wildly urge the technique of "Eight Doors Dunjia", completely recklessly squeezing the potential in his body. Even if you know that this move is to quench your thirst, but at the moment of life and death, who cares so much?

"Ping Pong~"

The crisp and shattering sound broke out first between the Bursting Demon Wolf and Shangguan Feipeng. Under the thunderous punch of the demon wolf, the head of the Kunlun faction, the "Yuke Sword", which has been passed down for generations, was shattered on the spot. The demon wolf's heavy punch was no longer blocked, and it slammed into Shangguan Feipeng's chest.

The face of the head of the Kunlun faction changed drastically, and a series of firecrackers exploded at the same time inside and outside the body, and the red blood arrows sprayed like arrows from within the seven orifices, but the whole person floated up like goose feathers, flying dozens of steps away, and then fell suddenly.

Despite the tragedy, no one took another look at Shangguan Feipeng. Because everyone present understands. At the moment when he floated, the vitality in his body was gone.

What's more, under the oppression of the demon wolf, the other five of the six masters are too busy to take care of themselves, who still has the heart to meddle in things?

"Crackling~Ping-Pong~"

The sound of bursting and shattering is endless, one after another. In an instant, the "Burning Lamp Ancient Sword" between the white clouds of Emei's head family, as well as the "Xuantian Double Dagger" of the Qing Lingzi of the Kongtong Sect, were all smashed with one punch, just like the "Yuke Sword". The two bosses also flew into the air and slammed into the ground.

However, I don't know if their foundation is stronger than Shangguan Feipeng's, or if it is the merciful relationship between the demon wolf's subordinates. After the two fell to the ground, although they also spurted blood wildly, they collapsed on the ground and couldn't move, but they still left a small half of their lives, so that they would not be killed on the spot.

Why don't the head of Qingcheng accept it, and the end will be better. He even kept a pair of dragon and tiger swords intact in his hand, but he was blasted out, coughing and panting on the ground, and he was also not killed.

But in the blink of an eye, the heads of the four major sword sects were dead and three disabled. The demon wolf didn't stop at all, and threw two punches one after another, so fast that it seemed that there was no difference in succession, and he hit Dongfang Yun and Monk Hua head-on. The strength has not diminished at all, and the momentum has reached a higher level.

The four arms were paired with each other, and they exploded into a shocking thunderbolt. Monk Lihua and Dongfang Yun were also like being hit by five thunderbolts, their feet firmly nailed to the ground, motionless.

After a few moments, the confused pupils of the two of them refocused, and then they completely collapsed and fell to their knees, both of them seemed to have aged at least ten years at once, not only wrinkled and loose skin, but also pale as a zombie, and there was no trace of ruddyness.

Defeated! Completely defeated! The head of Kunlun is dead. Nature is no longer aware. But the other five masters who are still alive are also heartbroken at this moment. At the same time, there is a great terror, a great shock, and a great despair.

They never expected it. The six of them are all well-known characters in the Central Plains martial arts. Whichever one stands up is enough to shock one side. The six of them worked together, and they also cultivated the technique of "Eight Gates Dunjia", and their cultivation was able to increase several times. It stands to reason that when you look at the world, there should be no more resistance.

But how did they deal with this Black Demon Lord, the six masters actually failed to occupy the slightest advantage from beginning to end, but were always pressed and beaten? Even in the end, they were defeated so badly and so completely?

However, this is the iron-clad reality! The cruel reality told them that in front of the Black Demon Divine Monarch, their so-called six masters were no different from three-year-old children at all. Anytime, anywhere, it's easy to lose.

Once this thought came to mind, the five masters couldn't stop trembling. A strong sense of discouragement spread even more quickly, filling the entire space, as thick as substance.

The Burst Demon Wolf looked at them coldly, and suddenly exhaled softly. The dark battle body immediately turned from real to virtual, and then turned into thousands of dusts, blending into the darkness.

Faded away from the body of the exploding demon wolf, Cheng Li said indifferently: "You are all dead. Shaking his head, he took a step, walked past the five masters, and walked into the depths of darkness, never to be chased again.

After this defeat, even though the lives of the five masters remained, the will of a martial artist in their hearts had completely collapsed. From this point of view, it is not quite appropriate to say that they are dead. Since there are already five dead people, why does Cheng Li have to bother with half an extra effort?