This is the power of the eight-armed fist, after this fist technique is cultivated to a high level, it can condense the internal force into a real arm that can be used against the enemy. Eight arms, eight weapons, eight hundred and sixty-four offensive moves, endlessly, fierce and difficult to be!

This is the power of the Eightfold Heavenly Warrior, once they reach this realm, they can control the internal force to the point of supernatural transformation, and transform it as they wish. Whether you want to condense into a golden dragon soaring into the sky, or a tiger pacing down the mountain, it's all a problem!

In the presence of such a strong man, anger is useless.

Zihuan jumped two feet in front of Wei Dali's body in the air, and her pretty delicate body released an internal force, which shook violently in mid-air, and her body froze, and then threw out the thirty-two dragon bone whips in her hand. The whip head pierced the night sky, like a dragon sweeping its tail, viciously sweeping towards Wei Dali's neck.

Zihuan is nicknamed Flying Bone Picking Flowers, and what she picks is not ordinary flowers, but blood flowers! If the whip falls on an ordinary person, the head can be removed and thrown aside.

It's a pity that Wei Dali is not an ordinary person, and this level of attack can't stop him at all.

"Good time!" Wei Dali laughed fiercely, and even stretched out his arm made of internal force condensed, and went directly to grab the whip that flew sideways.

If Wei vigorously grabbed this whip, Zihuan's whip would not be able to be saved.

At the moment when the whip head fell into Wei Dali's hands, Zihuan changed her move halfway, flipped the jade wrist, secretly used her internal force, and changed the direction of the whip. The keel whip reversed in a circle in the night sky, turning from a sweep to a vertical smash, and after changing the move, not only did the direction of attack change. Even the strength has been strengthened by a point. An even brighter white light emerged.

Wei Dali grabbed the air with one hand. The palm of the hand with sudden force suddenly clenched in the night sky, and the fingers collided with the palm, making a muffled sound of breaking the air. The moment he held it in the palm of his hand, the other arm came to "Pangu Qingtian", grabbed straight up, and reached out to grab the whip head that had changed direction.

Who would have thought that the whip that had just changed direction would change direction again in a short period of time. From the volley to the telescopic straight point, from this to Wei Dali's Lingtai acupoint.

Wei Dali's second arm grabbed the air, laughed easily, as if playing a game, and stretched out his third arm to grab the dragon bone whip.

In this way, Zihuan and Wei Dali fought together, and in a short moment, they changed the direction of attack three hundred and twenty-one in a row, playing a dragon bone whip out of nowhere, attacking Wei Dali from various tricky directions. Her whipping is nothing short of refined. The cultivation is not high, but he still can't get the slightest bargain from Wei Dali.

Wei Dali grabbed twenty-one times in a row. Although he couldn't catch the whip, he also guarded the door around his body and didn't let the whip invade the point.

"Little lady, are you so capable? This is really disappointing for my husband. Wei vigorously sneered, lowered his body as he spoke, and pressed down his waist, leaving two real arms in front of him as a defense, while contracting the remaining six arms formed by internal force condensation, quickly accumulating strength. His six internal arms are green and generous, lighting up the night sky, and his figure is like an Arhat descending into the world, Zhong Kui descending a ghost!

Wei Dali was only seriously fighting at this time, and he was just warming up just now.

I saw that a stream of air flow spread out from Wei Dali's feet, shaking the top of the carriage to crack, and the two horses pulling the carriage were also so shocked that they raised their legs and neighed, but they couldn't pull the carriage half a step.

Seeing this, Zihuan secretly screamed that it was not good, and rolled the dragon-head whip head in mid-air, making a move "Cirrus clouds chasing waves", and used the cyclone rolled out of the whip to push herself backwards sharply, temporarily avoiding Wei Dali's edge. She avoided it, but unfortunately underestimated the power of Wei Dali's move.

I saw Wei Dali's six bowl-sized fists swinging out into the air together, and the fists slammed into the night sky, and a strong and surging internal force swung out from the fists, forming cyan glowing ripples, which surged in the night sky, dazzling and murderous at the same time!

I heard a muffled sound that opened the sky and the earth, and the fist wind swept around, flying sand and rocks everywhere I passed, and dust was flying. The trees in the surrounding circle were all shaken, and the new green shoots on the trees were scattered in all directions. Not even the stone could withstand the terrifying impact and shattered alive.

As for the fragile carriage under Wei Dali's feet, it was even more overwhelmed, shattering into countless pieces under his big feet. The two horses were also shaken over, fell to the ground, spat blood, and screamed.

Zihuan was on the verge of the impact of the fist wind, and the impact was even more terrifying. She was shocked by this fist wind and flew out, only to feel an overwhelming force penetrate into her body, shaking her internal organs and tumbling. This fist wind was so powerful that it made her fly backwards more than five feet away, and the residual momentum did not decrease in the slightest, as if she was going to fly all the time.

Zihuan's throat was salty, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. With an unwilling look on her face, she shook the keel whip in her hand and wrapped it around a big tree, using her strength to offset the impact of the fist wind. She secretly used skill, rolled the trunk with her whip, threw out a big whirl, threw it from side to side, and rushed in the direction of Wei Dali again, her beautiful eyes were full of determination.

Wei Dali was shocked, swept away the broken wood scattered all over the ground, walked forward with a cruel smile, and asked as he walked: "Little lady, how is the strength of this punch of the husband?" ”

"What's the use of a humanoid beast like you, no matter how strong you are!" Zihuan snorted crisply, rushed to Wei Dali's approach for the second time, shook the dragon bone whip in his hand, and used the sharp tricks in the decapitation whip method to attack. Her moves are attacking and defending, defending and attacking, her body goes up and down, coming and going, and the whip head is even more varied, a thousand wonderful uses.

Zihuan's moves are fancy, but Wei Dali's moves are the opposite, always fighting with the simplest and most direct and effective moves. As the so-called one force will drop ten times, Wei Dali's internal strength is strong, and his strength is fierce, even the simplest moves are full of destructive power, and he can often hurt Zihuan with a swing of his fist.

The dragon bone whip unleashed, unleashing a stormy attack, but when it landed on Wei Dali's body, it was no different from tickling.

In fact, the two have already divided the winner and loser, Wei Dali's strength is not a star and a half higher than Zihuan, if it was a life and death fight, the former would have won a long time ago. The reason why he was able to fight so far was because Wei Dali kept his hand, and his purpose was not to kill Zihuan, but to capture him. If a mistake kills Zihuan, he will not get any benefit, and all his efforts over the past few days will have to be wasted.

Therefore, Wei Dali kept his hands everywhere, and his mind was to play a war of attrition, hoping to slowly exhaust Zihuan, and then use points to restrain him.

Zihuan is a sevenfold heavenly martial artist, with long strength, and she won't get tired for a while, so the two will have to fight for a while.

From beginning to end, Zhao Zheng has always stood from a distance to watch the battle, and he has the heart to help, but he has more than enough heart and not enough strength. With his current skills, going up is simply for nothing, and even Wei Dali's skin can't be broken, and he has to put his own life on the line. The only thing he could do now was to wait, wait for the time to appear, and wait for Zihuan to do what he prompted.

As long as Zihuan believes in him and does what is written in the blood on his hand, there is still hope for turning defeat into victory!

The two of them were fighting each other, only to see the dust on the other side of the road, the sound of hooves, and more than a dozen people and horses holding torches and riding horses under their crotches, rushing to this side in a hurry. The person who came was the leader of the night sheng song. Wei Yiyang, and the rest of the people who followed him were his subordinates. These people have fierce eyes and fierce faces, and they don't seem to be easy people.

It was the footsteps of these people when they approached here that alarmed Zihuan and allowed Zihuan to take precautions in advance. Now that these people have been chased here, the situation has become even worse.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng hid behind a big tree early, unwilling to meet these people, so as not to fall into a crisis. Although these people brought by Wei Yiyang are not as good as Wei Dali, they must all have some ability, and they are not something he can deal with alone, so it is better to avoid them now.

However, there is no need to worry about these people being Wei Dali's accomplices, because these people, like Zhao Zheng, do not have the strength to meddle in the battle between the two masters.

Wei Yiyang, the initiator, rode to the front, stopped ten zhang away from the place of the battle, pulled the reins, and ordered everyone to stop together.

"You guys come here to protect me, I'm going to watch the battle here." Wei Yiyang rode on his horse and gave orders to his subordinates.

This group of guards dismounted one after another, each pulling his blade, surrounding the boss in the center, and forming a tight defensive formation.

Wei Yiyang felt that he was safe, so he laughed and said: "Little beauty, don't fight anymore, you are not my cousin's opponent at all, and if you continue to fight, you will only suffer a big loss." I'm a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, and I don't want to see a beautiful beauty like you get hurt. If you are willing to be obediently arrested, I promise to treat you with courtesy, so that you can enjoy all the glory and wealth, and happiness in the world, what do you think? ”

Zihuan was fighting over there, and she was so angry by these words that she took the time to reprimand: "You old pervert, even if I die here tonight, I will never give in to you!" ”

"Hehe, if other women from good families said this, I might believe it, but you really don't have any weight at all when you say this. In front of me, you better not pretend to be high, since you are a bitch, don't worry about the archway. I know all the you had in the past, and before you became famous in the rivers and lakes, you were just a rookie. I'm here tonight to force you to comply, just to let you go back to your old business, but it's not a prostitution. Wei Yiyang smiled and opened Zihuan's old bottom, or tore the scar on Zihuan's heart.

When Zihuan heard this, her face instantly turned bloody, as if she had been stabbed by a sharp blade. She was stunned, her move reaction was half a beat slower, and she was hit by Wei Dali's fierce fist again, and her body flew upside down like a broken kite.

Flying out with her body, there seemed to be a tear. (To be continued......)