But seeing Chen Hansheng's hands slamming on the ground, the ground between him and Zhao Junhao suddenly cracked inch by inch.

Large fragments of reinforced concrete ejected.

Chen Hansheng pushed out with both palms, and these fragments shrouded Zhao Junhao at a faster speed than bullets.

Zhao Junhao grabbed a steel plate casually and put it up in front of him.

"Dangdang!"

The crisp sound of raindrops sounded, and the steel plate as thick as 2CM was actually punched out of deep holes, almost piercing.

And immediately after Shi Yu was Chen Hansheng's fierce and uncast punch.

"Poof!"

His punch was like smashing tofu, piercing the steel plate and hitting Zhao Junhao's chest.

This punch can even penetrate a 2CM thick steel plate, you can imagine how fierce it is, but in the face of this punch, Zhao Junhao didn't choose to dodge.

As soon as he exerted his strength, the surging internal energy instantly surged to his chest like a galloping horse.

The first type of the Eight Desolations and Six Styles, the Qilin Earthquake!

"Poof!"

Chen Hansheng's punch hit Zhao Junhao's chest, and there was a sound of metal handover, and then he ......

The beaten person, Zhao Junhao, was still standing in place, but Chen Hansheng was so shocked that he flew out directly, smashing the walls behind him into cracks.

"Poof!"

Chen Hansheng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that there was such a martial arts in the world, and someone could have such a thick foundation in martial arts!

What the hell is this?

He has been completely confused by Zhao Junhao's hand.

Master, before his old man's retreat, he would never have been able to do this, how could this guy be so strong!?

And just when Chen Hansheng was dominated by fear, Zhao Junhao was already approaching like a ghost.

He doesn't give his enemies any respite.

The second type of eight wilderness and six styles, Langya Jin!

Seeing Zhao Junhao slapping his palm, Chen Hansheng had no choice but to pour his life's skills into his hands, and used his mountain and river breaking skills to the extreme, in an attempt to take over this palm.

"Ahh

He roared, fighting for the life and death.

"Smack!"

The two parties met, and there was a soft sound, and then Zhao Junhao's body retreated like a kite with a broken string.

The president of Hongmen and others were on the fourth floor, and when they saw this scene through the hole, they couldn't help but be in high spirits and cheered for Chen Hansheng loudly.

But soon, they found that although Zhao Junhao was shocked and flew out, he was not injured in any way, and he stepped forward again.

On the other hand, Chen Hansheng, he seemed to be the winner in the battle just now, but now he vomited more blood, and even his eyes began to wander.

The body slowly slid off the wall, and sat down weakly on the ground.

The president of Hongmen and the others, everyone was full of fear and was extremely puzzled, what was going on?

This kind of duel of top martial arts masters, they really can't understand it.

How did they know that the Eight Desolations and Six Styles and the Second Form Langya Jin displayed by Zhao Junhao were extremely advanced martial arts.

The strength of this palm was directly hit into Chen Hansheng's body!

Just now he was shocked and flew out, and he used a skillful force to defuse Chen Hansheng's life-threatening blow, but Chen Hansheng failed to resolve his Langya strength.

At this time, Chen Hansheng's internal organs, as well as all the bones and meridians in his body, had been shattered.

I saw that he was vomiting blood in his mouth, and he barely raised his eyelids and looked at Zhao Junhao.

"This, this is, what is it, martial arts, martial arts?"

"This is a stunt that my master passed on to me, called the Eight Desolations and Six Styles."

"I only recently learned this kung fu, and it was originally used against your master."

Zhao Junhao said truthfully.

"Okay, good eight, eight desolation and six styles. Die under this kind of martial arts, martial arts, no, not ......"

The neck was crooked, and he lost his breath.

Zhao Junhao raised his head and looked from the hole to the fourth floor.

Suddenly, the president of Hongmen and the others on the fourth floor felt a chill like falling into an ice cellar.