The palm of the humanoid monster came over, and Du Chuanchang did not hesitate to meet it with a punch, the sharp fist spur and the rigid black iron palm rubbed a shining spark, and the cold invisible Gangfeng and the blood-colored tangible Gangfeng collided with the roar of the muffled hammers hitting each other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This is a symphony of hand-to-hand combatants, sweat and blood are intertwined, the sound of broken bones and the sound of separation of skin and flesh are intertwined, the corners of Du Chuanchang's eyes were exploded, the monster's chest was pierced into a slimy meat sauce by fists, and the blood-colored Gangfeng contained a poison like fire, but it was neutralized by the toxins like cold water in the colorless Gangfeng, and it became a high-pressure storm that could only be released when the shockwave bomb exploded. Circles of blue-white air alternately spread from the positions where the two hit each other, and where the air rings passed, the air twisted violently, and the sudden increase in pressure could almost crush a buffalo into a cake in an instant.

It wasn't two humanoid objects fighting each other, but two 10,000-ton pressure machines rolling against each other, and the force of the heavy punch could almost break the stone pillar and even collapse the hill. The wind that was wrapped around the fist was even heavier by the hammer of the piledriver that fell from a great height. Where the fists and palms intersected, the thunderous roar really made people shudder.

Fist to palm, foot to foot, in the first half minute, Du Chuanchang and the humanoid monster fought vigorously, and they didn't know how many monks they had injured around. Du Chuanchang cracked the air with one fist, and the fierce wind pressure was enough to turn the air within thirty meters of the surrounding area into a tenth-level gale, blowing many monks directly to the ground. And the three-eyed monster in front of him, with his iron palm emptied and his knife legs splitting the ground, actually fought with him at all.

Thirty seconds later, the humanoid monster's palm suddenly became intricate, and it was no longer a matter of taking Du Chuanchang's fist one by one. The monster first used his right palm to block Du Chuanchang's punch, and the separated five fingers just avoided the fist spur, and then turned his palm into a claw, pinched Du Chuanchang's wrist and twisted it gently, and suddenly it was a huge force of 10,000 catties that was transmitted to the past, and instantly twisted his arm to his back, and then his left palm turned into a finger, and the fingertips popped out a jet-black fist-like blade, pointing at Du Chuanchang's vest. Du Chuanchang screamed in pain, only to feel a sharp and endless hot breath rushing into the big vertebral acupoint, frantically destroying the meridians in his body, and at the same time, a bloody pain spread throughout his body like an electric shock, so painful that he almost rolled his eyes. He knew that the top-level spiritual weapon armor he was wearing had been pierced, and the opponent was wearing an iron palm on his hand, which was probably already a mystical weapon-level quality, and his spiritual weapon armor would not have any protective effect against that kind of attack at all.

Du Chuanchang struggled desperately, and the remaining hands and feet kicked indiscriminately, but he couldn't touch the three-eyed monster riding on his back, just when a wave of despair and unwillingness just rose in his heart, Liang Yunguang, who didn't know where to hide, pounced again, and three plum blossom darts accurately sank into the back of the monster's head, and even a plum blossom dart actually flew out from between the three eyes on his face.

The three-eyed monster that was "headshot" suddenly paused, and the strength in his hands and feet suddenly leaked, giving Du Chuanchang a chance to break free. He pulled out his hand suddenly, and a fish leap supported the ground with both hands, followed by a somersault, the reincarnation of an Olympic gymnastics superstar, his muscular and perfect body flipped 360 degrees in the air, landed lightly, and then pounced like a wild wolf. And in less than a second, the monster had already directly slapped Liang Yunguang's body protection qi away with one palm.

"Six-style Heaven Wounding Fist!" Du Chuanchang had already killed his red eyes at this time, the sharp pain in his back and the fear of almost dying Huang Quan made him no longer keep, as soon as he made a move, it was a powerful killing fist, and every punch was wrapped in a huge storm. However, the opponent who repelled Liang Yunguang with one palm turned back was much more difficult than he imagined.

The opponent's palm technique has changed, becoming a combination of palms, fingers, claws, hooks, and fists, coupled with heel drops and kicks that rise from time to time, as well as the aerosol-like blood-colored "Gangfeng", which made Du Chuanchang difficult to parry, and was beaten to the point that he spat blood and retreated again and again. Du Chuanchang's straight punches, hook punches, and hook punches each punch carried an incomparably powerful Gangfeng, and a punch was like a small mortar fire, but he was under the siege of the opponent's flexible hand skills, and he only felt as if he was fighting with three or four people at the same time, and almost only the power of parry remained. After fighting like this for a few minutes, the treasure armor on Du Chuanchang's body was poked by the pair of dark iron palms and there were holes everywhere, and the blood on his body was gushing like a spring, and the bleeding wound was infected with poison by the opponent's blood-colored "Gangfeng", and it was even more injured, and he could hardly even stand on his feet. And the three-eyed monster didn't have any visible scars on its body at all.

"Are you going to lose? How is it possible!" Du Chuanchang was already in a desperate situation at this time. No matter what sect masters around him, they all fell to the ground under the attack of those three-eyed monsters sweeping away. He was the only one left standing now.

Wei Wuliang was still in the ice sculpture, and Feng Lieshan didn't know when he was put down. Du Chuanchang barely stood holding on to a stone pillar, that strong and unyielding figure was difficult to connect with his usual bad principal's character, he reluctantly looked around, and saw all the people falling on a messy stone platform, and the corners of his mouth could still show a disdainful smile.

Does he have anything to rely on?

"Cut! a bunch of waste! Isn't it that you have to count on the deity in the end? At the critical time, all of them are like soft persimmons...... Fortunately...... The deity still has the ...... at the bottom of the box. Hey, ugly, ugly, come, didn't you almost win the deity just now? Come on, the deity taught you how to win other people's fists with the palm of your hand...... "The blood on his face has blurred his vision, and the poison in his body is about to disintegrate the dantian, and the monster with red blood on his palms is about to give him the final blow. But Du Chuanchang didn't give up, and he even showed the monster a very bad smile.

As the most outstanding young man in the extremist religious forces, he, Du Chuanchang, in addition to his extreme contempt for women, his extreme loss of conscience, and his extreme disdain for justice, he also has a heart as hard as a rock like a fanatical believer, he never gives up, even if he is about to be in a different place in the next second, he will carry out a desperate counterattack.

He is a fanatical believer who can risk his life to complete the holy war! He is not a real son-in-law, he has no illustrious family background, he has no capital to rely on his father, he has nothing but his own fists, and he has nothing but his mentor and sect leader who befriended him like a dog! Before Du Chuanchang joined the Poison Dragon Sect, he had no money, no power, no power, and even no identity -- no one knew that he was actually like Yinchen, who had been sold into slavery. (To be continued.) )