The giant-like behemoth standing in the middle of the field.

dwarfs Ding Dao'an, who is more than 1.9 meters tall.

The monstrous muscles of the coiled dragon.

It is mixed with silver, black, yellow and bronze.

It's particularly weird.

There was an aura of horror all over his body.

A pair of sandbag-sized iron fists swirled with frost and cold air.

The members of all sexes were so shocked by this scene that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Is this still a person?"

Yuan Tao slapped his apprentice on the thigh and muttered to himself.

"I thought that Brother Ding's size was already rare in the Inhuman circle, but I didn't expect this guy to be more exaggerated than him!" Lu Liang smacked his tongue, "But it's useless to have a physique alone, Brother Ding is not strong in muscles, but in all the finest hundred arts." This guy shows his muscles in front of him, and he is not afraid of being beaten out of by Brother Ding later. ”

"A few of you take a closer look, as peers, how big the gap between you and Xiao Ding is!"

Xia Liuqing explained solemnly.

A group of people held their breath and watched intently.

Regarding Han Jue's changes, Xia Hefang had mixed feelings.

More of the emotion is distress.

As the focus, Ding Dao'an narrowed his eyes.

He was very curious about what kind of martial arts Han Jue was cultivating, and he could actually change his body shape.

Henglian can never be so exaggerated!

"Ding Daoan! I'm coming......"

In a deafening roar.

Han Jue's legs exerted force, one leaned over, and his body rushed towards Ding Dao'an like a cannonball.

The soft ground couldn't withstand the devastation of Han Jue's feet.

Suddenly, mud and sand and gravel were splashed everywhere.

Blow up two black mud and rock potholes.

The energy was overflowing, like a hurricane roaring through the sky.

Thorn~

Thorn~

Ding Dao'an's sportswear on his upper body was the first to crack a few holes.

"What a strong spirit!"

Ding Daoan is not good at horizontal training.

He practiced the art of a hundred families.

Even if Han Jue's strength is not as good as him, he will not choose to fight Han Jue hard at present.

His steps were wrong, and his figure was as fast as a ghost.

Bypassing the pressure of Han Jue's pure strength, his right arm raised and slashed out in the air.

A transparent Qi Jin, invisible to ordinary people, turned into nothingness and blasted out.

"There it is!"

"Brother Ding's Splitting Palm!"

Lu Liang was startled and shouted.

The Splitting Palm is a basic palm technique in the Inhuman Realm.

Because the moves are too simple, many people disdain to practice.

The stranger who really cultivated this palm technique to the peak was none other than Ding Dao'an.

The road to simplicity!

The simplest palm is the easiest to exert the greatest power.

Seeing Ding Dao'an avoid his frontal impact, Han Jue immediately turned around.

Like a large and agile cheetah, it dragged out an afterimage and approached Ding Dao'an.

As for the palm that Ding Dao'an swung out, Han never dodged or dodged, and directly resisted with his physical body.

After the blessing of the three horizontal hard skills of King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill, Ten Thousand Poison Golden Bell Jar, and Iron Cloth Shirt, coupled with the strengthening and consolidation of the fifth stage of easy tendon washing marrow, he didn't believe that his physical hardness would not be able to withstand a slap.

Boom!

The pure and heavy innate Qi condensed the splitting palm and landed straight on Han Jue's sturdy chest like copper pouring iron.

Han Jue's huge body instantly flew upside down.

Fell hard to a position a few meters behind.

Bang!

A herringbone pit more than two meters long was smashed into the ground.

Han Jue was caught in it.

The whole body is almost covered in a flurry of dirt and grass roots.

It's amazing!

It is worthy of being second only to the old heavenly master!

What a strong strength!

At the moment of being hit by the splitting palm.

Han Jue felt as if he had been hit with a hammer in his entire chest.

"! Terrible! Brother Ding is awesome, Brother Ding is mighty, Brother Ding is invincible in the world! ”

Ding Dao'an's loyal fan brother Lu Liang raised his arms and cheered.

"Ding...... Senior Ding is terrifying. Xue Wan gasped.

Tu Junfang shook his head in disappointment, "If it's simply over, wouldn't it be lonely for us to come back all the way?!" ”

"It should ...... Probably not. The strength of the little donor is not so vulnerable. ”

Yongjue monk Gao Ning, who had personally experienced Han Jue's violence, said uncertainly.

"Well done! Xiao Ding's splitting palm is still as awesome as ever! ”

Yuan Tao couldn't help but slap Han Dan'er on the leg again.

The painful latter was tearful and aggrieved.

He didn't understand why the master didn't slap his own thigh when he was emotional?

Distance.

Xia Heqiao's face was pale, her hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were almost embedded in the tender flesh.

Beautiful eyes stared at the direction where Han Jue fell to the ground.

There was a faint nervousness that her breathing was about to stop.

Ding Daoan stood in place, squinting his eyes and groaning.

The palm just now deliberately left two percent of his strength.

I guess I didn't hurt him.

Everyone watched eagerly.

A demon-like figure slowly stood up from the caving pit.

He shook off the mud and grass and looked down at his chest.

No scars are visible.

There is only a shallow white mark!

Han Jue finally put his mind at ease and grinned.

Nearly three years of hard self-masochistic training day and night have finally not been in vain.

Ding Dao'an's empty palm may have left his strength.

But after all, he is Ding Dao'an, one of the few super masters in the Inhuman World.

Even if you only use seventy or eighty percent of your strength, ordinary people will already be defeated.

Relying on the strength of pure flesh, I actually carried it!

"Ho~uh, ahahahaha......" Han Jue looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his voice rolling, "It's enjoyable!" It's so fucking enjoyable. Just use the palm technique just now, and give me a few more ruthless moves! ”

"Can you ...... Don't show mercy! ”

"I ...... It's coming! ”

Before the words fell, Han Jue locked Ding Dao'an and paused, his legs sinking and squatting.

The whole body is curled into a ball.

The muscles are like a terrible mountain of meat packed together.

A dryland plucking onions slanted out of the way!

Rumble~

Rumble~

Rumble~

The dense air seemed to be pierced by Han Jue.

The dull roar was endless.

"! it! Fuck it! So you haven't been hurt by the splitting palm?! ”

Lu Liang exclaimed again and again.

"Can people still fight back, is Xiao Ding's palm useless?"

Yuan Tao was puzzled.

"I don't think so, Brother Ding has always gone all out."

Tu Junfang's complexion changed suddenly.

Realizing that blocking Ding Dao'an's blow with all his strength, Han Jue, who was still alive, was outrageously tough in his body.

The figure was getting closer and closer, staring at Han Jue, who was unharmed, Ding Daoan was calm on the surface, and he was amazed in his heart.

He thought that Han Jue's horizontal practice must be very strong.

It's just that it can be so strong that it can resist the power of his own hollow palm, which is really incredible.

And then, Han Jue turned into a meat bullet chariot and kept approaching him with an indomitable momentum.

Ding Daoan still didn't plan to fight close to Han Jue, his feet moved, and his hands flew and swung!

Splitting Palm*1

Splitting Palm*2

Splitting Palm*3

…………

Splitting Palm*8

Throw out eight slashes in one go!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Han Jue did not hesitate and continued to fight hard.

took Ding Dao'an's eight palms with a physical body.

With each palm, his body was flipped over.

In the next second, one of them turned over and stood up neatly.

"Happy...... Joyfully! All I want is this fucking feeling! ”

"I'm so cool~ho~hohoho, ahhahahaha, come again...... One more time! ”

Seeing him tireless, he didn't know the pain, his expression was crazy and fierce, and he rushed to Ding Daoan three times.

The all-sex crowd watching the battle felt their scalps tingle, and their cold hairs stood up!

It's not a human!

It's clearly a monster!

He was slashed by nine palms before and after, except for his body falling to the ground, he never vomited a mouthful of blood, and did not leave a single wound.

Even if Ding Dao'an's subordinates were merciful, it would never be possible to control it to such an extent.

In the final analysis, there is only one reason.

His horizontal hard skills can't even break Ding Dao'an's splitting palm!