The disadvantage of Tiangang's thirty-six changes is that except for the person in the formation eye, the other people in the formation cannot move, and the formation law is broken when it is moved.

The conditions for the enemy are very harsh, and Zhao Lei's body is fast, standing motionless, not stretching his neck and waiting for Zhao Lei to cut.

What Huang Meng has to do now is to force Zhao Lei back with one move, and then rely on his horizontal kung fu and true qi to entangle with Zhao Lei, waiting for an opportunity to find a weak point and win with one blow.

In addition to this method, Huang Meng can't think of any other way, if he continues like this, the people on his side will be killed by Zhao Lei one by one sooner or later.

Huang Meng has already paid the price for his previous hesitation, and he can't continue like this, since Zhao Lei wants his own life, he might as well let go.

Bo has a way to live.

Huang Meng's horizontal practice kung fu is extremely profound, and he has reached a bottleneck, and he only needs to be able to step into the rivers and lakes with his true qi, and his skills are great.

And the skill of the thirteen evil ghosts is good in itself, although there are only eight left now, after their blessing, Huang Meng directly crossed this barrier, and at this time, the essence qi continued to pour from the top of his head, and then formed strands of true qi.

At this time, Huang Meng's horizontal practice kung fu played a big role, and his true qi rolled in, but he did not see the slightest saturation, and now his strong true qi also belonged to the top level among the first-class masters.

Everything seems long, but it only takes three or five breaths.

"It's just this feeling, this feeling is really fascinating!"

Huang Meng clenched his fists, this feeling of being full of strength and true qi surging in his body was the second time he had experienced it, and the first time he felt it when he was cultivating with them.

Just that time, Huang Meng lay in bed for three days, and the thirteen evil ghosts were not much stronger, they were weak for more than half a month, and they took a lot of supplements to make up for it.

This time, Huang Meng was ready, he was ready to lie on the bed for a month, and then used the power he dreamed of to slap the little white face in front of him into a pulp of flesh with one palm.

Huang Meng's current strength is also what Zhao Lei longed for before.

Zhao Lei saw that the true qi was surging in Huang Meng's body, and he walked on the surface of the body from time to time, which just let him try the difference between true qi and mana.

"Hahaha! The dog that bites doesn't bark, who wouldn't be ruthless, and in the end he still has to see the real chapter in his hand, just let me see how powerful these thirty-six Tiangang are. ”

"Good boy is rampant enough! Wait a minute, I see if you're still smiling! ”

Huang Meng didn't talk nonsense anymore, his power was concentrated in his legs, and he exploded in an instant, directly soaring into the air, and the stone slabs on the ground were also trampled to pieces, and small stones flew outward, like hidden weapons, shooting around.

The people who were not able to avoid it were hit by the stones, like darts, blood splattered everywhere, and then fell down, and the cries of pain continued.

Everyone looked at this tragic picture and moved out of the way, leaving more space for Zhao Lei and Huang Meng.

But there were seven or eight of them, and they did the opposite, they came to the Eight Demons, surrounded them, protected them, and no longer participated in the battle with the Iron Fist Gang.

It seems that a few of them know the weakness of this formation, and it was specially arranged by Huang Meng to protect the eight evil ghosts who are now powerless.

These people are all the best players in the Blackstone Gang, and the Iron Fist Gang was originally in a weak position in the battle between the gangs, but with the withdrawal of these good players, the situation slowly balanced.

Huang Meng, who was still in the air, couldn't care about so much, he opened his firepower and slapped Zhao Lei directly with his palm.

Suddenly the wind was blowing, and a huge palm wind blew towards Zhao Lei, blowing his hair and clothes in the wind, and everyone behind Zhao Lei couldn't open their eyes when they were blown up, and the air rumbled, as if Lei Gong had descended to earth.

A stream of yellow true qi the size of a grinding disc can be seen with the naked eye, attached to Huang Meng's palm, as soon as he makes a move, it is a lore, a loud roar, the true qi spreads with the sound of the spread, and the shock makes people buzz and can't hear it.

"Vajra Palm!"

He roared loudly, obviously to deter Zhao Lei, and used sonic power to make Zhao Lei fall into a brief fainting, so as to restrain Zhao Lei's body.

Before the aftermath was finished, the yellow palm print came out of his palm and exploded towards Zhao Lei, and the means that Huang Meng was now using were close to spells.

In the face of this blow, Zhao Lei did not dare to resist hard, before Huang Meng used to stop Zhao Lei's roar, but in an instant, Zhao Lei returned to normal, and the time was as short as if it had never worked.

Zhao Lei's spirit has been nourished by chalcedony, but it is no worse than his physical body, Huang Meng wanted to use sonic power to delay him, but he miscalculated.

King Kong's palm print came very quickly, but Zhao Lei's speed was even faster, and his toes were tapped, and in an instant, he was a few zhang away.

But the others were not so lucky, and the few people behind Zhao Lei were directly slapped into meat paste by palm prints.

There was a loud bang, and the earthquake trembled, as if there had been an earthquake, and even the wall collapsed.

There was also a palm print the size of a millstone disc on the stone slab, which was an inch deep, and the stone slab in it had already been ground into powder, flying in the air with the impact.

The power of this blow is no worse than that of water polo, and water polo is far less shocking.

At this time, Huang Meng was like a god and Buddha, which greatly increased the morale of the Black Stone Gang, and the Iron Fist Gang was in a panic.

Zhao Lei still overestimates himself and underestimates others, since he has been refining his qi, he has been a little complacent, he looks down on the martial arts true qi in these mundane places, and he does not put others in his eyes.

Even when Huang Meng performed the thirty-six changes of Tiangang, he did not stop it.

In Zhao Lei's opinion, true qi is far inferior to mana, and first-class masters with internal strength are just like that, but he never thought that internal power was so sharp, and now reality has given him a big slap in the face, and he is short-sighted.

Huang Meng's palm directly woke up Zhao Lei and scattered his arrogance.

However, Huang Meng would not give Zhao Lei time to understand, he was suspended in the air, and his palms were slapped at Zhao Lei one after another.

Zhao Lei dodged left and right, moving vertically and horizontally in this courtyard, although the power of the King Kong palm was full, but he couldn't touch his side, this kind of dodging left and right, but became the most labor-saving way to deal with it.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Although Huang Meng's Vajra Palm couldn't deal with Zhao Lei, it made the people in the courtyard suffer, especially the eight evil ghosts who were taken care of by him and blocked at all levels, for fear that Zhao Lei would stab him in his weakness.

In just a few palms, more than a dozen people were slapped into pulp, and they didn't dare to stay in this courtyard and fled one after another.

The members of the Blackstone Gang, who were relatively close to the Eight Evil Spirits, originally wanted to come and hide, because they found that there was no attack here.

But the eight guards showed no mercy, and after cutting down four or five people, they did not dare to come forward, and fled from the courtyard at the risk of danger.