"Eight Floating Massacre!"

Luan Qisheng's forehead was bruised, and his strength was concentrated on his fist, and a fist rushed out of the blasting air, getting bigger and bigger, and finally covered everything.

Wang Changsheng in the corner of the wall felt that the moon was gone, the chaos was shattered, and the opponent's fist was like the entire Great Taishan being moved up by the God King from the ancient times, and smashed down towards Di Chengye.

The power of this punch is exerted by Luan Qisheng with all his might, and no one in the world can compete with it! It's really like the sky is collapsing, who can have the power to mend the sky!

"Okay! What an eight-part floating slaughter!" Even if Di Chengye was already crazy at this time, he couldn't help but roll his throat, exhale, and let out a surprised and crazy shout.

Luan Qisheng's move is an explosion of the whole body's strength condensed to the top, walking in the shape of a stepping dragon, destroying the unicorn in small steps, twisting Yu steps, the bird body, the snake waist, the bear's shoulder, the tiger bone, shrinking the ground into inches, and striking instantly,

Di Chengye is finally a master among the masters, and his strength is infinite, and he is crazy, and he will not retreat even if he is hard!

All of a sudden, he kicked out!

The big iron chain on his feet also soared out like a poisonous dragon! With a sharp roar, it slammed into the fist that hit Luan Qisheng!

The chains screeched, slicing through the air, and carrying a sonic boom of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Strong! Fierce!

Such a fierce battle was simply unprecedented, and the blood in Wang Changsheng's body was stimulated, and he had forgotten about his fear.

The two eyes were wide open, staring at the battle of the four grandmasters without blinking, the moves, and the fist intent, which made Wang Changsheng's vision rise to more than one level again.

Di Chengye's blow almost reproduced the scene more than 2,000 years ago, when Bolangsha and Zhang Liang hired a strong man to hit the dragon frame of Qin Shi Huang with a large iron cone.

"Roar!"

Di Chengye is fierce, Luan Qisheng is more fierce than him, they are all crawling out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, who is afraid of whom!

In the face of the impact of the iron chain, he did not dodge at all, nor did he change his moves!

"Bang!"

The ferocious fist marks struck from top to bottom, and the unique strength and trembling air began to distort.

The chain of the punch was torn apart, and then it crashed into Di Chengye's hand knife!

"Eight Floating Massacre!"

"Bang...!"

The air was like thunder, and the air waves were raging, and at this time, the old Taoist priest and the old monk finally got close to each other when Di Chengye and Luan Qisheng fought hard.

In Di Chengye and Luan Qisheng just exchanged hands, one left and one right, the palms of the hands were grasped, and they buckled to Di Chengye's pipa bone and wrist veins again.

"Bang!"

Luan Qisheng was beaten back a few steps, and Di Chengye was also beaten back a few steps, but the old Taoist priest and the old monk locked the pipa bone and the vein.

"Huh!"

As soon as he reached out and clasped Di Chengye's pipa bone and veins, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh, decades of penance have strengthened Di Chengye's fascia to an unbelievable realm, coupled with the strength of the force, it actually made the old Taoist's palm feel like touching the smooth satin.

I couldn't help it. The old monk also encountered the same situation.

"Lock him up! I'll give him the final blow!"

There was blood at the corner of Luan Qisheng's mouth, and his strength was drumming again, and he shouted quickly at the old Taoist priest and the old monk

"Silk Wrapper!"

The old Taoist's arm instantly became soft, like a boneless python, instantly wrapped around Di Chengye's arm, and turned into a hard resistance to Di Chengye's whole body with drumming energy.

"Dragonclaw!"

The old monk is fingers like carrots, instantly turned black, and his energy coiled around his fingertips, and he lowered ten times with one force, denting the skin of Di Chengye's shoulders and buttoning Di Chengye's pipa bones!

"Roar!"

Di Chengye's body was restricted, his eyes were red, and his reason was completely suppressed, like a wounded and trapped beast, the tendons of his whole body were from his feet upwards, a series of flicks, and his sturdy canvas clothes seemed to be violently whipped by countless whips.

"Quick!"

The old Taoist priest quickly said to Luan Qisheng, Luan Qisheng was not verbose, and directly took a big step, using the big spine as the bow, the waist as the string, and the left leg as the arrow, brushing! The whole person shot out, and the fist in front of him pushed forward and hit Di Chengye's face.

In the "Big Monument Wrestler", the direct hit of the "Thousand Jin Crash Gate" passed through the unique strength of the Eight Futu, the air exploded and distorted, Di Chengye's body couldn't help shaking, and his gray hair exploded.

The Adam's apple rolled, and a large breath of white gas spewed out, and his squirt, the indoor "poof" shook a little, which was more violent than blowing up a car tire.

The old Taoist priest and the old monk suddenly felt that when they were buckled on Di Chengye's pipa bone and veins, their hands seemed to hold a huge steam valve, and the other party's breath seemed to be erupting from a volcano, and they couldn't pinch it.

At the same time, the opponent's body rotated, and a huge force reversed it, which was greater than the power of the largest python.

"Oh no! Di Chengye is about to break free!"

Even Wang Changsheng on the side could feel the horror of Di Chengye's full strength, and the steel plate under his feet was like mud when he twisted and turned, and it was trampled on and rolled and collapsed.

"Mental power, deterrence!"

didn't have time to think about it, Wang Changsheng condensed his spiritual power together, and instantly impacted Di Chengye, as long as Di Chengye could pause, Luan Qisheng would definitely be able to seize the opportunity!

"Boom!"

As if his head had crashed into a bucket full of steel nails, Wang Changsheng's spiritual power was broken, his brain was stunned, his face turned pale, and then he had a splitting headache and nosebleeds.

But it was not without effect, Di Chengye's figure was stunned,

"Hah!"

Wang Changsheng gasped and looked at Luan Qisheng, if he couldn't do it this time, if the four of them fought again, he would definitely die first.

"Boom!"

In the end, they are all good players, and with the tacit cooperation of several people, at the moment when Di Chengye paused, Luan Qisheng's fist arrived.

A punch hit Di Chengye's head, and Di Chengye's whole person was hammered to break free from the restrictions of the old monk and the old Taoist, and hit the big iron door at the door of the house.

This blood is not visceral blood, it is purely gum blood from which the tooth has been shaken off.

Luan Qisheng's fist technique is too strong, plus the unique concussive power of the Eight Futu. Di Chengye was shocked to the bone marrow, causing the tooth to fall out.

This is also the reason why he originally received a punch from Luan Qisheng, the gums were a little loose, and then he received multiple punches in a row, and the bone marrow shook too violently, and finally affected the gums, making the teeth detach from the gums.

Anyone who has been struck by a bone marrow shake will have a numb gum. It's a physiological common sense.

However, after practicing martial arts to the extent that he is like this, there is nothing at all if his teeth are shaken out, as long as it takes a month, new teeth will grow, and after reaching old age, he can still lose his teeth and regenerate, and his white hair will turn black.

Because of such a master, the bone marrow is extremely powerful, the bone marrow is hematopoietic, and the blood is fresh all the time. It has a strong ability to regenerate and recover.

"Whoosh!"

The old Taoist priest's footsteps did not stop, and at the moment when Di Chengye flew out, his footsteps kicked and flashed out, and at the moment when Di Chengye just vomited blood,

The palm of the hand became a crane's beak, and it was like an afterimage in an instant, and the major joints and veins on Di Chengye's body were pecked lightly, and the joints and strength of Di Chengye's whole body were scattered in an instant.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The old Taoist priest's palm flew, a silver flash flashed, and Di Chengye's body was suddenly covered with silver needles, like a hedgehog.

"Whew!"

After doing this, the old Taoist priest let out a long breath of white air, and turned his head to look at Luan Qisheng and the old monk who were also discouraged.

"What to do, it's getting more and more tricky, if you can't suppress him this time, then it will be even more troublesome in the future!"

The old Taoist priest said with a bitter face and a frown.

"If it doesn't work, break his limbs and pierce his lute bone with chains...!"

Luan Qisheng took a breath and said categorically, but a pair of crunching fists betrayed his inner struggle.

"For a grandmaster, or a hero, it's too much for reason and reason, sin! sin! Amitabha!"

The old monk folded his hands, sighed, and said, "It's a pity that the living Buddha of the Great Snow Mountain is not there, otherwise you can hypnotize and suppress the mad demon again, so that Di Chengye will wake up!"

"Ahem!"

Wang Changsheng coughed lightly, supporting the wall with one hand and covering his head with a splitting headache with the other.

"Huh?"

The old Taoist priest turned his head to look at Wang Changsheng, with an intriguing look in his eyes, and said to Wang Changsheng: "Just now, let Di Chengye pause, you did it!

The three of them were all grandmasters, and they could still feel the moment of Di Chengye's pause just now, and the old Taoist priest pointed out, and the other two also turned their heads to look at Wang Changsheng.

Refining and refining qi, refining qi and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to emptiness, and cultivating the three veins together, it's amazing! It's a pity that it's too immature.

Seeing Wang Changsheng with a nosebleed and a pale face, Luan Qisheng shook his head and said, "No! ”

"What if it was up to me and the old Taoist priest to suppress Di Chengye with the Meditation Sutra at the same time?"

The old monk spoke

"I think I can give it a try! Changsheng, how are you? Can you still hold on?"

The old Taoist priest said to Wang Changsheng

"I need to take my breath, give me ten minutes!"

Wang Changsheng is not a person who twists, after speaking, he sat directly in the corner, closed his eyes and began to operate his thoughts and recover his mental strength.

"Then let's start too! Ice cube face, you look at Di Chengye, if his strength recovers, you will break up immediately!"

The old Taoist priest glanced at the old monk, then turned his head to Luan Qisheng and said.

"Hmph! I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

Luan Qisheng snorted coldly, strode towards Di Chengye, who was half-lying on the ground, stretched out his hand and pressed on Di Chengye's shoulder, ignoring Di Chengye's red eyes and murderous intentions.

"Bang!"

Once again, Di Chengye was shaken and softened.

No, Di Chengye is adapting faster and faster, and a grandmaster is so easy to be controlled.

After Luan Qisheng continued to stretch out his hand to disperse, Di Chengye's recovered strength, and the old Taoist priest and the old monk next to him sat down cross-legged at the same time.

In the way of transmitting sound into the ear, he recited the meditation sutra full of charm to Di Chengye.

Luan Qisheng couldn't help but turn his head to look at Wang Changsheng.

You've got to do it, little one!