The woman in yellow clothes next to her also stepped aside and watched Ying Wugui, who was from the Beggars' Sect, fight with three Shaolin monks.

"Du Juntai!" Zeng Yunfeng said with his eyes closed.

"Here, the helm!"

"You've got a good idea. Most of the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall are not here. You have to see the mystery of Shaoyang Gong today, which is worthwhile."

"Yes, the helm!"

Zeng Yunfeng was lucky, and everyone felt that the air began to heat up again. Although the wind in Tianfeng Mountain is blowing very cool, at this moment, everyone felt as if they were standing under a scorching sun.

Zeng Yunfeng did not stop at all, kicked slightly under his feet, and shot out like a sharp sword.

"So fast!" King Yin Ye exclaimed.

This figure was so fast that people could not see any traces. The area where the old monk Baimei was located was completely knocked down.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

Before this sentence was finished, another area where the old monk in black robe was located exploded and huge stones scattered everywhere.

The flying gravel shot caused everyone in the martial arts world to cover it up, and many people were directly scratched by the gravel.

"Retreat, retreat." He Taichong said.

"The disciples who are not as good as martial arts in various sects retreat to the back." He Taichong made a quick decision and asked many disciples to move all the disciples to the back.

This kind of martial arts duel scene is really a life-threatening thing that can hurt people’s lives when the scene is flying sand and rocks. Don’t stop watching the excitement and turn yourself into excitement.

"The dragon fights in the wild!" Everyone heard a loud shout in the audience, and they could only hear a buzzing sound in their ears.

The monk with white beard and white hair suddenly took Zeng Yunfeng's palm, and the pounding waves of air blew the surrounding pine waves.

Only a cracking sound was heard. The white-bearded and white-haired old monk endured the severe pain in his left hand and slapped Zeng Yunfeng with his backhand. However, Zeng Yunfeng's figure flashed and disappeared. Then another palm hit the monk in black clothes and black robe.

The monk in black robe took Zeng Yunfeng's palm, but was beaten to death by Zeng Yunfeng's palm, and was stagnant in the air.

"The disciples of the Beggar Gang are careful. This is the most exquisite move among the eighteen dragon-subduing palms." As they said that, everyone saw a red dragon spit out from his palm.

Kong Zhi said panickedly: "Gang Master Ying is merciful!"

Everyone heard a dragon roar, and then the black-robed monk in black clothes and black robe was suddenly entangled by a giant dragon.

Others in the group were talking about it, and they had no idea which move this was the Eighteen Palm of the Dragon Subduing.

Only Yu Lianzhou, the Wudang Sect, said in a deep voice: "Kanglong regrets!"

Everyone heard a roar, and the monk in black robe landed heavily on the ground. All the areas where they were located collapsed, and cracked gravel flew around.

The pine forest behind the old man in black robe was destroyed and broken, and gray smoke rose.

"Junior brother!" The monk with white beard and white hair with his broken arm was blinded with his eyes just now.

But a figure suddenly scattered in the smoke and dust, and hit Zeng Yunfeng behind him with a palm.

"Prajna Vajra Palm!" Wudang Sect Yin Liting and Wudang Sect Song Yuanqiao's eyes shone. They clearly saw this move and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

The Boruo Vajra Palm in the hands of the Shaolin Long-Browed Monk, directly printed on Zeng Yunfeng's back. Zeng Yunfeng did not move at all, took the move, and said, "This is the exquisiteness of the iron bone method, the iron bone skill!" As soon as he stomped his feet, everyone felt a slight shock on the ground. The white-browed Monk, who had just hit Zeng Yunfeng, felt a huge force and internal force coming from his arm. He tilted his mouth with his head and spurted out, then flew backwards to the ground, and fell more than three feet away from the ground.

A stream of blood flowed out from the mouth of the old monk with long eyebrows like a spring, and he couldn't stop it at all.

"Ying Wugui, you are too presumptuous!" As he said that, the woman in yellow went straight forward.

Zeng Yunfeng raised his eyes suddenly, and the woman in yellow felt a sharp light shot at her in Zeng Yunfeng's eyes, "Dogs take rats and meddling in other people's business!"

The woman's reaction was also very fast, and she suddenly flew up. A stone flashed in her hand and shot towards Zeng Yunfeng like a sharp sword.

Seeing this scene, Zeng Yunfeng's eyes froze, "The blink of an eye!"

"Roomer!"

Zeng Yunfeng stomped his feet violently, then grabbed the ground with his left hand, and he lifted up the soil on the ground. He hit the ground with his palm, and the rising soil flew towards the stones that had just shot, knocking the stones backwards.

But he suddenly stumbled on the ground and his figure flashed at the woman in yellow.

The surprise in the eyes of the woman in yellow was hard to hide, and Zeng Yunfeng's speed was even faster than she could imagine.

Everyone felt another storm coming, like a strong wind sweeping, blowing everyone around, and the plots in the field shattered inch by inch, like a spider web dispersed around.

"Retreat again! The disciple with low skills retreated from Liantian Peak!" Tang Wenliang's face was solemn.

The land of Liantian Peak in Shaoshi Mountain cracked in an instant and opened and crossed the surrounding area, cracking one gap after another.

The woman in yellow-shirted eyes were indifferent in her eyes, like a god leaning over to look at the world.

She reached out and slapped Zeng Yunfeng. This palm seemed light and fluttering, but Zeng Yunfeng knew that the power contained in this palm might not be less than Zhang Sanfeng's full-strength attack.

His right hand rotated and condensed into a sword finger, and slashed towards the palm of the woman in yellow.

Just now, everyone saw a ray of light drew a semicircle in the sky, and the mist in the sky was cleaned up. The palm power of the woman in the yellow clothes suddenly decreased, and she jumped into the wrong way and avoided the attack.

Then I saw that the surrounding trees were as if they had been cut by something, and they were tilted and overturned to the ground like silky.

Zeng Yunfeng's figure reversed and turned his body in the wrong way, like a crocodile twisted. He suddenly poked out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the woman in yellow. He felt as smooth as grease. However, Zeng Yunfeng had no intention of pitying the fragrance and roaring, "The Monument Breaking Hand!"

The force rose from the ground, and the woman in yellow felt a huge force coming from her wrist. Her body involuntarily drifted half a circle in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Everyone felt that the ground was shaking again.

Zhou Dian said in surprise: "This Ying Wugui is really cruel and ruthless. He is so cute and ruthless. He actually uses ruthless methods. He is really capable. Oh, he will never find a woman in his life. Just like me, Zhou Dian, I will be a bachelor."

Zhao Min next to him gave him a blank look. The women present were frightened by Zeng Yunfeng's ruthless methods.

Du Juntai murmured to himself, "The stele-breaking hand is a move in Shaoyang fist, and it is a very ordinary move. I didn't expect this move to be used here by the rudder leader."

The skills in Shaoyang Fist are mixed, including Yunshou Hard Fist, soft Fist, and many martial arts. The stele-breaking hand is the technique of steel fist.
Chapter completed!