"It turns out that these people were all hypnotized by you. It's really amazing to me, but you can't hypnotize me. Now go and try and see if you can hypnotize the Lord of Hell and ask him to send you back!" A Yin
He took a step forward, raised two fingers and poked Ye Ming's chest.
"Hey!" Suddenly a loud roar came. Yue Kunpeng was already killing him with a black Tang knife in his hand. The sharp blade seemed to be mixed with the sound of wind and chopped off A Yin's two fingers.
A Yin hurriedly retracted his fingers and took a few steps back to look at Yue Kunpeng who suddenly appeared. "Black knife, Yue Kunpeng is really extraordinary."
"What are you doing here? Your injury hasn't healed yet. Why don't you take good care of it?" Ye Ming stood up from the ground and said.
"My injury is not the most serious one. How can I huddle in there and recuperate while you are working so hard here?" Yue Kunpeng said.
"Desire, do you think your life is valuable?" A Yin raised his two fingers, which were like steel.
"Two-finger Zen? Let me cut it off for you!" Yue Kunpeng shouted and rushed forward with a black knife, stabbing A Yin quickly.
"Chi" sound burst out in the air, which shows how fast Yue Kunpeng can draw the knife.
It would be wrong to think that A Yin only knows two-finger Zen, but in comparison, his two fingers are more powerful. A-yin's quick eyes and quick hands are like using the Ling Xi finger used by Lu Xiaofeng in Gu Long's novel with four eyebrows.
With a "ding" sound from two fingers, the tip of Tang Dao was actually clamped by A Yin.
Yue Kunpeng was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he screamed and stabbed in with both hands. After all, A Yin only had two fingers! It was impossible to withstand the strength of his whole body.
"Hmph!" Ah Yin groaned, and immediately released his fingers and spread his palms. With a "pop" sound, he clamped the Tang Dao with his palms, and used a move to seize the white blade with his bare hands, oh no, it was to seize the black blade.
Hu Yanzhuo's pair of iron fists violently bombarded more than a dozen younger brothers. Every punch made a "pop" sound. The younger brother who was hit by Hu Yanzhuo did not have complete damage to the place where he was hit.
But those younger brothers had been hypnotized and forgot about the pain. As long as they didn't stop breathing, they got up from the ground and rushed towards Huyanzhuo again. Huyanzhuo was a little irritable. The person he really wanted to fight was Wang Zhan, the Wang who hurt his face.
war!
Those guys who hit Hu Yanzhuo only shook his body and numbed the area where he was hit. The armor on his body was not in vain. Why did Hu Yanzhuo wear armor? This has something to do with the Iron-Armed Yama.
Everyone around Jiang Taigong must have some unique skills. Iron-armed Yama thought of a way to enhance resistance, so he implanted iron plates into his body. Hu Yanzhuo saw this scene, and he knew
I clearly saw Qiu Bing's heart-rending roar when he received the iron plate implantation. This is what the evil ghosts in hell are like. Originally, the two of them had discussed doing this together, but after seeing
After the tragic situation of Qiu Bing, Hu Yanzhuo didn't want to do anything anymore. He just sent someone to make a hard armor to wear on his body, which also had the same protective effect.
"Let's see if it's my golden thread that's more powerful or your flying blade!" Ye Li shook his arms, his hands were constantly moving, and the golden thread flashed "swish, swish" in the air.
Shen Zhenhang held the Bible that had been completely unfolded in both hands, and the sharp blades the size of paper were connected one after another, moving like a spiritual snake in the air.
"Asshole! You hit my baby!" The pain in Baojun's lower body eased a little, and then his muscles swelled like a bear. With a "squeak" sound, the clothes on his upper body were torn off by himself.
The completely irregular muscles of the upper body were exposed, as if they had been disrupted by someone. They were not at all regular.
"Hmph, I'll take out the iron plate from your body right away!" Wang Zhan's eyes showed a trace of cruelty, and his body instantly moved in front of the violent army, and hit the violent army with his hands with a "snap".
Army's chest
Baojun's arms flexed and his chest shook, knocking Wang Zhan's hands away. Wang Zhan's hands turned into claws and clasped toward Baojun's chest.
"Ah!" A muffled shout came from Baojun's throat, and two arms thicker than normal legs grabbed Wang Zhan's shoulders. Two big hands squeezed Wang Zhan's shoulders respectively.
He is using all his strength to crush Wang Zhan's shoulders.
What Wang Zhan was competing with him now was strength. "Ah!" A scream suddenly came from Wang Zhan's mouth, and the five fingers of his right hand actually dug into the violent army's chest, and blood flowed out instantly from the five blood holes in the chest.
The iron plate is just hidden under a layer of skin. If it stays like this for a long time, the outer skin will have no feeling. What really feels is the flesh that has been combined with the iron plate.
"I'm here to help you!" After the violent soldiers got rid of the two Dongcheng boys who were pestering him, they ran to Wang Zhan and stretched out their hands. They slipped under Wang Zhan's arms and then turned back and grabbed Wang Zhan's head with both hands.
Wang Zhan's head was immediately pushed down by the violent soldiers, and his arms were also squeezed upward by the violent soldiers. It hurt, it really hurt, and there were also violent soldiers holding on to his shoulders.
"Yeah -" Wang Zhan gritted his teeth, and his silver teeth were almost broken. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Blue veins popped up on Wang Zhan's forehead, and his expression was ferocious.
"Ka... ka la" Wang Zhan's hands were clasped into the chest of the violent army, and they caught the edge of the iron plate under the skin. Then there was another loud roar, "呲拉" accompanied by splashing.
The blood came out, and there were bits and pieces of minced meat. Wang Zhan was already holding a bloody iron plate in his hands. In front of the iron plate was the skin and flesh of the rebels' chest, and on the other side was blood flowing.
"Ah...ah..." Baojun's hands holding Wang Zhan's shoulders suddenly lost their strength, and he took a few steps back, looking at his bloody chest with disbelief.
Including the skin and flesh on the belly, there is only bloody red meat, and the sternum mixed with blood
"Ah...ah..." Baojun roared with a pale face. He no longer knew what he should do. There was no meat on his stomach, and the intestines were piled up in his stomach. It was completely visible. I'm afraid as long as he exerts force,
Will take out his intestines and five internal organs
"Bao Jun!" Bao Bing roared when he saw this, raised his leg and hit Wang Zhan's waist with his knee. Wang Zhan threw away the iron plate in his hand, then shrank back and hit Wang Zhan's knee with Bao Bing's knee.
In his waist, although Wang Zhan had lowered Shanghai to the lowest level, a sharp pain still spread to all the nerves.
"Hahahaha..." Wang Zhan laughed wildly, "I said I would get the iron plate out of your body!" Then the blood aroused Wang Zhan's bloodthirsty desire, and he endured the severe pain in his waist and ran away
Arriving at the side of the rioters
The riot soldiers are now beside the riot soldiers. How come Wang Zhan is so messy with his manpower?
He grabbed his intestines. After receiving a punch from Baojun, Wang Zhan's whole body flew backwards, still holding Baojun's intestines in his hand.
"Chi la!" The scarlet intestines exuded a foul smell, and there were splashes of blood wherever they passed. The tyrant's eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out, and he could no longer make a sound from his mouth. He watched helplessly as his intestines were taken out.
It turns out that a person's intestines can be stretched so long. After Wang Zhan fell to the ground, he was already three meters away. The intestines in his hand were stretched more than three meters and could be stretched very long. After seeing this, the violent soldiers said:
He knelt down on the ground with a thump, clenched his fists and punched the ground with a few "bang bang" punches. A big hole was made on the ground. Everyone felt the shock, and there was something in the heart of the violent soldier.
Hate! Blood and tears flowed from Bao Bing's eyes. Bao Jun is his brother. The two brothers grew up dependent on each other. Later, they were accepted as disciples by the Iron-Armed Yama and they were never separated. But now they are separated by yin and yang.
, and the way Bao Jun died was still so cruel, how could he not hate him in his heart!
"Ah..." Baojun knelt down with a "plop" and tilted his head without making any sound. His eyes were still staring, and he was still holding the intestines in his stomach in Wang Zhan's hands.
"Asshole! I, the violent soldier, will definitely kill you! I will tear you into pieces! Shatter your body into thousands of pieces! Ah -" The violent soldier went crazy, truly crazy. He has never been so crazy before.
After seeing the tragic death of Bao Jun, Iron-Armed Yama Qiu Bing's heart was bleeding, "Bao Jun!"
"Kill! What are you waiting for! Kill them!" Hu Yanzhuo danced his fists even faster, and there were only seven or eight people surrounding his younger brother.
As soon as Huang Bailuo saw the tragic death of the rebel army, he thought of one of his apprentices who had died in the battle. A surge of grief and anger suddenly rose in Shen Jian's heart. A blade passed through the golden thread, and then the golden thread danced even more lively, "You all
Die!" The golden thread wrapped around the waist of a boy from Dongcheng, and then Huang Bailuo tore it hard. The boy from Dongcheng was cut off at the waist, and his internal organs fell to the floor.
Yue Kunpeng was wearing a black tunic suit. He looked energetic, but that was not the case. He was not well after being tricked by Jiang Taigong last time. He was still fighting hard, and his wounds had already cracked and oozed blood.
But Yue Kunpeng was still holding on. There was already a knife in Ayin's hand in front of him. The knife was a little special. It was originally an iron rod only ten centimeters long.
With a flick of his hand, there was a "crack" sound, and the blade, which was hidden one by one, popped out from inside. It was three meters long and the whole body was silvery white and shining brightly.
"My snow light has not been used for a long time, you should feel honored today" A Yin said
"Ahem... it's an honor. Would you feel honored if I killed you?" Yue Kunpeng said.
"What qualifications do you have to compare with me!" A Yin said
Yue Kunpeng smiled, "Then you are even less qualified to compare with me!"