This is the power of the Eight-Arm Boxing. After you practice this boxing to a high level, you can condense your inner strength into real arms, which can be used to deal with enemies. Eight arms, eight weapons, and eighty-eight sixty-four offensive moves, endless.
Unstoppably fierce!
This is the power of the Eighth Level Heavenly Warriors. Once they reach this level, they can control their internal energy to perfection and transform it as they wish. Whether they want to condense into a golden dragon that rises into the sky, or a tiger that paces down the mountain, it doesn't matter.
That’s it!
In front of such a strong man, anger is useless.
Zihua jumped two feet in front of Wei Dali. Her pretty body released an internal force and shook suddenly in mid-air. She paused and then threw out the thirty-two-section keel whip in her hand.
Cutting through the night sky, like a fierce dragon sweeping its tail, it fiercely swept towards Wei Dali's neck.
Zi Huan is nicknamed Feiguhuahua. What she picks are not ordinary flowers, but blood flowers! If this whip falls on an ordinary person, the head can be picked off immediately and thrown aside.
It's a pity that Wei Dali is not an ordinary person. An attack of this level cannot stop him at all.
"Well done!" Wei Dali laughed ferociously and stretched out his arm made of internal energy to grab the whip head that was flying sideways.
If Wei Dali catches the whip, Zi Huan will not be able to keep the whip.
At the moment when the whip fell into Wei Dali's hand, Zihua changed her stance in the middle of the move, flipped her jade wrist, and secretly used her internal strength to change the direction of the whip. The keel whip turned upside down in the night sky, turning from horizontal to vertical.
After smashing and changing his moves, not only the direction of the attack changed, but also the strength was strengthened. A more dazzling white light appeared.
Wei Dali grabbed the air with one hand, and his palm suddenly tightened in the night sky. His fingers collided with his palm, and a muffled sound broke through the air. The moment he grasped it, the other arm came with a "Pangu Qingtian"
", grabbing it straight upward, reaching out to grab the whip head that had changed direction.
Who would have thought that the whip head that had just changed direction would change direction again in a short period of time, from being smashed in the air to a straight point of telescoping, thus hitting Wei Dali's Lingtai acupoint.
Wei Dali grabbed the empty space with his second arm, laughed easily, as if he was playing a game, and stretched out his third arm to grab the dragon bone whip.
In this way, Zihua and Wei Dali were fighting together. In a short period of time, she changed the direction of attack 3721 times, used a dragon-bone whip to appear and disappear, and attacked Wei Dali from various tricky directions. She
His whipping technique was not impeccable, and his cultivation level was not too high, but he still couldn't get any advantage from Wei Dali.
Wei Dali caught him twenty-one times in a row. Although he failed to catch the whip, he still guarded the door around him and did not let the whip invade at all.
"Young lady, is that all you have? This really disappoints my husband." Wei Dali scoffed, lowering his body and lowering his waist as he spoke. His two real arms remained in front of him as a defense.
At the same time, he contracted the remaining six arms formed by condensation of internal force, and quickly accumulated strength. His six internal force arms were bright and green, lighting up the night sky, and his body shape was like an Arhat descending into the world, or Zhong Kui descending a ghost!
Wei Dali was now serious about fighting, it was just a warm-up.
I saw streams of air spreading from Wei Dali's feet, causing cracks to appear on the roof of the carriage. The two horses pulling the carriage raised their legs and neighed in fright, but they could not pull the carriage even half a step.
When Zihua saw this, she screamed secretly. She rolled the dragon-shaped whip in mid-air and used the "Cirrus Cloud" move. She used the cyclone rolled out by the whip to push herself backwards to temporarily avoid Wei Dali's sharp edge. She
He avoided it, but unfortunately he underestimated the power of Wei Dali's move.
I saw Wei Dali's six fists as big as bowls thrown into the air together, and the fists slammed into the night sky. A powerful internal force swayed from the fists, forming a series of blue luminous ripples that surged in the night sky.
The brilliance is dazzling, but at the same time it is full of murderous intent!
There was a muffled sound that cracked the sky and the earth, and the fist wind swept all around, flying sand, rocks, and dust wherever it passed. All the trees in the surrounding area were shattered, and the new green buds on the trees were scattered. Even the stones could not resist it.
With this terrifying impact, everything was shattered into pieces.
As for the fragile carriage under Wei Dali's feet, it was even more overwhelmed and shattered into countless pieces under his big feet. The two horses pulling the carriage were also shaken so hard that they turned over and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
, screaming in agony.
Zihua was on the edge of the impact of the fist wind, and the impact she received was even more terrifying. She was knocked upside down by the fist wind, and she felt an overwhelming force penetrate into her body, shaking her internal organs. This punch
The wind was so powerful that it caused her to fly back more than five feet without losing any momentum, as if she was going to fly non-stop.
Zihua's throat felt salty, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. With a look of unwillingness on her face, she swung the keel whip in her hand and wrapped it around a big tree, using her strength to offset the impact of the fist wind. She secretly used her clever strength to curl the whip with
He grabbed the tree trunk and made a big spin, swinging from one side to the other, and rushed towards Wei Dali again, his beautiful eyes full of determination.
Wei Dali was shaken all over, shook away the broken wood scattered on the ground, walked forward with a grin, and asked as he walked: "Little lady, how strong is your husband's punch?"
"What's the use of a humanoid beast like you, no matter how strong you are!" Zi Hua shouted loudly, rushed to Wei Dali for the second time, swung the keel whip in his hand, and used the sharp move of the guillotine whip technique.
Launch an attack. Her moves are attacking and defending, defending and attacking. Her body rises and falls, coming and going erratically. As for the whip, it changes in all kinds of ways and has various magical functions.
Zi Hua's moves are fancy and clever, but Wei Dali's moves are just the opposite. He always fights with the simplest, most direct and effective moves. As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten skills, Wei Dali's internal strength is strong and powerful, even if he uses
The simplest moves are also full of destructive power, and one punch can often injure Zihua with its wind.
The dragon-bone whip was deployed, releasing a violent and violent attack, but when it fell on Wei Dali's body, it was no different from scratching an itch.
In fact, the two of them have already decided the winner. Wei Dali is not even a little bit stronger than Zi Huan. If they were to fight to the death, the former would have won long ago. The reason why they can fight to this point is all because of Wei Dali's left hand.
Zhi, his purpose was not to kill Zihua, but to capture her. If he made a mistake and killed Zihua, he would not get any benefit, and all his efforts for many days would be in vain.
Therefore, Wei Dali kept his hands on everything, and his intention was to play a war of attrition, hoping to slowly tire Zi Huan down, and then use acupoints to control her.
After all, Zi Huan is a seventh-level heavenly martial artist with long-lasting strength and will not collapse from exhaustion in a short while, so the two of them will have to fight for a long time.
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Zheng stood watching the battle from a distance. He wanted to go up to help, but he was unable to do so. With his current skills, it was useless to go up to him. He couldn't even scratch Wei Dali's skin, and he still had to scratch it.
His life is at stake. The only thing he can do now is to wait, wait for the opportunity to appear, and wait for Zihua to do as he prompts.
As long as Zihua believes in him and follows what is written in blood on her hand, there is still hope of turning defeat into victory!
The two people were fighting fiercely over there. On the other side of the road, they saw dust flying and the sound of hoofbeats. Dozens of people holding torches and riding horses rushed towards this side in a hurry. The person who came was headed by Ran Ran.
It was Ye Ye Shengge and Wei Yiyang, and the others on both sides were his men. These people had fierce eyes and fierce faces, and they didn't look like easy people.
It was the footsteps of these people approaching here that alerted Zihua, allowing Zihua to take precautions in advance. Now these people have chased here, making the situation even worse.
Seeing this, Zhao Zheng hid behind a big tree early, not wanting to meet these people to avoid getting into crisis. Although the people Wei Yiyang brought were not as good as Wei Dali, they must have some skills, not him
If you can deal with it alone, it's better to avoid it for now.
However, there is no need to worry that these people are accomplices to Wei Dali, because these people, like Zhao Zheng, do not have the strength to intervene in the battle between the two masters. If they go up, they will die. At most, they can only cheer from the sidelines.
Wei Yiyang, the instigator, rode up to the front, stopped ten feet away from the fighting site, reined in the reins, and ordered everyone to stop.
"You guys come together to protect me. I want to watch the battle here." Wei Yiyang rode on his horse and ordered to his men.
This group of guards and followers dismounted one after another, each drawing their weapons, and surrounded the boss in the center, forming a tight defensive formation.
Wei Yiyang felt that he was safe, and then laughed and said: "Little beauty, don't keep fighting. You are no match for my cousin. If you keep fighting, you will only suffer big losses. I am a compassionate person, and I don't want to
I see a beautiful woman like you injured. If you are willing to be obedient, I promise to treat you with courtesy and let you enjoy all the glory, wealth and happiness in the world. What do you think?"
Zihua, who was fighting over there, was so angry at these words that she took the time to retaliate: "You old pervert, even if I die here tonight, I will never give in to you!"
"Haha, if other decent women said this, I might believe it, but your words really have no weight at all. In front of me, you better not pretend to be noble, since you have become a bitch
Son, stop worrying about setting up a memorial arch. I know all about the bad things you did in the past. Before you became famous in the world, you were just a wanderer. I'm here to force you to submit tonight. I just want you to go back to your old business.
, is not considered forcing a good girl into prostitution." Wei Yiyang smiled and opened up Zi Huan's old background, or in other words, tore open the scar on Zi Huan's heart.
When Zihua heard these words, all blood drained from her face, as if she had been stabbed by a sharp blade. In her daze, her movements were half a beat too slow, and she was hit again by Wei Dali's fierce punch. Her body felt like
A kite with a broken string usually flies upside down.
There seemed to be a tear flying out with her body.
