Zhuang Wudao took a deep breath and adjusted the energy in his body. He knew that Liuhe Xingyi Quan could no longer handle this, unless he had a big pewter gun in his hand. Many postures in Xingyi Liuhe Quan were originally derived from marksmanship.
Come here, just make a few changes. Even if you have a big gun in your hand, you can still rush the front to break the formation, but it won't work at this time.
Zhuang Wudao did not hesitate, and launched the fist of the big monument-slammer! With one palm strike, there was a muffled sound, and the person in front of him immediately had his shield and armor shattered, and his flesh and bones collapsed!
The people from the Iron Sword Society couldn't stop him, and the same thing would happen if he were replaced by the elites from the Thunder Dragon Gang.
Today there is a bloody battle in the long street. Anyone who tries to stop him will be killed without mercy!
"Feng San! Hu Li! Get out of here! If you dare to lure me out to ambush, don't you even have the guts to show up? What kind of hero are you hiding behind and letting the minions die?"
Zhuang Wudao was covered in blood and laughed loudly, his momentum becoming more and more unruly. He hit the monument with another palm, and with a "boom", another person could not bear the huge force and died on the spot.
.There was bleeding from the five orifices, and there was a deep palm mark on the iron armor on the chest.
These hundreds of soldiers were wearing exquisite black-patterned armors that were almost unparalleled. As long as the palms came into contact with each other, they would either die or be injured. Even if they were hit by the person in the palm, they would often be killed directly.
Breathed.
This iron-armored man, who would normally intimidate people, was like a piece of rotten wood pile, being destroyed by Zhuang Wudao, and was broken and blown away one by one. The iron armor on his body was like tissue paper.
The power of the big stele smashing hand was fully displayed, and every palm strike was powerful and powerful, like a mountain collapsing and the clouds were splitting. He was invincible, and the armored formation crowded in the lane was almost beaten alive by his big stele smashing palm.
collapse!
Zhuang Wudao was breathing rapidly, but he felt an unusual sense of relief in his chest. His fists were stretched, and his whole body was full of energy, and every part of him was in compliance.
If he hadn't remembered to save his energy as much as possible, the continuous slamming of the monument with forty palms had already made his body a little tired, and he would have become even crazier at this time.
This set of big monument smashers is really refreshing! It is really invincible to push forward and break sharpness!
At this time, Zhuang Wudao was extremely lucky that he could meet 'Qingyun' and be able to practice this set of palm techniques.
Otherwise, how could he be so happy today? In his mind, a man should be like this, defeating millions of soldiers with a pair of fleshy palms!
He is also confident like never before, so what if he is ambushed by 500 people? He can definitely kill Feng San by himself!
"You two are cowardly. Don't you still have five Qi-training monks? If one of you dies, you won't dare to come out? Don't let these minions come to your death. In only half an hour, can you really exhaust all my strength, Zhuang Wudao?"
Although the faces of the Thunder Dragon Gang soldiers around them had not changed much, their eyes were already twinkling. They knew that Zhuang Wudao's words were just to shake their minds. But they were still timid and dissatisfied in their hearts. He drew his sword.
At this time, everyone began to hesitate. They also began to shrink and did not dare to move forward.
In half a moment, Zhuang Wudao had almost single-handedly overturned their armored formation. There were dozens and dozens of casualties, and fewer and fewer people survived. If it weren't for the strict training, Shen Quan would have severely punished him.
He knew that if he stepped back at this time, he would definitely be severely punished. The remaining hundreds of thunder dragon warriors had long been completely dispersed by Zhuang Wudao!
However, even at this point, Zhuang Wudao's palm power was still as fierce and strong as ever, with no sign of any weakening.
It’s frustrating. How many lives will be lost? How long will it take until Zhuang Wudao’s strength is exhausted?
Feng San and Hu Li both care about the lives of the monks in the Qi Realm, so are they prepared to let them die?
"Everyone spread out!"
A familiar loud shout came from a distance. The surrounding Thunder Dragon warriors all retreated and stepped aside as if they had been granted amnesty.
Zhuang Wudao stepped forward quickly, ready to pursue him. However, in the distance, three fireballs the size of hydrangeas suddenly fell on him.
At that moment, he could only stop his steps suddenly, punch out with a punch, and wave his Yuan Magnetic Qi to forcefully smash the fireball into pieces, turning it into sparks all over the sky.
And at the same time, several hooks and chains were thrown from all directions, locking his limbs.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't be distracted when resisting the spell. He was caught off guard and could only dodge most of it. There were still five or six hooks and chains wrapped around his hands, feet and limbs, locking them tightly.
"Locked!"
There was laughter from both sides, seemingly extremely happy. Then more than a hundred people cheered loudly.
"He's dead!"
"Let's pull him together with all our strength! So what if we train our body horizontally? It's the same as death today!"
"I don't believe this guy is really capable of defeating a hundred of us!"
On both sides and behind, there were actually more than a hundred remaining members of the Iron Sword Society, all of whom were grabbing the iron chains and pulling hard.
The man holding a pair of purple and gold eight-edged hammers was forced by Zhuang Wudao's momentum to keep retreating. Wang Ba was also overjoyed. His courage rekindled and he no longer retreated. Wang Ba strode forward and gave a fierce hammer.
Hit Zhuang Wudao on the head.
Zhuang Wudao also felt nervous. He knew that if his limbs were completely trapped, he would definitely die today.
Fortunately, although the alley is wide, it is extremely crowded with more than a hundred people crowded together. Of these people from the Iron Knife Society, less than twenty can really exert their full strength. There are many more who have not yet caught that person.
Several chains trapped his limbs.
A huge force surged in. Zhuang Wudao's feet seemed to have taken root and remained motionless in place.
The body also immediately used the power-generating technique of the Big Monument Slammer to activate all the strength in the body to the extreme.
Zhuang Wudao bit the tip of his tongue and shouted loudly.
"Bah!"
The sound was like spring thunder, exploding eardrums. Zhuang Wudao's whole body suddenly spun on the spot like a top, and then spun faster and faster. It was like a tornado, extremely violent.
With five hooks and chains wrapped around his body, he flew around together with the fifty or so people who failed to let go in time. First, he hit the two walls heavily, causing the two already dilapidated walls to collapse immediately.
Shattered.
It triggered waves of miserable screams. Even if those people who were carried away by Zhuang Wudao's huge force were lucky enough to escape, they would definitely be seriously injured, with internal shock injuries and bone displacement.
Unlucky enough, even when he hit the wall, he was completely silent.
And wherever the iron chain passed, everything was swept away. If there were houses on both sides, they would be broken and collapsed. If they were people, they would be crushed to death by the iron chains! The area within fifty feet was swept away, and there were everywhere.
Flesh and blood were scattered, and brains were scattered everywhere. After several rounds of sweeps, there were only a few living people in this area.
The King Ba also narrowly missed being hit, but he was more agile. He immediately fell to the ground and rolled out narrowly. When he stood up again, his face was covered with cold sweat.
His eyes were still filled with shock. If he had been hit just now, he would not have died on the spot, but he would have been seriously injured. It would be difficult for him to stand up on his feet!
At this time, everyone around him was looking at Zhuang Wudao with horrified eyes. They looked at him like a ghost and had no intention of fighting at all.
After a few turns of these hooks and chains, nearly sixty people within fifty feet of this place lost their lives. Who can resist such a fierce force? If you go up again, you will die!
And the person in front of me turned out to be just a marrow refiner!
Zhuang Wudao turned around four times and then stopped. He gasped for breath and suppressed his fatigue. He looked coldly in front of him. It had been almost two and a half minutes since the battle started, and he finally saw Feng.
San and Hu Li were right in front of him, only a hundred feet apart. However, there were only a few people blocking him in the alleyway.
Before he decided to let Qin Feng and others go first and let him take the lead, Zhuang Wudao never thought that he could do this.
If he is willing to retreat at this time, no one here will be able to stop him, and he can escape easily.
However, Zhuang Wudao's eyes were even more determined. It seemed very good to use this Feng San to confirm his martial arts achievements in this month and become his sharpening stone——
I have a vague hunch that if I can achieve what I want, my boxing skills will definitely be able to make further progress after today!
Within ten days, he will definitely be able to enter the realm of Qi training! He will be able to refine his own natal mystical art!
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At this time, Shen Quan could no longer sit firmly at the table, but stood beside the window railing of this elegant room, looking into the distance with cold eyes.
Seeing this situation in front of him, no one looked good, and he, Shen Quan, was the same.
The Thunder Dragon Gang has a great cause, and there are three thousand gang members in the surrounding area. However, the two hundred soldiers in Dongchuan Lane are the elites that he spent a lot of time to build up.
If they had the same number of people, the overall strength of these soldiers would be much stronger than the pro-army troops at General Zhennan's Mansion in Yue City. The weapons and armor alone cost a large sum of money, not to mention the monthly supply.
elixir money.
But here, most of it was broken in Zhuang Wudao's hands.
"Heng Lian Ba Ti, Yuan Magnetic Power, should undoubtedly be the Ox Demon Yuan Ba Ti. However, although this Hng Lian Qigong method is superb, it does not have such tyrannical power."
Gu Yueming was also standing by the window, but the focus was different. He was still studying the martial arts used by Zhuang Wudao.
"It should be that the way of exerting force in that set of palm techniques is different. It seems to be an inferior set of big monument-breaking hands, but the power is amazing. The power of the bull demon is multiplied several times. It's a bit weird!"
Shen Quan was also surprised: "The ancient overlord's reputation and momentum were only like this! No one has ever been able to use the two sets of fists and palms to this extent. However, recently
, and I have never heard of any ancient records of these two martial arts being extant.”
Only a very small part of the exercises circulating today were created by contemporary people. Most of the rest were handed down from ancient times.
However, after tens of thousands of years of baptism and change, some ancient martial arts that had earth-shaking power gradually declined and scattered, lost their true meaning, and were no longer valued by people.
However, occasionally relics from the caves of ancient monks are unearthed, which contain the key to long-ago exercises, which can reproduce the ancient divine power after practice.
These ancient books of exercises are often different from today's and are called ancient books.
"At least it has the power of thirty oxen, but this time it was a miscalculation."