"It turns out that these people have been hypnotized by you. It's really amazing to me, but you can't hypnotize me. Now you can try it out if you can hypnotize the King of Hell and ask him to send you back!" As Yin stepped forward and raised two fingers to Ye Ming's chest and poked over it.

"Ha!" Suddenly, a loud roar came. Yue Kunpeng had already killed him with a black Tang sword in his hand. The sharp blade seemed to be mixed with the sound of wind and chopped towards A Yin's two fingers.

When A Yin saw it, he hurriedly withdrew his fingers, took a few steps back and looked at Yue Kunpeng who suddenly appeared. "Black Sword, Yue Kunpeng is indeed extraordinary."

"What are you doing? Your injury has not healed yet, why don't you recover from it?" Ye Ming stood up from the ground and said.

"I'm not the most serious injury. How can I hide in it and recover from it when you are here?" Yue Kunpeng said

"Try your life, do you think your life is valuable?" A Yin raised his fingers, his two fingers like steel

"Do you have two fingers? Look at me cutting it down for you!" Yue Kunpeng shouted and rushed forward with a black knife, stabbing Ayin quickly.

"Chi" sounds burst out in the air, which shows how fast Yue Kunpeng was shooting his sword

If everyone thinks that Ayin only knows two-finger Zen, it would be wrong. It's just that his two-finger is more powerful than that. Ayin's eyes are fast and quick-witted fingers are like using the Lingxi finger used by Lu Xiaofeng in the ancient dragon novel. With a "ding" sound, the tip of the Tang sword was actually clamped by Ayin.

Yue Kunpeng was obviously stunned for a moment, then screamed and stabbed his hands hard. After all, A Yin was just two fingers! It was impossible to resist the strength of his whole body.

"Hmph!" A Yin groaned, immediately let go of his fingers and spread his palms. With a "bang" between his palms, he clamped Tang Dao and used a move to grab the white blade with empty hands. Oh no, it was to grab the black blade.

Hu Yanzhuo's iron fists bombarded the dozen or so brothers. Each punch was a "pa" sound. The place where the hit was not complete was not complete.

But those little brothers had been hypnotized and forgot the pain. As long as they did not die, they got up from the ground and rushed towards Hu Yanzhuo again. Hu Yanzhuo was a little annoyed. What he really wanted to fight was that the man was Wang Zhan, and Wang Zhan who injured his face!

Those little brothers hit Hu Yanzhuo's body and only had their bodies shaken. The armor on their bodies was numbed when they were hit. Why did Hu Yanzhuo wear armor? This has something to do with the Iron Arm Yama.

Everyone around Sui Jiang Taigong had some unique skills. Iron Arm Yan Luo thought of a way to enhance resistance, so he implanted an iron plate into his body. Hu Yanzhuo saw this scene. He clearly saw the heart-wrenching roar of Qiu Bing when he was implanted in the iron plate. This is the sound of evil ghosts in hell. Originally, the two had already discussed doing this together, but after seeing Qiu Bing's tragic situation, Hu Yanzhuo didn't want to do it anymore. He just sent someone to create a hard armor to wear on his body, which also had the same protective effect.

"Look at whether my golden silk thread is powerful or your flying blade is powerful!" Ye Li's arms trembled, and his hands kept moving. The golden silk thread flashed in the air.

Shin Zhenhang held the Bible that had been completely unfolded in both hands, and the "smacking" pieces of paper-sized blades connected one after another, and it was as a spirit snake in the air.

"Bastard! I actually beat my baby!" The pain in Zhuo Jun's lower body relieved a little, and then his whole muscles swelled like a bear. With a "squeak", the clothes on his upper body were pulled off by himself, revealing the completely irregular muscles on his upper body, as if they were disrupted, and they were regular at all.

"Hmph, I'll take out the iron plate in your body right away!" Wang Zhan's eyes were filled with cruelty, and his body instantly moved to the front of the tyrant army, and his hands "slap" on the tyrant army's chest.

The rioters' arms trembled one after another, and their chests shook Wang Zhan's hands, and Wang Zhan's hands turned into claws and buckled them towards the rioters' chest.

"Ah!" A muffled shout came from the rioter's throat. Two arms that were thicker than Chang's legs grabbed Wang Zhan's shoulders. The two big hands were pinching Wang Zhan's shoulders separately, and they were trying to crush Wang Zhan's shoulders with all their strength.

Wang Zhan is competing with him now, "Ah!" A sharp roar suddenly came from Wang Zhan's mouth, and the five fingers of his right hand actually touched the five blood holes in the chest of the tyrant army, and blood was flowing out in an instant. The iron plate was just hidden under a layer of flesh. For a long time, the skin outside had no feeling. What really felt was the flesh that had been combined with the iron plate.

"I'll help you!" After the violent soldier got the two Dongcheng brothers who were pestering him, he ran to Wang Zhan and reached out, drilled in from Wang Zhan's arms with both hands, and then turned back and grabbed Wang Zhan's head with both hands.

Wang Zhan's head was immediately suppressed by the violent soldiers, and his arms were also being squeezed up by the violent soldiers. It hurts, it really hurts, and the violent soldiers are also grabbing on his shoulders.

"Ah--" Wang Zhan gritted his teeth, his silver teeth were almost broken, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The blue veins on Wang Zhan's forehead stormed, and his face was ferocious.

"Crack...Crack" Wang Zhan's hands were pressed into Zhu Jun's chest, and he just raised and pulled the edge of the iron plate under the flesh, and then another roar was heard, "Sher" accompanied by the splashed blood, and there were a little bit of star minced meat. Wang Zhan's hands were already holding a bloody iron plate. In front of the iron plate was still the flesh on Zhu Jun's chest, and blood was flowing on the other side.

"Ah...ah..." The rioters' hands holding Wang Zhan's shoulders suddenly lost their strength. They took a few steps back, looking at their bloody chest in disbelief, including the flesh on their stomach, only bloody red meat, and the sternum mixed with blood on them.

"Ah...ah..." Bao Jun roared with pale face, not knowing what he should do. There was no flesh on his belly, and his intestines were all accumulated in his belly. It was completely visible. I am afraid that as long as he tried his best, he would get out his intestines and five internal organs.

"Rampant Army!" Seeing this, the violent soldier roared, raised his legs and hit Wang Zhan's waist and hit him. Wang Zhan threw away the iron plate in his hand, and then shrank his body. The violent soldier's knee hit Wang Zhan's waist. Although Wang Zhan had lowered Shanghai to the lowest point, a severe pain still spread to all parts of his nerves.

"Hahahaha..." Wang Zhan laughed wildly, "I said I would make out the iron plate in your body!" Then the blood aroused Wang Zhan's bloodthirsty desire, and endured the severe pain on his waist and rushed to the side of the tyrant army.

The violent soldier is now by the violent army. Why can Wang Zhan be so chaotic? He punched Wang Zhan and got the violent soldier's punch. He reached out to the violent soldier's belly and grabbed his intestines. Because Wang Zhan's whole body flew backwards, and he still grabbed the violent soldier's intestines in his hand.

"Che" the scarlet intestines emitted a foul smell, and blood was still splattering wherever they passed. The rioters' eyes were almost falling out, and they could not make any sound from their mouths. They watched their intestines be caught.

It turned out that a person's intestines could be pulled so long. After Wang Zhan fell to the ground, he was already three meters away. The intestines in his hand were pulled for more than three meters away. After seeing this, the violent soldier knelt on the ground with a "plop". His fists were clenched tightly at the ground, and he punched a few "bang bang". A big pit was smashed on the ground. The shock everyone felt that there was hatred in the violent soldier's heart! Blood and tears were flowing from the violent soldier's eyes. The violent soldier was his brother. The two brothers grew up dependent on each other and were taken as their disciples by the Iron Arm Yan Luo. But now they are separated by Yin and Yang. Moreover, the violent soldier's death is still so cruel. How can he not hate him in his heart!

"Ah..." After the rioter knelt down with a "plop", his head turned and there was no sound. His eyes were still staring, and he died with his eyes open. The intestines in his belly were still caught in his hands by Wang Zhan.

"Bastard! My violent soldier must kill you! He will tear you out of pieces! He will tear you out of pieces! Ah--" The violent soldier is crazy, he is really crazy. He has never been so crazy before

After seeing the tragic death of the tyrant army, the iron-armed Yan Luo's hatred soldier was bleeding in his heart, "The tyrant army!"

"Kill! What are you waiting for! Kill them!" Hu Yanzhuo's fists were dancing even faster, and there were only seven or eight people left around him.

When Huang Bailuo saw the tragic death of the tyrant army, he thought of an apprentice who had already died in battle. Shen Jian suddenly felt a sense of grief and anger. After a blade ran over the golden thread, the golden thread danced even more active. "You all die for me!" The golden thread wrapped around the waist of a Dongcheng brother, and then Huang Bailuo tore it hard, and the Dongcheng brother was cut off in the waist, and his internal organs fell all over the floor.

Yue Kunpeng was wearing a black Zhongshan suit, looking energetic, but it was not like this. The last time he was plotted by Jiang Taigong, he was still fighting hard. The wound had already cracked and oozed out blood, but Yue Kunpeng was still pressing him tightly. A Yin in front of him had an extra knife in his hand. The knife was a bit special. It was originally just an iron rod that was only ten centimeters long. Then he was held in his hand and swung it. With a "swish", the blade hidden in one section popped out from it, with a full meter three-meter long silver and white shining with a sharp light.

"My snow-snow hasn't been used for a long time. You should feel honored today," said Ayin.

"Ahem... honor, then will you feel honored if I kill you?" Yue Kunpeng said

"What qualifications do you have to compare with me!" Ayin said

Yue Kunpeng smiled, "Then you are not qualified to be comparable to me!"
Chapter completed!