Start Biyou Village: Start with one person and add some horizontal training

Ding Zhangan is not good at horizontal training.

He practiced Baicao.

Even if Han Jue is not as strong as him, he will not choose to confront Han Jue head-on at present.

He made a wrong step, and his figure was as fast as a ghost.

Avoiding the oppression of pure strength in front of Han Jue, he raised his right arm and struck out a palm across the air.

A transparent Qi energy invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people turned into a palm print of nothingness and blasted out.

"Appeared!"

"Brother Ding's splitting palm!"

Lu Liang shouted in surprise.

Splitting the empty palm is a basic palm technique in the alien world.

Because the moves are too simple, many people disdain to practice.

It is Ding Zhang'an who has really cultivated this palm technique to the peak.

Road to simplicity!

The simplest palm method, on the contrary, is the easiest to exert the greatest power.

Seeing that Ding Zhangan avoided his frontal impact, Han Jue immediately turned around.

Like a huge yet flexible cheetah, it dragged out an afterimage and approached Ding Zhuan.

As for Ding Zhang'an's palm, Han never dodged or evaded, and directly resisted with his body.

After the blessing of the three-door horizontal hard work of the Vajra Immortal Art, the Ten Thousand Poisonous Golden Bell Shade, and the Iron Clothes, combined with the strengthening and strengthening of the fifth stage of Yijin Xixiui, he does not believe that his physical hardness will not be able to withstand a strike Empty palm.

Bang!

The pure and thick innate qi condensed and condensed splitting palm landed straight on Han Jue's solid chest like cast iron.

Han Jue's huge body instantly flew upside down.

It fell fiercely to a position a few meters behind.

Boom!

A herringbone-shaped pit with a length of more than two meters was smashed into the ground.

Han Jue was caught in it.

The whole body is almost covered by flying soil and grass roots.

Really great!

It is worthy of being the Shuangjie second only to the old heavenly master!

What a powerful force!

The moment he was hit by the palm of the hand.

Han Jue felt as if his entire chest had been hit by a heavy hammer.

"Fuck! Awesome! Brother Ding is awesome, Brother Ding is mighty, Brother Ding is invincible!"

Lu Liang, Ding Zhangan's loyal fan, raised his arms and cheered.

"Ding...Senior Ding is so terrifying." Xue Fan gasped.

Tu Junfang shook his head in disappointment, "If it ends like this, wouldn't it be lonely if we come back from a long distance?!"

"Should...should not be. The strength of the little benefactor is not so vulnerable."

Monk Yongjue Gao Ning, who had personally experienced the violence of Han Jue, said uncertainly.

"Beautiful job! Xiao Ding's splitting palm is still as good as ever!"

Yuan Tao couldn't help but slap on idiot's leg again.

The latter was in pain, tearful and aggrieved.

He didn't understand why the master didn't pat his own thigh when he was emotional?

far away.

Xia He's pretty face was pale, her hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were almost embedded in the tender flesh.

Meimou stared at the direction where Han Jue fell to the ground.

She felt faintly tensed to stop breathing.

Ding Zhangan stood on the spot, squinting his eyes and pondering.

I deliberately reserved [-]% of the strength in the palm just now.

He shouldn't have been injured.

The crowd looked on eagerly.

A figure like a demon god slowly stood up from the collapsed pit.

He shook off the mud, sand and grass roots all over his body, and looked down at his chest.

Can't see any scars.

There is only a shallow white mark!

Han Jue was finally relieved and grinned grimly.

Nearly three years of self-abuse day and night hard training, finally not in vain.

Ding Zhang'an's chopping empty palm may have left some strength.

But he is Ding Zhuan after all, one of the few super masters in the world of aliens.

Even if only [-]% to [-]% of the power is used, the average person would have been defeated long ago.

Relying on pure physical strength, I managed to carry it!

"Ho~uh, ah ha ha ha ha ha..." Han Jue turned his head up and laughed wildly, his voice rolling, "It's enjoyable! It's so fucking enjoyable. Just use the palm technique just now, and give me a few more ruthless tricks!"

"You...don't show mercy!"

"I... am coming!"

Before he finished speaking, Han Jue locked onto Ding Zhangan's position, and his legs sank into a half squat.

The whole body shrank into a ball.

Muscles are densely piled up like a terrifying mountain of meat.

A dry land plucking onion sprinted out sideways!

Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

The dense air seemed to be pierced by Han Jue.

The dull roar was endless.

"Damn it! Fucked! Damn it! Didn't get hurt by splitting the palm like this?!"

Lu Liang exclaimed again and again.

"They can still fight back, isn't Xiao Ding's palm useless?"

Yuan Tao was puzzled.

"I don't think so. Brother Ding always goes all out."

Tu Junfang's complexion suddenly changed.

Realizing that Han Jue, who was still alive and kicking despite blocking Ding Zhuan's nearly full-strength blow, had an outrageous physical toughness.

The figure was getting closer and closer, staring at the unharmed Han Jue, Ding Zhangan was calm on the surface, and was amazed in his heart.

He thought that Han Jue's horizontal training must be very strong.

It's just that it is so strong that it can resist the palm of its own, which is really incredible.

And then, Han Jue turned into a meat bomb chariot, and kept approaching him with an indomitable momentum.

Ding Zhang'an still didn't intend to fight Han Jue in close quarters, he moved his feet and swung his hands flying!

Split palm*1

Split palm*2

Split palm*3

…………

Split palm*8

Throw out eight palm splitting palms in one breath!

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Without hesitation, Han Jue continued to confront the tough.

Take Ding Zhangan's eight palms abruptly with his physical body.

Every time he received a palm, his body was overturned.

In the next second, one turned over and stood up quickly.

"Happy...happy! What I want is the fucking feeling!"

"I'm so happy~ ho~ ho ho ho, ah ha ha ha ha, come again... again!"

Seeing him tireless, painless, mad and ferocious, he rushed towards Ding Zhang'an three times.

Everyone watching the battle felt their scalps go numb, and their hairs stood on end!

This fucking is not human!

It's clearly a monster!

After receiving nine palm splits back and forth, he didn't vomit a mouthful of blood or leave a single wound except his body fell to the ground.

Even if Ding Zhangan is merciful, it is absolutely impossible to control it to such an extent.

In the final analysis, there is only one reason.

Even Ding Zhang'an's splitting palm couldn't defeat his horizontal hard work!

Chapter 66 Ultimate Defense VS Killing Spirit Finger, 9000 Power to Break the Light? 【2 more】

Han Absolutely had a basic judgment on his physical strength.

Pushing with all his strength without reservation, Ding Zhang'an's splitting palm could only leave a few white marks.

Can't break his defense!

As for the other unique skills that Ding Zhangan has mastered, he will learn them one by one.

"Extreme defense? Interesting."

A smile appeared on Ding Zhangan's face.

at this time.

He finally really had a strong interest in this young man who dared to challenge him.

Since the effect of splitting the empty palm is not good, then...

How about changing several ways?

Dozens of silver needles shining with cold light quietly appeared in his palm.

"Little brother, be careful!"

Ding Zhangan moved quickly while waving his arms.