Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 102 The Eight-Armed Hand

Seeing Fang Hengyun slashing with a sword, Ye Mao mobilized all his true strength, and in just one breath of effort, he condensed into the "Little Thousand Spiritual Hand" martial talisman, and slapped it at a faster speed than Fang Hengyun.

He carried nine palm shadows with his right hand, and three of these illusory palm shadows had already turned into reality, attacking Fang Hengyun together with the fleshy palm.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The four loud noises sounded almost simultaneously!

Ye Mao shook the knife in Fang Hengyun's hand with his fleshy palm, and all three palm prints landed on Fang Hengyun's chest, and his physical body was blown apart.

Limbs, intestines, viscera and head were scattered all over the place, and a thick bloody smell spread rapidly in the stone room in an instant.

This is too vicious, too cruel!

The stone room, which was originally noisy, suddenly became dead silent.

"vomit……"

Dugu Mingyue has also killed many people, but she has never seen such a bloody scene. She felt her stomach tumbling, she hurriedly covered her mouth, and squatted aside. Compared with the impact of those flesh and blood on her, she was more shocked by the Ye Mao's strength.

An eighth-level cultivator of the Wulun Realm who had just broken through, unexpectedly beat a ninth-level monk of the Wulun Realm who had survived a catastrophe to death with one move.

Who will believe this thing?

But everything really happened in front of her eyes. She said just now that Fang Hengyun's sword skills are superb, and Ye Mao must not be Fang Hengyun's opponent. As a result, Fang Hengyun was immediately blown away with one blow.

Can you stop being so awesome?
The others were also dumbfounded.

Cai Qingyun was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out, and there was a rush of blood in his stomach.

Old Rong's pupils shrank, even if he, a ninth-level monk in the Wulun Realm who survived the second catastrophe, couldn't blow Fang Hengyun to death with one move.

Shen Hongchen's heart sank slightly, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

The admirer of Ye Mao laughed, and said to Mr. Guo and the people around him: "Some of you said just now that Boss Ye will be killed by Fang Hengyun with ten swords, and some said that he will be killed by Fang Hengyun with three swords. Have you seen it now? What ten swords?" Knife, three knives, hmph, he didn't even have a chance to use one knife, and he was blown away with one move, what is this, crushed, completely crushed."

The man was as happy as if he had killed his enemy, and continued: "You said that there is a big gap between the eighth floor and the ninth floor, yes, it is true, but you didn't look at who it was, it was a repeated leapfrogging Challenging Ye Mao, the so-called big gap is nothing to him."

Someone couldn't help snorting coldly and said: "Even if he can do it, he is very powerful, but what's the use of it, and there are still Rong Lao and Shen Hongchen, he will not escape death today."

The admirer of Ye Mao was speechless.

At this time, I saw Ye Mao put his hands together, bowed slightly to the flesh and blood on the ground, and said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to kill you, but I didn't want to blow you up. You, why are you so careless?" hit."

The corners of the mouths of the people around him twitched as they watched, and felt that this bastard was too insignificant. He beat everyone to death, and he was pretending to be someone who said those useless nonsense.

This is too hypocritical!
Ye Mao sighed, his eyes fell on Shen Hongchen and Elder Rong, and he said, "Whoever you two do, don't worry, I will hold back some strength this time, and I promise I won't blow you up."

"You blasted Fang Hengyun just now, you must have lost a lot of strength." Shen Hongchen took a step forward.

"Hey, you can see that I have consumed a lot of strength, you are so smart." Ye Mao gave Shen Hongchen a thumbs up.

This was obviously a compliment, but when it came out of Ye Mao's mouth, there was a strong sense of ridicule.

Shen Hongchen's expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "I started practicing at the age of six, and I am 76 years old this year. I have practiced for seventy years, and I have only cultivated one mid-level spiritual-level martial art "Eight-armed Hand", which has reached the level of transformation. I used This martial art has successively killed three masters of the ninth level of the Wulun Realm who survived the second catastrophe."

"It took a full 70 years to cultivate a mere spirit-level martial art to the level of perfection, how stupid you must be." Ye Mao looked Shen Hongchen up and down, "I don't understand. Telling things in public is already thick-skinned. But why do you still put on a complacent look? Is it to make people praise you for being stupid and out of style."

Everyone has learned from this guy's mouth.

Originally, in a small city like Kongliu City, someone who was over 70 years old and had cultivated a martial art of the spiritual level to the level of transformation, that was definitely something to be proud of.

But when it comes to a pervert like Ye Mao, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.The move he used to blow up Fang Hengyun before was probably because he had cultivated a martial skill at the Transformation Realm, otherwise the power would be so terrifying.

Shen Hongchen was so angry that he almost spat out old blood.

He said those words to make everyone admire his single-mindedness, and to put pressure on Ye Mao.

Because after a martial skill has been cultivated to the realm of transformation, its power will become particularly terrifying.

In the end, the bastard actually said that he was out of the realm of stupidity, out of style, damn, can you stop being so arrogant as a human being, the end of being arrogant is very miserable.

"If you kill my only son, you will take your life today." Shen Hongchen moved his hands suddenly.

With this movement, there were six afterimages on his hands, it looked as if he had eight arms, and these arms threw cyan throwing knives at the same time.

These throwing knives locked on Ye Mao's different vitals, and quickly killed him.

Ye Mao ran the "Vajra Ancient Formation" with all his strength, and his whole body became like a bronze man. Almost at the same time, he used the "Little Thousand Spiritual Hands". "Shua, Shua..." The right palm was slapped out repeatedly, and all eight flying knives were sent flying.

"This is the 'eight-armed hand' at the Transformation Realm level, and it's not too bad." Ye Mao pouted.

Shen Hongchen frowned, he had never seen such a terrifying guy, even a ninth-level monk in the Wulun Realm who survived the second catastrophe, might block his throwing knives one by one like this bastard Down.

"Nine consecutive flying shadows!"

Shen Hongchen raised his right hand, swung it violently, and shot the nine flying knives towards Ye Mao in a straight line, with the distance between each flying knife being exactly one foot.

When the first flying knife was two feet away from Ye Mao, the last flying knife accelerated suddenly and hit the eighth flying knife, causing the eighth flying knife to rush forward suddenly, pushing the third flying knife The seven flying knives speed up the attack, the seventh pushes the sixth... and finally the second pushes the first.

The speed of the first handle increased instantly!

Ye Mao raised his hand to block, the first throwing knife shot in his palm, and it collapsed automatically, followed by the second, third, fourth... all nine in a row were bounced off.

"I wanted to have a good fight with you, but you let me down so much, you have the nerve to use this kind of rubbish martial arts against me. You old man is so boring. This is not revenge for your son, it is clearly pulling I'll play with you, it's not as intense as a life-and-death contest." Ye Mao shook his head.

"Then I'll do what you want!" Shen Hongchen shouted in anger and fury, "Take my strongest move - kill on all sides, go and bury my son with him!"

(End of this chapter)