The urban strengthening system dominates the whole field

And those six disciples also looked at the two flesh bodies that suddenly flew over with horror on their faces.

This Ye Hong actually gave the two sneak attackers a human sandbag on the spot, and threw them at the remaining six disciples of the Eight Diagrams Sect.

The speed was so fast that the people present couldn't react at all.

After a few screams, eight people had piled up on the stone steps, their noses and faces bruised.

"waste!"

Sima An cursed angrily in his heart, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "[Second Layer] disciple, gossip is the best! Gossip dances!"

When Ye Hong had just stabilized his body, the last eight disciples of the Eight Diagrams sect acted suddenly under Sima An's order!

The eight people walked in a vague way, and while they were waving their palms and fists, there were streaks of white aura surging outside their bodies.

Ancient martial artist!

It turned out that this was the ultimate ultimate move of the Eight Diagrams Formation, and the eight ancient qi warriors launched a surprise attack together.

And among the eight people, with the help of the Eight Diagrams Formation, a joint attack was actually produced.

Ye Hong has only seen this kind of combined attack of ancient energy and martial arts on people from Ximen's family.

Now that we meet again, a flash of nostalgia can't help but flash in my eyes.

But the four bodyguards of the Ximen family last time were nothing more than a four-pronged attack.

But today's disciples of the Eight Diagrams Sect are an eightfold combination attack with a higher level of power.

It's not as simple as doubling!

Sima An stared at Ye Hong, the hostility in his eyes almost burst out.

"Now let's see how you die!"

Seeing this scene, Sima Chongting hastily said to Sima Zhengming: "Master, tell all senior brothers to stop!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 1362 I'm Afraid My Brother Will Kill Them

Sima Zhengming glanced at the battle situation coldly, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, we won't beat this kid to death."

"No, master!" Sima Chongting said anxiously, "I'm afraid Senior Brother Ye will beat them to death!"

Sima Zhengming: ...

If it had been done before, Ye Hong might have avoided such a troublesome combined attack from Gu Qiwu.

And without the help of Ye Feng's team, they might not be able to deal with these people.

But, that was before...

Today's Yehong is an ancient martial artist!

In front of the eight violent auras, Ye Hong slowly closed his eyes.

My heart moved slightly, entering a strange state.

The stone steps under his feet seemed to be cracking inch by inch, and then the entire Lanque Peak began to collapse one by one.

It seems that there is no inch of Yehong's foothold in the whole world.

This state is like being on the edge of a cliff, on the verge of despair.

On a whim, stay where you are!

All the Baguamen disciples thought that Ye Hong had given up resistance, and were overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, when Ye Hong stomped on the stone steps, he turned upside down and stood in mid-air.

Head to foot, facing the crowd.

"Fantasy!" Sima An sneered, "Shoot him down!"

The eight Eight Diagrams Sect disciples changed the direction of Zhang Feng, and they all attacked Ye Hong in mid-air.

But at this moment, Ye Hong still had his eyes closed, but he did not know when he made a familiar gesture with his hands.

"Baguazhang? Eight dragons stepping on the sky?"

"No! It seems something is different!"

The disciples of the Bagua Sect who were watching felt that Ye Hong's palm technique made them uncomfortable.

It's like suddenly adding a handful of dry white rice to a pot of thick porridge.

This sudden sense of contradiction caused everyone to feel depressed and almost vomited blood.

And the reason for this is because Ye Hong added his own understanding of the Shushan swordsmanship into this seemingly simple Baguazhang!

"Ding! Fusion of ancient martial arts of palm and ancient martial arts of kendo, martial arts ability +1!"

With just a swipe of the palm, the eight people below felt as if a mountain peak had fallen from the sky.

In the blink of an eye again, it was released from Ye Hong's hand like a divine sword that split the world.

But whether it is Mount Tai pressing down on the top, or the divine sword approaching, it means that it is all one word——

dead!

It was an irresistible force, as if the breath in the body suddenly encountered a natural enemy.

The power was destructive, and before Ye Hong's palm touched the eight people, he had already driven away all the breath in and out of their bodies.

As a result, the eight people realized that something was wrong, and when they were about to escape, they had no strength left.

This kind of desperation reminded them that they were also powerless to resist when they faced the leader Sima Zhengming.

Could it be that Ye Hong is also an ancient martial artist? !

In desperation, eight pairs of eyes could only watch Ye Hong's palm getting closer.

Ye Hong suddenly opened his eyes, with a flash of eagerness.

"Get out of here!"

On a whim, he temporarily combined Baguazhang and Shushan Kendo.

But before this trick was used, even he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

It is no exaggeration to say that with one slap, these eight people may turn into eight puddles of meat!

But now that the palm technique has been released, it is already difficult to take it back.

Everyone present changed their faces.

And Sima Zhengming finally understood Sima Chongting's reminder just now.

"Crack-"

The stone steps under Sima Zhengming's feet were shattered by him, and his whole body disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 1363 Pindao Wrong Memory

In front of Ye Hong's eyes, a touch of blue suddenly appeared.

With a light roll of the blue, the eight Bagua sect disciples who were frightened out of their wits were swept away from Ye Hong's attack range.

"boom--"

Ye Hong's palm was directly printed on the stone steps.

The people on Lanque Peak seemed to feel a slight tremor under their feet.

This shock was fleeting, and everyone couldn't help but be puzzled.

"Just now... an earthquake?"

In front of the double gate, a group of disciples of the Bagua sect stared at the huge pit that Ye Hong punched out.

His face was full of horror.

The huge crater is about three meters square, and there is still a lot of smoke in the crater, as if it was hit by a small meteorite, which is extremely abrupt on the neat stone steps of the mountain road.

The Baguamen disciples present swallowed hard, and looked at Ye Hong with fear.

This is a stone step built thousands of years ago, which is extremely strong and indestructible over time.

But now Ye Hong slapped him with such a big hole!

As long as everyone thought of the scene of slapping people, they couldn't help but secretly feel grateful for the eight fellow disciples who escaped from the sky.

If they knew that this was Ye Hong's reserved blow, they would be even more shocked.

At this time, the eight people who survived the catastrophe were kneeling on the ground limply, looking at the big hole with pale faces, not daring to breathe for a long time.

In front of them, Sima Zhengming in a blue shirt was looking thoughtfully at the big hole.

It was Sima Zhengming who rescued these eight people at the critical moment.

On the mountain road, suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Even Yan Lan beside the mountain road trembled from the fright of the scene just now, and dared to hug the tree trunk tightly, as if doing so would bring him a sense of security.

She rubbed her eyes several times, as if she couldn't imagine what she saw.

Maybe that scene just now was more exaggerated to her than seeing a god!

Sima An's lips trembled and he was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, he finally realized how deep the gap between himself and Ye Hong was!

"Palm, head..."

Sima An took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "This beast is fierce, and this disciple is incompetent, please take action to suppress this beast!"

But to his surprise, Sima Zhengming was like a green pine, standing on the spot without moving.

It's just a pair of eyes, but they are looking at Ye Hong with deep meaning.

And Ye Hong also lightly put his hands behind his back, and looked back at each other without showing any weakness.

The atmosphere at the scene was suddenly awkward.

Just when Sima An couldn't take it anymore, Sima Zhengming finally broke the atmosphere.

He suddenly patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "Ah... Poor Dao seems to have misremembered, it seems that he has indeed accepted such a disciple.

This person is getting older, and his memory is getting worse and worse. "

Sima Zhengming lightly stroked the three long beards under his chin. The appearance of this fairy body and god bones seemed to be two people with him who lost his temper just now.

"Master, what are you talking about?!"

Hearing Sima Zhengming's words, Sima An only felt a large puddle of blood accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't vomit.

Ganqing and Ye Hong's fight was inseparable, but your old side said lightly [Misremember].

So what's the point of the previous battle?

On the contrary, the other disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing Sima Zhengming admitting that Ye Hong was his disciple.

There was even a hint of joy and joy.

It's like someone suddenly told you that a powerful enemy suddenly became a disciple of the same school.

This is undoubtedly something to be happy about.

Amidst Sima An's face distorted with anger, Sima Zhengming waved his hand and said calmly: "Come here, arrange a room for them."

After finishing speaking, he waved his robe sleeves and left the scene on the stone steps, leaving only a group of Baguamen disciples looking at each other in blank dismay.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 1364 Triple Door, Triple Heaven