Get the Cloud Dispelling Palm at the start

Chapter 135
Bang!
A big hole shattered on the second floor of Zui Lixian.

Two figures flew out of it, one was tall and tall, and the other was dressed in white.

When Wu Feng said those words, Zhao Quan knew what they meant.

The God Cow Gang intends to take action against the Shocking Society!
Throughout the history of the Shocking Society, they are all domineering and strong, and the rapid expansion of power is even more shocking.

The God Bull Gang realized that the existence of the Shocking Society was a threat to them.

So I plan to take action against the Shocking Society directly to avoid future troubles.

It's just that the current shocking society has gathered many forces that originally belonged to the alliance, and its own strength is not bad.

So the Shenniu Gang seized an excuse, a little side effect that would inevitably occur under the rapid development of a shocking society.

The Three Corpse Brain God Pill is such a perfect excuse, allowing the Shenniu Gang to launch sanctions against the Shocking Society on the premise of occupying righteousness.

In this regard, Zhao Quan dismissed it.

Jianghu gangs are fighting for territory.

In the end, it's not about whose fist is bigger.

Perhaps the Shenniu Gang has existed for too long and has been at ease for too long.

Even engage in these fancy things.

No matter what, the situation Zhao Quan was facing now was indeed a great disadvantage to him.

Whether Wu Feng is as good as Ye Gucheng, Zhao Quan doesn't know, but what is certain is that Wu Feng is definitely an innate master.

Now presented in front of Zhao Quan, only Wu Feng, the two tigers, and three hundred disciples.

Zhao Quan didn't know how many people were hiding in the dark.

Therefore, it is definitely not a good strategy to fight Wu Feng here.

Breaking through is the right thing to do.

Zhao Quan shattered the window on the second floor of Zui Lixian with his palm, and jumped down from it.

However, Wu Feng seemed to have expected it, and he still sat on the stool, not moving.

The two tigers behind were about to step forward, but they were stopped by Wu Feng, and said: "Let's see how capable they are."

The two fell to the ground, and all the Tiger Hall disciples who were surrounded by Zui Li Xian rushed towards them in an instant.

All of a sudden, a flash of sword light was felt, and six or seven disciples protruded their eyes, covered their necks with their hands and fell to the ground with incredulous expressions.

The gurgling blood flowed from the fingers.

No one saw when Ye Gucheng made the sword, and seven lives were taken away with one sword.

This sword also shocked the disciples behind.

When the corpse fell to the ground, all the disciples around were taken aback, but hesitated.

But the disciples at the back didn't know what happened in front, they kept drawing out their long knives and came to kill Zhao Quan and the two of them.

A wisp of cloud entangled in Zhao Quan's palms, and then both palms came out together.

Cloud and rain!

The extremely fast palm was struck, and the disciples who came to besiege felt a burly figure flash in front of them, and a piece of their chest suddenly collapsed.

It seemed that the sound of bone shattering had just been heard in both ears, and the person flew back quickly.

It is naturally impossible to rely on these disciples to deal with Zhao Quan and Ye Gucheng.

But as long as they make a move, Wu Feng, who is on the second floor, can observe the changes in their moves.

It can be said that these disciples are just cannon fodder, they exist just to test out the martial arts skills of Zhao Quan and Ye Gucheng.

In this arena, human life is the least valuable thing.

These low-level disciples of the gang are just tools for the superiors.

But these disciples would still rush towards Zhao Quan one after another.

It's because if they can keep Zhao Quan and the others, or even just hurt Zhao Quan and the others, or try out more of Zhao Quan's one-and-a-half moves, they can make it a step further in the gang.

This is the truest thought in the hearts of every ordinary student of a gangster.

It's just that although Wu Feng brought many disciples, for Ye Gucheng, an innate master, it's nothing more than a game of mowing Wushuang.

After Ye Gucheng beheaded 43 disciples, Wu Feng finally couldn't bear it and jumped off the drunken fairy himself.

"watch out!"

Like a tiger descending from the mountain, it rushed straight to Ye Gucheng.

On the other side, Zhao Quan's burly figure turned around and swung his dark red cloak to block the long knives coming from all directions.

The iron arm stretched out and grabbed the head of the nearest disciple.

The five fingers plunged directly into the inside of his skull, and with a sudden flick, he swung his whole body out.

Others won't be afraid of this, and have already raised their knives to chop.

When the neck of the disciple in Zhao Quan's hands couldn't support it and broke, and the headless corpse was thrown far away, his body was already covered with knife wounds.

Ye Gucheng was among the crowd, like Wushuang mowing the grass, and Zhao Quan was not bad either.

Paiyun Palm originally combines rigidity and softness, its palms are ferocious but endless.

Cooperating with Yun Zong Phantom's lightness kung fu, the middle palm will surely kill him, and he also reaped more than a dozen lives in the blink of an eye.

But there were still people rushing over all around.

Zhao Quan's eyes were cold, and he snorted suddenly, and he stretched out his palms, three or four long knives collided with the amethyst-colored palms.

It immediately broke into pieces and shot out, deeply embedded in the bodies of the surrounding Tiger Hall disciples.

Pieces of bright blood sputtered out.

And Zhao Quan kept on palming, his palms were as violent as mountains and seas, and the air was wrapped in a bulging air suddenly.

Immediately, the three or four disciples in front of him were slapped flying, their bodies were like rags and sacks, blood spilled into the sky, it seemed that they could not survive.

But immediately, someone else filled their gap.

But with this momentary opportunity, Zhao Quan stepped forward and jumped up.

The right foot stepped on the head of the first disciple, and suddenly there was a cracking sound from the skull.

Bang!
Unable to bear the force, the entire head was stepped into the chest cavity, breaking the sternum and separating it from the flesh and blood.

On the pale white bone stubble, there are traces of bright red blood rolling down.

And Zhao Quan used this force to fly upwards, urging the true energy in his body, and strands of cloud energy condensed.

It turned into black clouds and enveloped the sky.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Zhao Quan's body soared to the highest point, under the black air, and then the cloak shook, and the dark red wide cloak was wrapped in the diffuse black air.

It was as if a dark cloud was descending straight down, suddenly blasting toward the ground.

It is the tenth form of Paiyunzhang, which brings catastrophic clouds down from the sky.

The dark cloud formed by the black air descended vertically, like a giant palm, trapping all the people below to death.

This palm is the strongest palm in Pai Yun's palm, except for the last move, which is gloomy and gloomy.

With a palm strike, all the disciples of the Tiger Hall who were shrouded in black clouds below had no ability to resist at all.

Bang!
The black cloud fell to the ground, Zhao Quan's dark red cloak shook, and he turned around and landed not far away.

In front of him, there were at least [-] or [-] Tiger Hall disciples lying here and there, almost all of them had their bones broken, and their deaths were miserable.

But in a short period of time, only about half of the [-] disciples brought by Wu Feng remained.

These disciples are also human beings, and they will be afraid. Zhao Quan's shocking palm is like a basin of cold water, making them cool from head to toe, from the outside to the inside.

No matter how attractive fame and wealth are, one must have one's life to enjoy them.

At this time, on the second floor of Zui Lixian, by the broken window.

The Winged Tiger and the Howling Mountain Tiger stood side by side, looking at their hall master.

With sword qi crisscrossing and gang qi overflowing, Wu Feng and Ye Gucheng were wrestling with each other. They had fought for more than ten moves, but they were suppressed by Ye Gucheng so that they couldn't lift their heads.

On the other side, Zhao Quan rolled down the black cloud with his palm, and twenty or thirty disciples died tragically on the spot.

The two looked at each other, knowing that it was time to make a move.

(End of this chapter)