Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 93 Massacre
The bloody smell immediately aroused the viciousness of many people in the martial arts, and several people came to besiege from front, back, left, and right.

All kinds of hidden weapons were shot indiscriminately. Fan Zhuoyuan waved his arms. The iron armguards and shin guards in his sleeves and trouser legs played an excellent role, blocking most of the hidden weapons, and even rebounded back, injuring dozens of people in a row.

Those who missed it were all hard-wired, such steel and iron bones cannot penetrate by soft and weak hidden weapons at all.

After a short pause in the throwing of the concealed weapons, several masters who relied on their own strength in force rushed forward regardless of front or back, shouting to kill the sky.

Fan Zhuoyuan first moved to the side, charging his body like a bull, smashing a soldier on his left with a weapon, muscles and bones at the same time, and died.

A Yanyue knife on the right slashed down, Fan Zhuoyuan blocked it with an iron armguard, his arms folded and fell!
The blade of the Yanyue Dao, which weighed seventy or eighty catties and was only used for strength training, was bent and twisted immediately, which shocked the head of the Yangzhou Bodyguard Bureau of the blade. Fan Zhuoyuan took the blade and pushed the blade into the opponent's chest!
Even though the blade of the knife was blunt, it still passed through the hole and was nailed to the spot!

Killing two more people with his attack made the other people who wanted to attack terrified, their hands and feet stopped, but Fan Zhuoyuan took advantage of the situation and strode up, punching, sweeping, elbow chopping, knee bumping, smashing like a tiger into a herd of sheep Kill a dozen more people!
During the siege, many people in the rivers and lakes fought back desperately, but no matter whether they used swords, guns, swords and sticks, they had no effect, and their wrists were injured by the force of their muscles.

Fierce fists and kicks, invulnerability to swords and guns, and deep killing intent, this is the terrifying impression Fan Zhuoyuan gave to the hundreds of martial arts people present.

His strong bones and muscles can prevent him from having to worry about many attacks that cannot be broken, and he can concentrate on the attack, so he naturally appears to be able to fight with ease.

And a strong defense is even more deterrent than a strong attack, especially in a group battle with one enemy and a hundred, this deterrent will be magnified accordingly.

After all, no matter how strong the attack power is, the range it can affect is limited, and once injured, the lethality will naturally gradually weaken.

But the defense that cannot be broken through is enough to make the opponent powerless and demoralize.

In the face of such massacres, all the heroes were at a loss for a while, and many people began to look around and think about the way out.

Huangshan Sihao was originally four old men who lived in seclusion in Huangshan Mountain. They were both good and evil. Huizhou is a powerful place, and it is useless to annex land, and most of them have population and business contacts with Semu people.

The four of them are brothers of the same class, they share the same mind, and they are proficient in a set of joint fighting techniques. The four of them are like one body. It is rumored that anyone captured by them will have their limbs torn apart like four horses. The one who escaped from the siege of the four of them.

Seeing that Fan Zhuoyuan's muscles and bones were indestructible, they looked at each other, and the four old men stepped forward, front, left, left, and right!

Among them, the third child and the fourth child walked close to the ground, and instantly entangled Fan Zhuoyuan's legs.

Fan Zhuoyuan originally planned to raise his leg to throw the two of them out, but who knew that the two of them seemed to be quite light, but in fact they fell down with internal force, and their kung fu far surpassed that of a thousand-jin drop, which made it difficult for Fan Zhuoyuan to lift his legs.

At the same time, they clasped Fan Zhuoyuan's ankles with their palms, and kicked their legs backwards to wrap around his legs, like the joint technique of later generations. At the same time, they exerted force to bend Fan Zhuoyuan's legs, intending to make him fall to his knees.

Fan Zhuoyuan knew that these two people were masters, so he sat down on the horse first to stabilize his center of gravity, and when he was about to lift them up with both hands, two more people rushed out, one entangled Fan Zhuoyuan's hand, and also clasped Fan Zhuoyuan's wrist with both hands. Legs wrapped around his arms.

The four of them exerted their strength at the same time, and used the kung fu of grasping acupuncture points, intending to subdue Fan Zhuoyuan in an instant.

However, Fan Zhuoyuan's muscles were tense, and he hid the acupuncture points inside, and Huangshan Sihao couldn't suppress the iron-like muscles and bones, and the five of them immediately fell into a stalemate.

Seeing that Fan Zhuoyuan was controlled by someone, they couldn't move for a while, they rushed towards him with murderous intentions, and chopped down Fan Zhuoyuan's clothes with knives, guns, swords and halberds, but it was still difficult to hurt him.

"Get out of the way, I'm coming!"

A despicable person like Lu Xiaqian would never miss such an opportunity, with the flute in his hand, he first used the kung fu of the orchid brush to touch many important points on Fan Zhuoyuan's chest.

Immediately afterwards, he used the jade leak to urge the silver sword, and strengthened a few more strengths at the acupoints that were tapped just now. With the addition of the hole flute, Fan Zhuoyuan's acupoints were deeply sunken, as if the holes looked shocking.

Lu Xiaqian retreated to the side, laughed and said: "The four seniors in Huangshan are still very powerful, otherwise it would be difficult for Lu to achieve this feat."

Huangshan Sihao still locked Fan Zhuoyuan tightly at this time, his face was completely red.

The boss yelled: "The surname is Lu! What kind of fucking acupoints did you use? He is not affected at all. If we don't use the ultimate move, we will not be able to suppress him!"

Lu Xiaqian's expression changed drastically, only to hear Fan Zhuoyuan's furious roar, [-]% of his strength had been released, and he suddenly closed his arms and slapped him in the middle!
The eldest and second child of Huangshan Sihao made a strange cry, and withdrew his hands at the same time, trying to escape, but was caught firmly by Fan Zhuoyuan's palm, and watched helplessly as he collided with his brother's head!
Snapped

Fan Zhuoyuan swung his leg violently!
The two were thrown out one after another. Everyone around knew that Fan Zhuoyuan was unparalleled in power, and they did not dare to touch them. They all lowered their heads and squatted down to avoid them. The two immediately smashed into the wall dancing with arms and legs. The wall collapsed, and the two died instantly on the spot. .

Seeing this, Lu Xiaqian fixed his eyes, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer. As the leader of the Jiangnan martial arts alliance, his martial arts methods are relatively hard.

Immediately, he urged the flute in his hand with the palm technique of Luoying Excalibur, but there was no change in the original fantasy. Instead, he accumulated his strength into one, and pierced Fan Zhuoyuan's throat with one blow!

Fan Zhuoyuan stared at the opponent with both eyes, suddenly stepped forward, and met the stab with his throat!
His throat was blood red, his neck seemed to swell a circle, and the hole flute was on it, bursting out with strength, but the surging blood essence in his throat rushed to the whole body, causing no harm.

On the contrary, Dongxiao couldn't withstand the force of the recoil and collapsed directly. Lu Xiaqian opened his eyes wide and saw Fan Zhuoyuan grabbing him with a palm. He quickly used the force of the counter-shock to perform the Peach Blossom Island Spirit Ao Step, stepping on the eight trigrams, mysterious and dangerous. He narrowly avoided the catch, and leaped behind the crowd in a rather embarrassing posture.

Fan Zhuoyuan's whole body was full of blood, and he simply tore off the brocade clothes that had been shattered by swords and soldiers, revealing his majestic and ferocious upper body, and did not hide the iron armguards on his arms.

A pair of tiger eyes looked around domineeringly, and those who were swept by his eyes subconsciously backed away. Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to go forward to fight with him.

Fan Zhuoyuan sneered, and walked straight to where the dragon-slaying knife was, intending to take it away in an open and honest manner.

(End of this chapter)