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Chapter 330 Assassination (2)

With a casual push, the officer's body rotated like a flying and rolled forward.

Cheng Jiasheng's face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted: "The second group, ejaculate."

Five men in the second group knocked the trigger at the same time.

However, at this time, Li Zhi was like a maggot with bones attached to the spinning body and rushed into the crowd.

Just a line, in just a moment, dozens of short arrows in the new round shot in the direction.

Without orders, all the other masters rushed forward almost at the same time. They worked together to slap Li Zhi with the power of this palm.

As long as you delay for a while, the other ten men can change the arrow box, and the third group of sharp arrows can continue to be fired.

However, who is Lizhi? How could he miss such a great opportunity?

He sneered, slapped his palm on the corpse, and his internal strength was everywhere. The corpse suddenly flew up, just in time to meet the sharp palm that was enough to break mountains and crack rocks that many good hands focused on.

Blood splattered everywhere and minced meat flew everywhere. The corpse was hit by this powerful blow and suddenly split into pieces, sprinkling blood rain all over the sky.

Almost everyone is stained with a lot of dark red plasma, and such a miserable state is shocking.

Li Zhi's body moved slightly and rushed over in an instant. His internal strength seemed to be covered with a thin layer of invisible air cover around his body.

Once all the flesh and blood were trapped within five inches of his body, it immediately slid down.

Only other people have such cultivation above the entire tower.

Stepping forward, passing through the space covered by blood, Li Zhi's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his spirit firmly locked the ancient Taoist beard in front of him. As long as there was that slight chance, he could easily take his life.

However, suddenly, his vision was blocked by one person.

The person who stood in front of him was not old, with a thin body, tall and upright body, and a sharp vision with unquestionable firmness.

His lips were tightly closed, as if he was going to clamp the iron will.

He had only one person, but his momentum was beyond the sum of the top first-class masters who had joined forces with just now.

Here he silently declared something that as long as he existed for a moment, no one would be allowed to hurt Gu Daoyan.

Li Zhi's eyes became a little strange, and he naturally recognized that the person in front of him was Cheng Yinghao, the most outstanding among the younger generation of the Cheng family.

This young master with only the first-class martial arts skills cannot be ranked above this tower in his eyes.

But at this moment, he seemed to suddenly grow into a brave man who is comparable to anyone.

The left palm hit out, and the right palm followed, and a force continued to weaken. The left palm suddenly retracted and hit out again.

The three-stack waves of the Yangtze River.

Although he was trapped in qualifications, Cheng Yinghao could not practice the authentic Three Spread Waves of the Yangtze River like Nai's brother, and he could not superimpose his internal strength in one palm.

However, through this continuous shooting method, the power of this palm greatly increased, and it was by no means inferior to the full-strength attack of a top first-class master.

Li Zhi did not dodge or avoid it, but also hit it with one palm, to fight head-on and break the strong with strength.

A powerful energy met in the air, stirring up endless waves in the space.

Cheng Yinghao's eyelids twitched slightly, and his chest seemed to have been stuffed with a large ball of cotton, unable to expose his breath, and his heart was beating, as if the warm heart would jump out of his mouth.

He closed his lips tightly, and a strand of blood could not help but wind down from the corner of his mouth.

He clearly understood that if he did not let go, he would be killed by a powerful internal force in the next second.

There was no luck during this period, and the gap in strength was so obvious, and there was no room for maneuver.

However, his eyes were still firm and his body remained unmoved.

It is better to be broken than to be broken.

He still stood still like an iron man, with a pair of cold and terrifying eyes staring at Li Zhi under his thick black eyebrows.

He would never take a step back, even if he died.

A hint of regret flashed in Li Zhi's eyes, but the force on his palm increased by three points.

The unparalleled internal force rushed towards Cheng Yinghao, trying to kill him.

"boom……"

A loud noise broke out in the void space in the air for no reason.

An old man with a fierce appearance appeared among the two, and he took Li Zhi's sure-killing palm.

He was angry and fierce, his eyes were filled with rage like fire:

"This is my son, no one can hurt him."

A trace of water flashed in Cheng Yinghao's eyes. He stared at his father's back. Suddenly, he seemed so strange and so familiar.

Cheng Jiasheng is obviously biased towards Cheng Yingjie because Cheng Yingjie is obviously carved from the same mold as him, regardless of whether it is temperament or behavior.

When it comes to this young son, Cheng Jiasheng has obviously reached the point of spoiling.

When Cheng Jiasheng learned of Cheng Yingjie's disappearance, he was furious and many people were involved in this.

In Cheng Yinghao's heart, he has never been taken seriously by him. Because he has never shown any closeness in front of him even once.

However, at this moment, he finally understood.

This is his father, his biological father who has always been connected with flesh and blood.

Li Zhi's body turned around and he actually bypassed the father and son in front of everyone with an extremely strange body technique.

However, another firm figure appeared in front of him.

With a palm, the continuous and superimposed internal force surged towards him like rolling river water.

Cheng Yingtao, the only young master in the Cheng family who has practiced the Three Spider Waves of the Yangtze River, finally arrived first.

Li Zhishen sighed. In order to protect the ancient Taoist beard, they sacrificed their lives and wanted to achieve their goals without any damage. It was impossible.

His body was slippery like a swimming fish, wandering freely in this backward wave.

Through the heavy internal force blockade, he came to Cheng Yingtao's side, and his whole body of power condensed between a palm, as if he was slowly hitting a palm.

In the eyes of everyone, this palm was as slow as a snail, but in fact, it was as fast as lightning.

In an instant, he was approaching Cheng Yingtao's chest.

Cheng Yingtao's strength was already weak at this time. If he didn't let go, he would be hit by his palm to break his muscles and bones.

But behind him was the ancient Taoist beard, how could he let him go?

Cheng Yingtao closed his eyes and waited for death, but a light sound came, and he felt no pain on his body.

He opened his eyes in surprise. As he saw in his eyes, blood gushed out from the corners of Cheng Jiaxiao's mouth. There were a few hard lumps in it, and even his internal organs were shattered.

At that moment, Cheng Jiaxiao forced himself into the two of them, blocking Li Zhi's full-strength attack with his flesh and blood.

Cheng Yingtao's eyes were bloodshot, and he hugged his father who had fallen to the ground with a depressed look.

Cheng Jiaxiao's mouth twitched slightly, and every twitching seemed to be whipping hard in his heart, and the pain was endless.

Cheng Yingtao's mouth opened and closed violently, but only made waves of unconscious miserable whimpers.

He watched his father open his mouth in vain in his arms, then his eyes dissipated and there was no trace of breath.

A surging hatred suddenly rose in his heart. He felt a fire burning in his chest, which was a heart-wrenching feeling, a powerful energy that could destroy the world.

He looked up, inhaled, and suddenly slapped out with a palm.

Essence, energy, spirit...

All his strength, all his spirit, and everything were condensed in this palm. At this moment, he entered a brand new world, a world that he had never experienced before.

His spirit has never been concentrated like this moment, and he has not even stared at it with his eyes. What he relies on is his own spirit, the mysterious sensing ability he suddenly realized.

Li Zhi's eyes were indescribable surprise, and he naturally felt Cheng Yingtao's changes clearly.

He immediately understood that from then on, there would be one more master in the world.

At this moment, a trace of hesitation arose in his heart.

Gu Daoyan, Cheng Yingtao, who is his life to take?

His body kept passing by the two masters in a flash. His body stepped on the edge of the tower and was about to fall, but he was walking on the ground and approaching the ancient road beard bit by bit.

However, a strong wind blew, and Cheng Yingtao's palm followed him. He suddenly felt a sense of the palm that condensed all the energy of Cheng Yingtao was already unavoidable.

He sighed sadly, and he seemed to have a random palm, but that palm was also the place where his whole body's skills were.

The two concentrated forces that could no longer be concentrated hit each other hard.

Cheng Yingtao's body felt as if he was struck by lightning, and he fell heavily to the ground. His energy seemed to be drained clean at that moment, and there was no more force.

However, Li Zhi was not feeling well.

The biggest difference between a master and a first-class master is the degree of condensation of his skills.

They can compress their own power to a minimum range, thus causing the greatest damage effect.

Therefore, no matter how many first-class masters are, Li Zhi has never taken it seriously.

However, Cheng Yingtao's palm is different. His palm has not only condensed all his energy, but also fully utilized his potential. All his internal strength is condensed into one point, giving him a huge impact.

What's even more incredible is that Cheng Yingtao actually integrated all the hatred into that palm.

The mental impact it brought to him was quite impressive.
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