Seeing the young Taoist walking not far away, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on Quan Xingzhongren's face.
"You know we are here, but you still dare to go this way? Boy, you are so bold!"
The short-haired young man who claimed to be the best little iron fist in the city sneered, while clenching his fists, he turned to his accomplices and said: "Everyone, this head will be counted on me, let's make it a whole."
As he spoke, he took the lead and rushed towards the lone Taoist.
The rest of the Quanxing people did not fight with him, but were very interested, wanting to see how the little iron fist ravaged the blind Taoist priest.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, I've spent 20 years trying to punch this one, so what are you going to do to block it!"
The short-haired young man said harsh words, and when he was approaching the young Taoist several feet, he kicked his legs, jumped up high, and transmitted the power from the soles of his feet to his waist, and then to his shoulders, and delivered the most proud punch. , wanting to finish off the opponent with one move.
However, when his narrow eyes saw the Taoist's face clearly, he shrank suddenly, and his originally evil smile became distorted in an instant, filled with extreme fear!
At the same time, something suddenly popped up in his mind: the figure standing alone under the thunderclouds above the back mountain yesterday!
Zhang Taichu!
The moment he recognized the young Taoist's identity and looked at the indifferent expression on his face, the short-haired man who had already punched a foot in front of him was desperately trying to stop his movements.
Even if the force hurts his internal organs, he doesn't dare to move forward an inch!
The only thought in his mind was to turn around and run away!
Run as far as you can!
But Zhang Taichu would not give him this opportunity.
He looked at the short-haired man who was still extremely arrogant just a moment ago. He just stretched out a palm and pinched the opponent's fist with his two slender fingers.
There was a soft thud.
The falling iron fist stopped abruptly and was held by two fingers that did not move at all. It was like facing an insurmountable chasm. Even the violent energy lingering on the surface of the fist withered and disappeared in an instant.
"Gulu!"
The short-haired man swallowed his saliva, his face trembling, his pupils shrunk to a point, staring at his fist that could not get in. At the same time, large beads of sweat oozed out from all over his body, and it soaked through his clothes in the blink of an eye.
And further away, the faces of all the people watching here had also stiffened and stopped laughing.
Looking at the No. 1 Iron Fist in the Demon City being restrained by the Taoist's two fingers, I couldn't help but rub my eyes, feeling unbelievable.
Zhang Taichu, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the young man who punched him, looked at the frightened expression on the other man's face, and laughed softly: "I heard you little guy, you don't look down on me, Longhu Mountain. Golden light spell?"
Hearing Zhang Taichu's words, the short-haired man with a strong desire to survive had a mournful face, his head shook like a rattle, and said in a trembling voice: "Wrong, Master Taichu, I was wrong, just think I'm farting!"
Zhang Taichu's lips curled up: "Oh? Is that so?"
The short-haired man immediately nodded repeatedly, with snot and tears flowing out. Subconsciously, it was as if he was facing the terrifying oppression of a peerless fierce god, which made him abandon all dignity.
The short-haired man cried: "I'm still a child, please, please spare me, spare my life, I know I was wrong..."
Seeing the omnipotent person in front of him become like a wild dog wagging its tail begging for mercy, Zhang Taichu's eyes did not waver at all, but said softly: "You don't know that you are wrong, you just know that you are going to die. "
As he spoke, Zhang Taichu pressed the opponent's fist with his two fingers and pushed gently.
I saw the steel gloves made of unknown alloys. At the next moment, tens of millions of cracks appeared on the surface. Then there was a click, and it turned into countless extremely fine fragments. They were crushed into powder, and the things wrapped inside were The fist also had broken bones and bloody flesh!
Boom!
The short-haired man choked out a mouthful of blood and felt like he was being hit head-on by a huge mountain. He flew backwards in mid-air!
But Zhang Taichu just hooked his fingers again, and suddenly a rich golden light burst out, wrapping and imprisoning the short-haired man, making it impossible for him to escape.
Then, he clenched his palm, and the almost substantial golden light collapsed and closed!
Immediately, the man with the short hair inside was pinched and his blood vessels burst, his bones separated, his head collapsed into his abdominal cavity, his spine became twisted, and his whole body was twisted into a round ball of flesh, with no trace of human appearance at all.
In just an instant, the other party died suddenly in front of everyone without even uttering a cry!
Seeing this, the accomplices of the short-haired man and everyone who was still watching felt as if their spirits were flying to the sky, the hairs all over their bodies stood on end, and their bodies were shaking like chaff.
Even the Longhushan disciples who were knocked down around them widened their eyes in disbelief at this moment, and subconsciously felt nauseated.
With just one move, a fully-sexual demon was turned into a ball of "meat paste" in the true sense. This revealed the bloody and thunderous method, which shocked everyone!
Zhang Taichu, on the other hand, did not even glance at the body of the short-haired man. He just waved his hand and let the golden light wrap around the miserable mass of flesh and hit the bluestone wall on one side, firmly sticking to it. .
Then he took steps towards the full-blooded demon with a bloodless face and weak and trembling legs.
"Woo, run! Run! Run!" Someone was so frightened that he could not speak, whimpering, but his legs were too weak to move.
When people are in extreme fear, they cannot even escape!
Some people, after finally reacting, turned around and ran away desperately, trying to climb over the wall on one side to get away from the murderous figure!
In response, Zhang Taichu just used a trick on his sleeve to activate the golden light spell from a distance of more than ten feet, creating cages and trapping all those people.
Then with a thought, it collapsed and compressed at the same moment, causing those few people to end up like the young man with the short hair.
After doing all this, he continued to move forward as if nothing was wrong.
However, the disciples of Longhu Mountain who saw all this in their eyes were horrified by the terrifying power of their Grand Master, and they couldn't restrain themselves. Their stomachs turned and they couldn't help but vomit.
Although they are strangers, most of them have been practicing in the mountains since they were young. They have never seen a few dead people, let alone such a scene!
For a moment, the miserable lumps of living human flesh and the thick smell of blood impacted their spirits, provoked their nerves, and made them feel as if they were in hell!
