The disadvantage of the Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang is that except for the person in the formation eye, other people in the formation cannot move when it is used, and the formation law will be broken as soon as it is moved.
The conditions for facing the enemy are very harsh, and Zhao Lei's movement skills are very fast. Standing motionless is not stretching his neck and waiting for Zhao Lei to chop him.
What Huang Meng has to do now is to force Zhao Lei back with one move, and then rely on his own martial arts and true energy to fight with Zhao Lei, waiting for opportunities to find weaknesses and win with one blow.
Apart from this method, Huang Meng can't think of any other method. If he continues like this, sooner or later everyone on his side will be killed one by one by Zhao Lei.
Huang Meng had already paid the price for his previous hesitation and could not continue like this. Since Zhao Lei wanted his life, he might as well give it a try.
Find a way to survive.
Huang Meng's horizontal training skills are extremely deep and have reached a bottleneck. All he needs to do is to generate Zhenqi in his body to reach the top of the world and achieve great success.
The skills of the Thirteen Evil Ghosts themselves are remarkable. Although there are only eight left now, with their blessing, Huang Meng directly crossed this barrier. At this time, the essence was poured into him continuously from the top of his head, and then formed a stream. Really angry.
At this time, Huang Meng's horizontal training skills came into play. Zhen Qi rolled in, but it was not saturated at all. Now his strong Zhen Qi is at the top level among first-class masters.
Everything seems long, but it only takes three or five breaths.
"This is the feeling, this feeling is so fascinating!"
Huang Meng clenched his fists. This feeling of full strength and true energy surging in his body was the second time he had experienced it. The first time was when he was practicing with them.
On that occasion, Huang Meng lay in bed for three days, and the Thirteen Evil Ghosts couldn't get much stronger. He was weak for more than half a month and had to take a lot of supplements to make up for it.
This time Huang Meng was ready to lie on the bed for a month, and then used the power he dreamed of to smash the pretty boy in front of him into a pulp with one palm after another.
Huang Meng's current power was also what Zhao Lei longed for before.
Zhao Lei saw that the true energy was surging in Huang Meng's body and swimming under the surface of the body from time to time. This was a good time for him to test the difference between true energy and magic power.
"Hahaha! A biting dog doesn't bark. Who wouldn't be cruel? In the end, I have to see the real mark in my hand. It just happened to let me see how powerful these Thirty-Six Tiangangs are."
"What a arrogant boy! Wait a minute, let's see if you can still laugh!"
Huang Meng stopped talking nonsense and concentrated his strength on his legs. He exploded instantly and flew directly into the air. The stone slabs on the ground were also stepped on and shattered. Small stones flew outwards, like hidden weapons, shooting in all directions.
The people around who were trying to avoid him were hit by rocks, like darts, with blood splattering everywhere, and then they fell down, screaming in pain.
Everyone looked at this tragic scene and moved aside, leaving more space for Zhao Lei and Huang Meng.
However, seven or eight of them did the opposite. They came to the Eight Evil Ghosts, surrounded them, protected them inside, and no longer participated in the battle with the Iron Fist Gang.
It seems that they know the weakness of this formation, and it was specially arranged by Huang Meng to protect the eight evil ghosts who are now unable to restrain the chicken.
These people are all the top players in the Blackstone Gang. Originally, the Iron Fist Gang was at a disadvantage in the battle between the gangs, but with the withdrawal of these players, the situation gradually became balanced.
Huang Meng, who was still in the air, didn't care so much. With full firepower, he slapped Zhao Lei directly with his palm.
Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and a huge gust of wind blew towards Zhao Lei, causing his hair and clothes to fly wildly in the strong wind. The people behind Zhao Lei were blown so hard that they couldn't open their eyes, and there was a rumble in the air, like a thunderous thunder descending from the earth.
A stream of yellow zhenqi, visible to the naked eye, the size of a millstone, attached to Huang Meng's palm. As soon as he made a move, it was a decisive blow. With a loud roar, the zhenqi spread out with the sound, making people buzz and deaf. .
"Vajra Palm!"
His roar was clearly intended to frighten Zhao Lei, and he used the sonic power to make Zhao Lei fall into a brief coma, so as to control Zhao Lei's movement.
Before the sound was over, the yellow palm print came out of his palm and shot towards Zhao Lei. The method Huang Meng was using now was close to magic.
Facing this blow, Zhao Lei did not dare to resist. The roar Huang Meng used to stop Zhao Lei's body skills just returned to normal in an instant. It was as if it had never worked in such a short time.
Zhao Lei's spirit was nourished by chalcedony, but it was no worse than his physical body. Huang Meng wanted to use the sound wave skill to slow him down, but he made a mistake.
The Vajra Palm Seal came very quickly, but Zhao Lei was even faster. He tapped his toes and was several feet away in an instant.
But others were not so lucky. Those behind Zhao Lei were directly beaten to pulp by the palm prints.
There was a loud rumble, and the ground trembled, as if there was an earthquake, and even a section of the wall collapsed.
A palm print the size of a millstone was also left on the stone slab, which was an inch deep. The stone slab in the middle had already been ground into powder and flew into the air with the impact.
The power of this blow is no worse than that of water polo, and water polo is far less shocking.
At this time, Huang Meng was like a god and Buddha. This greatly increased the morale of the Black Stone Gang members, and the Iron Fist Gang was panicked.
Zhao Lei still overestimates himself and underestimates others. Since practicing Qi, he has become a little complacent, looking down on the martial arts Qi in the ordinary world, and does not take others into consideration.
Even when Huang Meng performed the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang, he did not stop him.
In Zhao Lei's view, true energy is far inferior to mana, and top-notch masters with internal energy are no more than that. He never thought that internal energy could be so sharp. Now reality has slapped him in the face, and he is short-sighted.
Huang Meng's palm directly woke up Zhao Lei and dispelled his arrogance. There was a long road ahead, so he still had to be cautious.
However, Huang Meng would not give Zhao Lei time to comprehend. He was suspended in the air and struck Zhao Lei with both palms one after another.
Zhao Lei dodged left and right, moving vertically and horizontally in the yard. Although the Vajra Palm was very powerful, it could not touch his sides. This kind of dodging left and right became the most labor-saving way to deal with it.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Although Huang Meng's Vajra Palm couldn't deal with Zhao Lei, it caused disaster to the people in the yard, especially the Eight Evil Ghosts, which he took great care of and blocked at all levels, for fear that Zhao Lei would poke his weakness.
In just a few palms, more than a dozen people were beaten into a pulp. They did not dare to stay in the yard and fled one after another.
The members of the Black Stone Gang, who were relatively close to the Eight Evil Ghosts, originally wanted to come and hide for a while, because they found that they were not attacked here.
But the eight guards showed no mercy at all. After cutting down four or five people, they did not dare to step forward and escaped from the yard despite the danger.
