Lu Zian was stunned. He had fought with so many people in the mainland, but no one could have been beaten by him without any damage. However, Ding San, who was like this, had no feeling at all, as if this punch had not hit him at all. What was going on? Could it be that his strength was so strong that he could not hurt him at all if he hit him with this little force?

When Lu Zi'an was surprised, the white-haired Ding San moved. He opened his hand and grabbed Lu Zi'an.

Lu Zian was so powerful, and the white-haired Ding San had no rules in his attack, so he did not talk about the skills of defensive attack. Seeing him taking action like this, Lu Zian sneered a trace of sneer on the corner of his mouth and punched him directly on the left rib of the white-haired Ding San.

The ribs are a relatively critical part of the human body. If they are hit, even if they are not strong, they will be enough to make people breathe. With Lu Zi'an's strength, how powerful the power of attack is, Lu Zi'an knew it. This was enough to break all the ribs of the white-haired Ding San.

However, the fact was completely beyond his expectations. His fist hit the left rib of Bai Hai Ding San, but it seemed to hit a leather pad with extremely toughness. He did not even touch Bai Hai Ding San's ribs, so he naturally could not hurt Ding San.

In fact, Ding San did not feel any pain at all, nor did he dodge, and directly grabbed Lu Zi'an's wrist.

Lu Zian thought that his punch could hurt Ding San, and that he could also win or lose in this battle, so he did not dodge Ding San at all. The result was beyond his expectations. Not only did he fail to hurt Ding Sanfen, but he was caught by Ding San and pulled directly over by Ding San.

Lu Zian frowned and immediately used the grappling technique to turn his wrist, grab Ding San's wrist, and try to twist it hard. However, he underestimated Ding San's strength. Although he grabbed Ding San's wrist, he could not shake Ding San's wrist at all, let alone twist Ding San's wrist.

Lu Zi'an was shocked. He was very confident in his strength. Even though the white-haired Ding San was very strong, it was not so strong, right? He tried his best, but he couldn't even twist Ding San's wrist at all. How could this be possible?

When he was surprised, Ding San had already dragged him in front of him. Ding San had no expression on his face, and punched Lu Zi'an in the chest. It can be seen that Ding San had no trick at all when he made a move, and he was just a person who knew how to do martial arts. However, his internal strength was extremely strong. Even with Lu Zi'an's strength, he would not hurt him at all. With his internal strength, if he hit this time, that would be fine!

Lu Zian quickly reached out and opened Ding San's punch, and then punched Ding San's chest several times. However, Ding San still didn't feel any pain at all, and punched Lu Zian again.

Lu Zian was very surprised. His punches were all out. Even if Ding San was stronger than him, he wouldn't feel anything when he hit him, right?

Ding San's attack was very monotonous. Lu Zi'an avoided him several times and then took the opportunity to counterattack. However, the result was the same. His fist hit Ding San, and Ding San didn't feel anything at all. After this lasted for a while, Lu Zi'an began to feel anxious first. If he kept going like this and waited for his strength to disappear, he would be dead!

Moreover, Ding San was punched dozens of times by him, but he didn't seem to be injured at all, so he couldn't accept the result. If Ding San could do something, then he would have been defeated long ago, right?

Lu Zian tried his best to change the current situation, but he couldn't get rid of one hand when Ding San grabbed one hand. After fighting like this for a while, Lu Zian suddenly shouted loudly, avoided Ding San's attack, and kicked Ding San's chest with a foot.

Ding Sanyi did not move, and this kick did not cause any harm to him. However, Lu Zian took advantage of the power of this kick and jumped up suddenly and jumped over Ding San's head.

This time, the two of them became back to back. Ding San pulled Lu Zi'an's wrist and pulled it hard. Lu Zi'an was picked up by him, and his condition was very embarrassing.

And at this tense moment, two people were confronting each other in the distant mountain top. One of them was the monk in blood, and standing opposite him was a short, ugly face, and blind man. The man looked almost fifty or sixty years old, with a gloomy face that looked extremely ugly, and he looked like a vicious man.

However, it is really not easy for this person to stand face to face with the monk in blood. It seems that this person is also a top master!

Seeing that Lu Zi'an was in danger below, the man frowned slightly. At this moment, the monk in Blood also took a step forward and sneered: "If you can pass this level of my life, you can go down to help him. However, I'm afraid he will die before you arrive!"

The one-eyed man glanced at the two men who were fighting below, and did not move forward. Instead, he looked at the monk in blood with cold eyes and said, "It seems that you are quite confident in your puppet!"

"Only you have strength can you be confident. If you don't have strength, why do you have confidence?" The monk in Blood sneered and said, "The Heavenly Master is good, and the disciples he taught can do. It's a pity that he is a little arrogant and dares to challenge my killer. If he doesn't let him suffer a big loss today, he doesn't know what it means to be tall and thick!"

The one-eyed man sneered: "Hmph, you're so happy too early when you haven't finished the fight!"

"It's not too early, it's already very late!" The monk in Blood sneered and said, "I guess you should report to the Heavenly Master. You will die before you succeed. What kind of killing the wolf pattern is just like that."

"The pattern of killing the wolf has been established, no one can stop it!" The one-eyed man looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Since he has fulfilled the fate of the Seven Kills, he is destined to achieve something and will never die here!"

The monk in Blood sneered and said, "Then I want to see how he broke this dilemma!"

The one-eyed man didn't say anything anymore, but looked coldly at Lu Zi'an and Ding San who were fighting together below.

Lu Zi'an and Ding San stood back to back. Ding San picked up his arms and carried him up directly, which was equivalent to being hung on Ding San on his back.

Lu Zian was also smart. When Ding San picked him up hard, he hooked Ding San's legs in time, so that he would not be thrown by Ding San. However, he was also in a difficult situation and was hung in the air by Ding San. Ding San also stretched out his other hand. Judging from his posture, he was obviously preparing to grab Lu Zian's other arm.

Lu Zian was caught by Ding San, and had suffered a great loss and fell into a very passive situation. Now Ding San wants to grab his other arm again, so of course he tried his best to dodge. However, he was hanging on Ding San's back. Even if he could dodge, it would be no problem. With such a narrow distance, he would still be caught by Ding San, and he would be completely finished at that time.

However, in the face of such a situation, Lu Zian was not panicked at all. After avoiding Ding San several times, he seized the opportunity, and suddenly used force to his legs and bent his whole body forward. As a result, Ding San was picked up by him, and he carried Ding San on his back.

Although Ding San was very strong, his weight was not heavy, and he was easily carried by Lu Zi'an. However, Ding San was not at all panic. He actually reached out and grabbed Lu Zi'an's neck and pinched it down hard.

Seeing this situation, a sneer flashed across the face of the monk on the top of the mountain. He knew that Ding San had completely controlled the situation.

The one-eyed man's expression changed and he had already taken a step to the side quietly, as if he was ready to go down to help at any time. However, the monk in Blood was also paying attention to him. Seeing that he moved, the monk in Blood also took a step slowly, but was blocking him anyway. The meaning was very obvious. I saw that it was okay here, and I wanted to go down to help, but there was no way!

Ding San was so powerful that Lu Zi'an was pinched by him, and he felt that his neck was almost broken, and it was impossible to breathe. However, Lu Zi'an had no intention of struggling at this moment. He carried Ding San on his back and ran forward a few steps, ran straight to the Overlord Gun in front, and raised the Overlord Gun.

It turned out that Lu Zian jumped over Ding San's head for this purpose. He knew that with his strength, Ding San could not escape, so he was ready to use this overlord gun to fight the enemy.

Grasping the Overlord Spear, Ding San immediately used all his strength, waved his hand and stabbed Ding San.

The Overlord Gun seemed dull, but in fact it was very sharp. It pierced Ding San's abdomen directly.

This time, Ding San finally let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and looked at the wound on his abdomen in surprise. The gun tip of the Overlord Gun was very big, and the wound that was stabbed out by this gun was also very big, almost the size of a fist. Blood gushed out like running water. After a while, his clothes were stained with blood, and it looked extremely terrifying.

Most people are afraid that they will die if they suffer this blow. However, Ding San is different. He stood there blankly, looking at his wound, as if he hadn't realized what had happened.

On this side, Lu Zi'an finally broke Ding San's hand, but his neck was almost broken by Ding San. He grabbed the Overlord Gun, took a few steps back, and coughed continuously. After a while, he barely breathed. Looking up, Ding San was still standing there blankly without any pain, and he didn't know what was going on!
Chapter completed!