The two fist shadows collided head-on at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and in an instant, flames rose up, thunder roared, and a shock ripple spread!

Li Xizhou's movements obviously stagnated, but only for a moment, and he punched again.

The flames rose, the ghosts cried and the wolves howled, Li Xizhou himself was an ancient martial arts cultivator, but because he had struggled in the West for many years, he created this set of boxing techniques with a very Western style. The fist brings fire, makes the whole body boil, improves the combat power and will, is not afraid of pain, and kills more and more bravely in the battle, until the battle is crazy and kills the opponent, and then it will stop!

This is the fighting style of King Rahu, if you don't go crazy, you can't become a king!

Heaven-level strength, coupled with iron-blooded means and will, whether it is fighting alone or attacking and killing, Li Xizhou has not tasted defeat in the past ten years.

The heat wave was bursting, the sparks were shining, Li Xizhou was crazy to attack the opponent, the whole person was crazy, every fire fist, all the best!

The stirring dust and air masses condensed into patches of dazzling fire around him, crackling in and out, and under the impact of the Hundred Ghost Fist and Lin Feng's fist shadow, every sound was deafening and terrifying.

The eyes in the audience were shocking, and the most terrifying thing was not the attack of the two, but the result!

Li Xizhou's onslaught was unexpectedly fruitless, and he couldn't even force Lin Feng down from his seat and stand face to face with him.

One stands on the field, the other sits on the throne, and it is clear who is high and who is low.

Lin Feng's fist shadow weaves a fist wall, which is like an iron plate, and the water can't splash in!

I don't know how many punches he hit, Li Xizhou still couldn't break through Lin Feng's defensive net, his fists were under the flesh, even the machine could not support it, and finally after a punch was punched, he staggered and fell on the stage, kneeling on one knee, supporting his body with one hand, unable to straighten his waist.

Li Xizhou was sweating, his skin was like a roasted prawn, the sweat on one end was dripping from his hair, his arms were trembling, and his fists were already blurred with flesh and blood, and even exposed his white bones!

He knelt there, as if he were worshipping the new king, and such a result was unbelievable.

There was silence.

Those who tried their best to praise Li Xizhou were dumbfounded at this time, and they didn't realize that the wine bottle fell under their feet, and their eyes were full of shock.

Looking at his opponent Lin Feng again, he was calm and relaxed, without a trace of fatigue, let alone bloodshed. The strength of the mercenary king can only be licked on his knees in front of him!

"Give me the knife—" Li Xizhou roared, breaking the silence of the fighting arena.

"I'll forget it, don't you want to get off the stage?" Lin Feng looked at the enemy who was kneeling there on one knee, and said with a hint of contempt: "Losing is losing, if you take your life, everything is empty, you think clearly and then decide." ”

When Li Xizhou heard this, he struggled to get up, and roared again: "Knife-"

Under the stage, a one-eyed dragon man wearing an eye patch took out a beautifully made wooden box from under the table, turned over in a dashing manner, rose in mid-air, jumped into the ring, knelt on one knee, opened the wooden box, and dedicated it to Li Xizhou.

Li Xizhou stretched out his hand and grabbed the strangely shaped blood-red long knife, the moment he held the handle, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, after that, as if he had inhaled a breath of fairy qi, the whole person became different from before!

The eyes are full of murderous and bloodthirsty!

"That's the rumored magic knife, the name of Jidu, also known as the King's Blade. In the box on the second floor, Bai Lao's expression became cautious: "The blade that Li Xizhou relies on the most is said to come from an emperor's ancient tomb. ”

"Ji Du ......" Xiang Ming's eyes burned, "Good knife!"

"It's not a good knife!" Bai Lao shook his head and sighed: "Li Xizhou himself should understand that the trick in his hand is undoubtedly to quench his thirst, and he will lose this battle." ”

Xiang Ming was surprised, nodded silently and thought about it, it seems that his experience is still rich, and he looks at things too superficially.

On the stage, Li Xizhou raised his capital, pointed at Lin Feng and shouted: "Take out your blade! I won't kill people with bare hands!"

Lin Feng's eyes raised slightly, and Hai Side under the stage hurriedly asked for instructions: "The wind is less!

After glancing at him, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Knife to knife...... He is not worthy of my sword. ”

After speaking, the jet-black meteorite short knife appeared from behind him.

For the first time, slowly stood up and left the throne!

Seeing his opponent get up, Li Xizhou instinctively wanted to retreat, but after only half a step back, he realized that this was the moment when everyone was watching him, and he must not retreat! He was the king of mercenaries, how could he show his cowardice!

Lin Feng walked slowly, the two of them got closer and closer, the safe distance no longer existed, and even the space for slashing was compressed to the limit.

The two of them still haven't moved the knife, but their eyes are all murderous, firmly locking on the opponent, as long as they make a move, it is bound to be amazing!

"You don't want their lives?" Li Xizhou lowered his voice and threatened: "That bad old man on Beacon Island, as well as your sister and your wife!

"Really, you can take it then. Lin Feng smiled: "I doubt how you got the title of Mercenary King, just rely on this?"

Li Xizhou's fierce eyes flashed with cold light, and he immediately made a move, and the blood-red knife light rolled, like a blood cloud, slashing towards Lin Feng's chest!

"Click!" The two sides fought each other in short combat, long knives against short blades, bursting out a string of gold dust, the two of them retreated at the same time, and instantly killed again!

Li Xizhou held Ji Du in his hand, and even slashed down, waving out a large area of blood clouds, because the speed was too fast, the blood was spliced together, like a terrifying blood curtain, surrounding Lin Feng.

As the sound continued, the air was torn apart into strips, emitting a series of screams.

Lin Feng's figure was like lightning, moving away quickly, and the whole person shuttled through the blood curtain, making a dashing shot and being extremely accurate, easily resolving Li Xizhou's slashing and slashing one after another.

As the two sides continued to fight, Li Xizhou's eyes became more and more red, and the speed of the knife increased dramatically, and it seemed that he was getting braver and braver!

The two of them flew on the stage, and the ring made of stainless steel under their feet was marked by the knife qi, making a sneering sound, debris flew up, sparks shot out, and the entire ring became the center of the storm, the air flow was crazy and hot, intertwined with the blood curtain and flickered, and the sound and light burst out, shocking people's hearts.

Suddenly, Li Xizhou pushed the capital with both hands, and the hideous ancient magic knife seemed to be ignited by a raging fire, and the blade overflowed with an inch-long red light, arrogant, and quickly exploded!

The air around the magic knife was ignited and crackled, and the aura rolled up by the blade became more and more terrifying, and each knife set off real fireworks!

Lin Feng's eyes changed slightly, this old guy still has two brushes.

As one of the four mercenary kings, Li Xizhou has really come to this day through bloody battles, much stronger than his two waste illegitimate sons, and his strength is even more different.

Coupled with the assistance of the magic knife meter, Li Xizhou has killed all sides in the western mercenary world, like a tiger with wings, and in recent years, there are few tasks that require him to do it himself, let alone use the magic knife to calculate the capital!

Li Xizhou was dodged by Lin Feng with six slashes in a row, and after the seventh knife, he seemed to have gathered enough knife momentum, and a single knife slashed out a blood-colored long practice, emitting a shocking dragon groan, rolling up with a heat wave of hundreds of degrees, and pounced on Lin Feng with teeth and claws!