"Bang!" In a dull explosion, the bursting energy shot out in all directions like substance, hitting more than ten meters away, before disappearing, debris and gravel were scattered everywhere, and the ground was a mess.

The white-faced silver-haired middle-aged man intersected with the masked powerhouse's fists, and the vitality fluctuations that erupted made the entire space tremble.

The two of them were pushed away by the explosive energy, and the white-faced silver-haired middle-aged man and the masked strong man both took five or six steps back, and the ground under their feet shattered.

The two masters fight each other, and they seem to be comparable.

"You...... You are...... Thief King Zhuofan?" The masked man's eyes suddenly burst out with two sharp gazes like blades, staring at the white-faced middle-aged man opposite, very surprised.

"Hmph!" The white-faced middle-aged man didn't answer, snorted coldly, stepped out, instantly crossed the void between the two, and blasted towards the masked strong man with a punch.

The fist rubbed against the air, producing a thrilling air explosion, and the space around the fist seemed to be distorted under this punch.

"Zhuo Fan, our well water does not interfere with river water, why do you want to meddle in tonight's affairs. The masked man said as he dodged.

The silver-haired middle-aged man's fist could not bear it, but when the fist hit the enemy's body, the unparalleled fist power condensed on the fist would surge out in an instant. The sudden burst of punch force blasted people like a bomb exploded. It's really a kind of powerful and domineering punch.

"Don't talk nonsense, take your life. ”

The silver-haired middle-aged man suddenly shook his arms, and the two sleeves of his coat exploded with a sound of "canopy!"

"What's in your sleeve?" The masked strong man's voice was cold, and his toes tapped on the ground, and the person slipped out of the two cold lights like a phantom, and then slapped his palm towards the silver-haired middle-aged man.

Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed out of his palm, and the palm of the masked strong man turned red, and a red light appeared in the palm, and the temperature around him immediately rose sharply.

"Hmph! Sure enough, it's you, the sun god Song is shocking. ”

The silver-haired middle-aged man suddenly retracted, avoided the hot palm power of the masked strong man, jumped back, and two cold rays of light retracted back on his arms like a match, and then stared coldly at the masked strong man, with a smile on his face.

A blazing palm wind swept in front of the silver-haired middle-aged man, and the weeds on the ground turned yellow in an instant.

This silver-haired middle-aged man was the thief King Zhuofan, and the masked strong man did not recognize the wrong person.

"Song Jingtian?" Zhao Xueqi and Shi Nanxing in the secret room of the villa were taken aback when they heard Zhuo Fan call out the identity of the masked strong man.

The Qinglong Gang and the Ouyang family actually made a move on them so quickly, much faster than Zhao Xueqi and the others expected.

According to Zhao Xueqi and Shi Nanxing's estimates, if the Blue Dragon Gang and the Ouyang family want to eradicate the power of the "Dark Dragon" in Shanghai in one fell swoop, they must be foolproof.

It takes time!

At this time, the battle in the field changed again, the two masked masters who were resisted by the two giants were too strong, and the two long knives danced, the blades were like lightning light and shadow, and in the screaming sound that tore through the air, they frequently cut through the pitch-black space, and surrounded the two silver-haired giants with an irresistible force, and a powerful attack like mercury leaked out.

Not only that, but the fierce sword light also swept the other two silver-haired young men into the sword, and with two against four, they still seemed to have the upper hand.

These two silver-haired giants are actually single brothers. The other two silver-haired young men did not move, the bodies of the single brothers, Ye Feng and Long Si were the strongest copper walls, and the surging waves of swords and rays of light slashed at their bodies, and they couldn't hurt them at all.

The clothes on their bodies have been cut to tatters, but they only attack and cannot defend, and they blast out a powerful and terrifying iron fist without reservation, like a dragon making trouble in the sea, meteors leaking to the ground, cracking the air and roaring wildly, forming countless cyclones of different sizes, rotating and whistling in all directions from the place where the two sides collided, sweeping the surrounding range of twenty or thirty meters, stirring up air turbulence and howling and swaying.

The other "Dark Dragon" disciples had already recognized Ye Feng and them, and their morale suddenly soared, and they roared and pounced on their opponents.

The men and horses on both sides fought violently again.

On the other side of the battlefield, Zhuo Fan and Song Jingtian were still facing each other. Song Jingtian has already supported the first weather gang, protecting the whole body, the fiery red aura is like a beating flame, then Song Jingtian is like the god of fire descending, revealing a monstrous heat wave, and the grass under his feet is baked into a scorched yellow.

On the contrary, Zhuo Fan did not stir up the vitality in his body, staring at Song Jingtian's eyes, but they had already turned red and exuded a demonic brilliance. The smile on the corner of his mouth was also tinged with cold cruelty, like a bloodthirsty demon issuing an invitation to death. There was a dangerous beastly aura all over his body.

The momentum of the two powerhouses rose freely, everyone retreated in unison, and the battlefield moved farther away, and no one wanted to be cannon fodder.

The duel between the two acquired peak powerhouses may break out at any time!