It is destined that there will be a break between their elders today, and although Wang Lingfeng's personal strength is enough to eliminate all the people in the Shenlong Pavilion one by one, he is still ready to make a foolproof plan. He had planted a miniature bomb in the queen's body before he came down, and he did this to firmly control the hostage of the queen, so that he could let go of a real duel with everyone.

"Now you don't have to worry about me going to the queen, as long as you don't try to save her, there will be no danger. Wang Lingfeng took out the remote control of the bomb and shook it, signaling them to be more peaceful, and not to take the opportunity to save the queen.

Originally, the four of them planned to take advantage of the battle to take two people out to rescue the queen, but they were always wrong in this calculation, and they could only watch their beloved woman firmly controlled by the enemy.

The Pope stepped forward alone, ready to accept this battle, and Zhang Lao was not to be outdone when he saw this, and the two of them could only clench their fists and watch the battle because of their lack of strength.

"Old Dragon, I didn't think you would have a chance to fight me head-on, but you will definitely be defeated today!" Wang Lingfeng shook the dirt on his body, and immediately released his aura, and the whole person instantly became a little hideous and frightened, and his eyes flashed with a fierce look of contempt for everything.

The Pope was shocked, and his heart was a little trance-like, he didn't expect that this Wang Lingfeng had actually reached a realm that no one could reach, even those martial arts heroes in ancient legends could not have his current strength.

"Take my punch and talk about it!" The Pope stepped forward quickly, and at the same time charged on his left fist, a punch hit Wang Lingfeng's chest, and his right fist was also ready to be attacked, once his left hand missed, he planned to use his right fist to make up for it.

The Pope didn't plan to really help the other party with this move, he just wanted to test whether the other party's strength was something he could contend with.

But Wang Lingfeng was unmoved, looking at the Pope's fist coldly, and an incomparably evil smile appeared on his face: "Haha, carving insect skills!" Wang Lingfeng got the inheritance of ancient martial arts when he was six years old, he has never given up practicing martial arts for a hundred years, but he has never shown his skills in front of outsiders, he has admired Xiang Yu since he was a child, but Xiang Yu's only fatal flaw is that he believes in the power of fists too much, in order not to follow in the footsteps of the historical figure Xichu Overlord, he has always hidden his strength, and has always been suspicious of using wisdom to pursue his own value.

But recently, he suddenly realized that his fists could still come in handy, at least to help him clear some obstacles at a critical time.

The stone table behind Wang Lingfeng was shattered by the Pope's punch, but Wang Lingfeng only dodged the Pope's fist with a sideways turn.

The Pope's second punch had already hit Wang Lingfeng's palm before he could hit it, and this slap looked very ordinary, just a light push pushed the Pope out a few steps.

After stabilizing his body, the Pope subconsciously touched the abdomen of his middle palm, feeling hot, although this did not cause him too serious damage, but this palm is not to be underestimated, if the other party blows with all his strength, it is certain that he is now impossible to stand on the ground.

The moves between masters are not so miraculous, but just one or two back and forth have already decided the outcome of the victory, and life and death are decided in an instant.

The Pope realized that he was doomed to fail if he was beaten, so he turned his attention to the eager Zhang Lao, signaling that he felt that he would stand up and go together, and perhaps the two of them might turn the situation around with a combined blow.

Zhang Lao stood up in understanding, and he also flew up unexpectedly, and hit Wang Lingfeng's throat. At this time, the Pope did not dare to be careless, and also rushed up to attack Wang Lingfeng's next plate.

One attack above, one attack below, logically speaking, it should be a seamless combination, but they are not facing ordinary opponents, Wang Lingfeng was not careless at this time, his fists and feet were almost at the same time, and the two of them were effectively protected from a round of attacks.

The combined efforts of the two did not reap any benefits, and Wang Lingfeng did not have the opportunity to take the initiative to fight back at this time, and it was quite against the sky to be lucky enough to defend against the attacks of the two.

You must know that the Pope and Zhang Lao are the top figures in today's martial arts world, and they have never met an opponent for decades, and anyone in their eyes is just a fragile life that can be ended in a move and a half.

Today, the two of them welcomed the nemesis of their lives at the same time, and they were a little unbearable to one of them, and they might lose their lives here if they were not careful.

"If you have any tricks, just use them, otherwise, you won't have a chance later. Wang Lingfeng didn't dare to be careless, because he also realized that the two of them were a little unbearable for themselves to work together, so he could only find an opportunity to break through each other, otherwise the consequence might be a complete defeat.

"Old Long, let's not be polite to him, kill him~!" Zhang Lao also took the initiative to attack this time, and his killing move was really on his legs, so he moved his feet as soon as he made a move, and swept towards Wang Lingfeng's lower plate with one foot.

The Pope is used to using his fists, so he clenched his fists as soon as he struck, and this time he chose to attack his opponent's upper plate.

Within a radius of a few meters centered on the three of them, countless phantoms had turned into them, and the onlookers could no longer tell who was who, so they could only wait for who to be thrown out in the end.

The first to go out was Zhang Lao, who was punched out by Wang Lingfeng, and he was very embarrassed, and he was thrown a full two feet away.

In order to create a chance for Zhang Lao to fight back, the Pope has been struggling to support it, and his fists are like a rain curtain towards Wang Lingfeng's vital points, even if his fists miss, he can't handle it, because he knows that as long as he stops, he will be fatally counterattacked by his opponent.

"Lao Zhang, are you okay?" Fang Lao hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Lao, who was bleeding from his mouth.

"I can't die yet!" Zhang Lao didn't care about the pain on his body, and quickly joined the battle again with his feet.

The battle quickly reached a white-hot state, and the inside of the ancient mansion had been beaten to pieces, and an ancient tree in the center of the courtyard was not spared, and the branches were shattered by the residual strength of the three people. The three onlookers were also affected, and they all suffered some minor injuries to varying degrees.

The most bitter thing was that the second one who flew out was not the three people who were fighting, and Fang Lao on the side was unfortunately swept by someone's kick, and after flying out, he fell on all fours, although he didn't die and lost half his life, he could only lie at the door of the house and hum in pain.

The third to be knocked out was the Pope, this time he was hit by Wang Lingfeng's heavy punch, and the grenade was seriously injured, but he had no intention of giving up and continuing to fight, he decided that he would fight to the end as long as he had even one breath left.