"You're weaker, so let's strike first. Lu Feng was silent for a moment.

A fierce color appeared in Sun Haiyang's eyes, and his military boots stomped heavily on the ground, leaving a footprint and stirring up heavy dust.

His body swelled a little, his muscles completely propped up his clothes, several vicious meridians like green dragons on his forehead burst out, and bean-sized sweat burst out.

He bowed his head, like a bull ready to attack, and everyone felt only a muffled sound on the surface, followed by a slight vibration, and the dust was flying—

Sun Haiyang's body rushed out, and every step he took was thrilling.

Wearing the fist of the finger tiger, he hit Lu Feng's jaw fiercely, completely defenseless, this is a life-fighting style.

He comes from the warhead, and the enemies he faces are often the demon clan, and most of the demon clans are very strong in close combat, which is why the combat effectiveness of the people in the warhead is also strong in the flesh.

Rumble!

The wind hunting sound condensed on the surface of the opponent's fist, this punch, even a monk of the same level will be shot in the head.

The finger tiger glowed with cold light, and before it got close, Lu Feng felt Ling.

Lu Feng knew that the weapons of the Special Investigation Bureau monks were definitely not made of ordinary metal.

He was about to dodge when he heard a sound of breaking the air behind him.

Chang Yi from the Ministry of Cultivation was in his hand at this time, and a talisman slowly fell.

It's just that the talisman didn't fall to the ground, but directly merged into the ground, and later, the earth seemed to be cut apart, and suddenly a huge crack appeared, and countless gravel shot quickly along the direction of the crack.

"Foshan palm!"

It's just that before it was over, the Hongnin monk jumped high, his right palm spread flat, each finger was weirdly bent, and the knuckles seemed to be broken, in different directions.

In mythology, Sun Wukong was suppressed by the Buddha, and the current Buddhist monks created this palm according to the myth.

Lu Feng had just read the information about this not long ago.

Behind the Foshan palm, there is the Foshan seal, but the latter is too difficult, so the general monks are to learn the Foshan palm first.

Heavenly, underground, front, back.

There are attacks on all sides.

Lu Feng's heart sank suddenly, his slightly narrowed eyes rippled slightly, he never understood why these people's hostility towards him was so terrible, of course he didn't believe it, this was just a shot.

I'm afraid there are people behind me who are watching everything.

Everything was as fast as lightning, but fortunately, Lu Feng's eyes were always open.

Those attacks seemed to him to have slowed down.

He was in a calm state of mind and stepped out.

Ignoring the other party's attack, Lu Feng's knees and Sun Haiyang's knees staggered together.

Lu Feng didn't know any long-range attack methods, and he had always fought in close combat, so he was not inferior to the other party.

The terrifying force was transmitted to Sun Haiyang's knees, and the latter's face changed instantly, because the lower plate was unstable, so that his attack grazed the opponent's head, and his body staggered.

Then, Lu Feng's right elbow pressed back violently, and the air emitted a sensation similar to that of boiling water.

It seemed that at Lu Feng's elbow, a wall of wind was formed, pressing the countless gravel and flying away, and the terrible crack under his feet also stopped a meter away from Lu Feng's body.

It's just that at this time, Foshan has arrived.

He proclaimed himself a grandmaster-level power, so his movements slowed down, so that when the opponent's attack came, Lu Feng's fist had just exerted force.

Lu Feng frowned, he was the first time to self-proclaim the power of a grandmaster, and he was used to a grandmaster-level body on weekdays, so it was a little abrupt and even unnatural at this time.

It's just that this punch has already collided with the opponent's palm print, and a moment of contact made Lu Feng immediately understand that the attacks of the two people in front of him just made him take it lightly, and only this person was the real attack.

"This person is in the Three Realms of Enlightenment, I'm afraid they are all the best. "Lu Feng only stayed in the Three Realms of Enlightenment for a few minutes, and then directly entered the realm of the Grandmaster, not knowing at all that most of the monks would stay in this realm for the rest of their lives.

They cultivate hard and constantly hone themselves, and this is the difference between the old Three Realms of Enlightenment and the ordinary Three Realms of Enlightenment.

These three people have all experienced the demon chaos seven years ago, they have been on the battlefield, killed people, beheaded demons, and destroyed monsters.

Compared to them, Lu Feng is like a novice.

Foshan Yin was at the peak of his strength, and suddenly erupted, but Lu Feng's fist was suppressed as soon as it exerted its strength.

Sensing the strength of this palm, Lu Feng suddenly withdrew his hand, compared to the control of the aura and himself, it was obvious that Lu Feng, who had cultivated a high-level mental method, was more flexible.

It's just that soon, Lu Feng noticed that something was wrong, and the Foshan palm came as scheduled, coming along his arm, as if using his arm as a medium of communication.

"It's not a contest at all, it's going to hurt me badly!"

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