Chapter 273 - Clean (2)

Author: It's okay to be idle

Lin Fan didn't pay attention to Qingfeng's strategy of delaying the army at all, he stepped under his feet, rushed over directly, raised his fist, and used his newly comprehended fist intent.

If the Seven Styles of the Heavenly Hammer showed the domineering spirit of pushing everything horizontally in the hands of his master, then in Lin Fan's hands, it represented an invincible spirit, and he initially integrated his understanding of boxing into the moves, so that the original rigid moves had a trace of agility.

Qingfeng stepped on Yubu, shook his shoulders, and chose to avoid the edge temporarily, while dodging, he easily pulled out the long sword on his waist, brushed the ground, and slashed towards Lin Fan's waist.

Lin Fan didn't retreat at all, his fist style changed, and he still smashed it at the opponent's head, this move had the courage to die with the enemy.

Qingfeng kicked his feet and slammed towards him, he didn't want to play with the other party like this, after all, he was just here to help, he couldn't afford to throw his life here for the sake of the Zuo family.

From the moment Qingfeng retreated, the victory or defeat between the two had already been decided, the gist of the Heavenly Hammer Seven Style was to move forward bravely, the more the other party dodged, the more Lin Fan's momentum climbed, and gradually Qingfeng was suppressed by him step by step, and he could only rely on the long sword in his hand to maneuver with Lin Fan.

Qingfeng didn't expect Lin Fan to be so difficult, he was firmly suppressed by his opponent, and after his momentum was taken away, Lin Fan's moves became more powerful, and he gradually felt the pressure increase.

Lin Fan's fists sometimes flew like rain, sometimes they struck and grinded, and the Seven Styles of the Heavenly Hammer became more and more proficient, and gradually he began to appreciate the mystery of the fist intent.

Zuo Zhaode saw that Qingfeng and Lin Fan were inseparable, he waved at his subordinates, signaled them to take out their pistols, aim at Lin Fan, and prepare to shoot to help Qingfeng win.

As soon as the bodyguards pulled out their pistols, before they could take aim, they felt a breeze pass through their throats, and then blood lines gushed out of their necks.

When the two Taoist boys saw that Jin Zi had killed several people in a moment, they couldn't help but exclaim, "What a violent beast." ”

Zuo Zhaode also had a self-defense pistol on his body, and he hurriedly wanted to take out the gun, but who knows, Xiao Jinzi directly waved the long stick in his hand, from top to bottom, and the split head was a stick.

This stick went down and directly broke Zuo Zhaode in half, and the brains and blood splashed in the room, as if a rain of blood had fallen.

The two Dao boys also had some insight, and seeing that Xiao Jinzi was too fast, they chose to stand back to back, holding a three-foot Qingfeng in their hands and facing the gold from afar.

Jin Zi roared wildly, his body jumped high, he didn't pay attention to any moves at all, although his arms were thin, his strength was amazing, and he was directly stuffed with a stick.

Although its moves are particularly simple, its speed and strength are excellent, the two Dao Tong are just Qingfeng's disciples, and their strength cultivation is only a dark energy realm, how dare they meet the earth-shattering stick of the Divine Monkey.

The two of them coincidentally made a lazy donkey roll, but they could avoid this stick, and they broke out in a cold sweat, the pressure brought to them by this fierce monkey in front of them was definitely no less than that of their master Qingfeng Dao.

The fight between Lin Fan and Qingfeng has become white-hot, he is pressing step by step, while Qingfeng has been thinking about taking out the dust in the air, this is the magic weapon of their three Qingguan, with this, his strength can more than double.

But Lin Fan pressed too hard, one punch followed one punch after another, one move after another, leaving him no respite at all, he didn't even dare to speak now, for fear that his mouth would open and his strength would be released, and he would be hit by the other party.

After a violent storm attack, Lin Fan's own momentum had climbed to the extreme, and an irrepressible qi was quietly triggered.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt that he was about to fight the most perfect punch in his life, and this punch was the result of his hard thinking and meditation in the past few days.

But this qi machine is coiled in his chest, ready to move, but he always owes something to his shortcomings, and he has not been triggered, so that he can't vent.

This feeling is very weird, as if there is a hidden energy in the body, but it is never able to use the essentials.

Although Qingfeng is now at an absolute disadvantage, this is not the true embodiment of the strength of the two, Lin Fan came up and took the lead, while Qingfeng has always been lucky and wanted to escape, so the momentum of the two rose and fell, making Qingfeng gradually suppressed.

"No, the rhythm of this fight is in the other party's control, and the longer it takes, the more unfavorable it will be for me."

Qingfeng was secretly anxious in his heart, what he needed most now was a time to breathe, so that he could regulate his breath and slowly gather his momentum.

Seeing that Lin Fan was getting smoother and smoother, he decided to fight hard with Lin Fan, even if he was injured, he had to find a chance to breathe and take out the dust on his back.

People who have cultivated to their level are as strong as a hundred refined steel, and although they are temporarily at a disadvantage, it is not enough to make them panic.

Thinking of this, at the moment when Lin Fan raised his hand and raised his fist, he put his long sword horizontally in front of him, wanting to catch Lin Fan's hammer.

Since the two started the war, you have come and gone, although the fists and feet have not touched each other, but they are more skillful, one is hard to be sharp, the other is experienced, and the two can be said to be equal in strength.

Qingfeng held the sword across his chest, although this sword was not a magic weapon, it also belonged to the category of divine weapons.

But Lin Fan didn't mean to stop at all, his fist was slightly offset in the process of falling, and it smashed horizontally on the back of the sword.

Listening to a few crackling sounds, the sword in Qingfeng's hand was hammered into more than a dozen knots by Lin Fan.

Qingfeng's face was flushed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he threw the broken sword in his hand towards Lin Fan, his knees bent slightly, and his body jumped backwards, leaving the battle circle.

He didn't care about breathing now, he reached out and grabbed it behind him, wanting to take the magic weapon on his back in his hand and fight Lin Fan again.

But as soon as he leaned his arm back, he heard a strong wind howling above his head, and when he looked up, he saw the little golden monkey, holding a long black stick, jumping in the air, swinging the stick with both arms and smashing it towards his head.

When the stick wind approached, he realized that this black stick was probably not ordinary, because in the strong wind brought by the stick body, a cold and a heat were constantly entangled, and there was also a trace of electric sparks.

At this critical moment, Qingfeng's body twisted one hundred and eighty degrees like a noodle, and he was able to avoid this stick.

But before he could catch his breath, Lin Fan's punch had already suddenly arrived in front of his eyes.

Qingfeng took a sharp breath, Lin Fan's fist came too fast, and now it was unavoidable, he raised his arm in front of him, hoping to block the opponent's punch.

But Lin Fan's fist was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, a hammer smashed open Qingfeng's arm, and then the second hammer came as scheduled, hitting him firmly in the chest.

Qingfeng's arms flew backwards deformedly, and those eyes full of shock were red from the power contained in Lin Fan's fist, and their eyes bulged out, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

With a snap, Qingfeng fell to the ground, he struggled a few times, but his chest had been broken by Lin Fan, the bones of his arms were broken into several pieces, and he no longer had any strength in his body, and as the fist strength raged in his body, he felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

"Despicable!" Qingfeng took his last breath and shouted out two words loudly.

He couldn't even look at him when he was dying, the magic weapon on his body was useless, he was really aggrieved, if he hadn't been attacked by Xiao Jinzi just now, he felt that he could turn defeat into victory if he took out the dust.

"Hmph, you didn't want to fight with me fairly, so why should I have to give you fairness, you must know that fairness is mutual."

Lin Fan snorted coldly, not feeling a trace of guilt at all, from the beginning this was not a formal competition, but a vendetta.

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