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In fact, many people present know that this hand-to-hand combat is the main event. Unexpectedly, at this time, it became the key to victory or defeat, and finally pushed this friendly match to the peak.

The person who had been sitting in his seat, holding his hands and looking at everything coldly, finally stood up. That person was only in his thirties, but he erased that trace of indifference, and there was actually a coldness that had been precipitated and wise after thousands of eons, and could not be forced, and he was ruthless with slaughtering all his life. The man gently lifted his feet and stood as if he were rooted in the ground.

"Cangsheng Yijie, please advise" The voice was not loud, but it was like speaking in everyone's ear, and the noise present was suppressed by a sentence "Master, better than Zhao Zheng" Mu Feng affirmed his strength.

At this time, a voice spoke, "I'm coming...", and the familiar voice made Mu Feng's brows tighten. Xiao Bing spoke, "I think it's only him, Xue Ying..."

Mu Feng shook his head, "He can't do it...", Mu Feng's eyes flickered, but Xiao Bing exhaled fiercely, "TMD, you can still fight devils in this era, and your blood is boiling when you think about it" This sentence seems to be stretched all of a sudden.

Mu Feng's mouth said, "Hey, Lao Xue, I was given a laxative by my brother last night and ran ten times, and I still dare to be strong today?" Xue Ying, who was walking step by step to the training ground, almost fell, and this voice was too familiar to him.

The little soldier was a little surprised and locked his eyes on Mu Feng, the soldiers on both sides slowly dispersed, and their eyes were also fixed on Mu Feng, the person who dared to stop the scene at this time was either a madman, or an existence stronger than Xue Ying.

Xue Ying looked at Mu Feng, "How did you come out?" Mu Feng took a few steps forward, "I will pour you down, can you get up, if you lock me up, I won't be able to get out?" ”

Xue Ying wanted to lower his voice, "Your current identity?" At the same time, Mu Feng's subtle voice drilled into Xue Ying's ears, "I don't want to be played to death, I want to dig up the chips" "Besides, this person is a person in the rivers and lakes, and it is more suitable for me to come forward than you"

Xue Ying also felt the strength of this person, and a fine light crossed his eyes, and a knife was struck. With a low howl, he ran towards Mu Feng's neck. The distance between the faces can actually bring a trace of sound...

Mu Feng pointed into a sword and slowly pushed it out, leisurely pointing towards the void. Just when the hand knife was less than an inch away from Mu Feng's neck, Mu Feng's two fingers hit Xue Ying's elbow, and one arm went limp. Mu Feng had a smile on his face, "This opportunity is rare, let it be given to me, it's a big deal, I'll treat you to eat ten or eight meals next time"

Xue Ying looked at Mu Feng, "Okay...", "But you must win" Mu Feng crossed Xue Ying and just made an OK gesture. Mu Feng walked up step by step, and his body seemed to step into another world, turning the training ground into a small world.

"You, not bad" The two of them fought vaguely just now, and they couldn't hide the eyes of the masters present, this Dongdao man was undoubtedly a clear one. Zhou Longjian, who was not far away, looked at Mu Feng, the stunned on his face was shocked, he had fought with Mu Feng at the beginning, although both sides had reservations, but Zhou Jianlong was sure that he could stabilize Mu Feng.

But today, it's a whole other level. "You, shouldn't you come to the Celestial Empire" Cangsheng Ichisuke shook his head, and said in stiff Chinese, "Meet you, worth" After speaking, his right leg stomped on the ground slightly, and the whole earth seemed to be shaken. A fierce aura pervades the air....

Mu Feng has never experienced the career of black boxing, and at this second, it seems that he has been pulled into the realm of life and death where his fists are fist-to-flesh. Blood, killing, even gnawing corpses... This person must be the king who returned from the bloody battle in the black fist, otherwise it is impossible, and this artistic conception comes in the momentum.

At this moment, the humanity in that man's eyes turned into a beast, he couldn't see the sky, he couldn't see the earth, he couldn't see the hundreds of soldiers on the training ground, he only had Mu Feng in his eyes, it was not an opponent, but a dead man...

Mu Feng is very calm, just like a pool of quiet stagnant water, no one can see what he is thinking psychologically, let alone guess his thinking and consciousness, just like the wind on the face, he goes unintentionally. You can't see what you feel, but you can't touch his essence.

Cangsheng punched out, the fist was not big and unhappy, but Mu Feng did feel a burst of oppression, and the fist seemed to have the breath of hell, Mu Feng's ears came from the air overwhelmed by the sound of air explosion, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh at this punch, afraid that there was a steel plate in front of him, and it would be ruthlessly pierced.

Mu Feng did not move like a mountain, but his eyes were condensed into a blade, and he raised his foot, and with such a domineering punch, he could only do his best. This kick is the essence of his martial arts precipitation during this time, with a sword in one kick and a domineering match, but with the power of an axe. "Bang..."There was a loud noise, as if it was not two people fighting, but two high-speed cars colliding. With the wildness of car destruction and death, but there is also a precursor to a shocking explosion.

The huge force, with the air spread to both sides, just like the legend, the aftermath of the clash of internal forces, making the people around them feel the strong wind, and the two of them each took three or four steps back.

Mu Feng's right foot touched the ground, and the sole of his shoe was actually pierced by a punch. The power of the tyrant directly caused the right leg to lose sensation. Mu Feng's feet shook slightly, the shoes of his feet directly collapsed, and the energy channel was wide open, and this external foot was hung so that this injury could be ignored. At this time, a gentle and gentle energy came from the soles of his feet, which made Mu Fengjing's face appear more joyful.

Cangsheng Yijie looked at Mu Feng, and the smile of the opponent flowed from his indifferent eyes. The evil qi on the body began to materialize, and in the biochemical world, there was a feeling of being possessed by the corpse king.

The stride unfolded, not fast, but the amplitude was amazing, two steps into the front of Mu Feng's body, and his fist was dark blood, like a giant hammer after drinking blood. However, the fist has the strength to twist its head, like a color-devouring spear with penetrating power. Mu Feng finally understood these people, and the tempering of the body was actually similar to the nine forms of soldier form he had learned, but one was for the purpose of killing, and the other was for the purpose of forging itself. Seeing Cangsheng Ichisuke coming with a punch, the air was actually ignited.

Mu Feng's eyes overflowed with energy, and his powerful vision analyzed the true meaning of this punch. The hammer-shaped, gun-shaped stepping stone has finally arrived. Feel the energy of the earth under your feet, and spread over your body. Mu Feng's eyes condensed slightly, and he was extremely simple to lunge punches.

Cangsheng Yisuke's eyes soaked in the meaning of death, flashed a trace of weirdness, this punch actually made him feel familiar, the key is that this punch is towards the void, as if he didn't swing it at him, but he understands that this punch is hitting the offensive line of his fist, the key is this, just like the explosive power of his fist, the lead.

Cangsheng introduced a fist, turning from a direct attack to a downward pressure. Mu Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, he waited for the change, no matter how domineering the fist was, there were the most flaws in the process of change.

Under the smashing of the fist of Cangsheng, the air spread out like water ripples, and such an inch blow still contained amazing destructive power. Mu Feng's fist was suddenly endowed with the characteristics of a marksman, with the agility of the dragon and snake seven detectives, sliding through the edge of the smash of Cangsheng Yijie, and pointing at the seven deaths on the chest, the mystery of the seven fists with one blow and seven kills, injected into the gun, picking and breaking the two true meanings.

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