Boom!

A punch with terrifying power slammed down on the spear.

Pedal Pedal Ped

In an instant, a powerful force vented from the spear, and the huge force actually made Lin Kunpeng's figure regress again and again.

Then Lin Kunpeng's figure flashed, and his figure suddenly appeared from behind Jun Molin, and then the spear slashed down.

A knife can be chopped down, and the mountain can be broken with stones.

Jun Mo Lin was on tiptoe, and his figure suddenly turned around, and the golden light in his palm was shining, horizontal above his head.

Clang!

The spear slashed down on Jun Molin's palm, and erupted with a sonorous sound like the collision of gold and iron.

Then Jun Mo Lin slapped out with a fierce palm, and the powerful force made the void seem to be twisted, and the punch was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing the void.

Lin Kunpeng's spear was blocked in front of his chest, and his spiritual power frantically poured into the spear, trying his best to resist this blow, but it was useless.

Click!

Jun Mo Lin's monstrous punch shattered the spear like a withering blow, and then slammed into his chest.

Poof!

Lin Kunpeng's body was slightly sideways, avoiding the vital point, but this palm still slapped on his shoulder, causing it to spurt out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his body rolled sharply in the air before stabilizing his body and falling down.

Jun Molin stood in place lightly, looking at Lin Kunpeng quietly, and the momentum around his body formed a majestic coercion and overwhelmingly pressed towards the latter.

At this moment, Lin Kunpeng's eyes were full of horror, and Jun Molin's strength was simply desperate.

"Thousand Strengths!"

Lin Kunpeng gathered momentum again, and the mortal-level superb martial arts exuded a majestic momentum, and then gradually condensed into his palms, and the spiritual power rolled and surged, like a thousand huge waves and the surrounding void roared wildly, and the air was trembling slightly.

Many people secretly slammed their tongues, Xia Cheng's heritage is really profound, Lin Kunpeng is quite low-key, few people know his strength, and his limelight is all covered by Xia Luo, until today it shows his strength.

Lin Kunpeng slapped it with a palm, and suddenly the waves of qi roared, and the spiritual power turned into a monstrous wave on his palm, exuding a brilliant streamer, with an overwhelming fierce aura, and slapped it fiercely at Jun Molin.

Looking at the roaring waves of palm prints, Jun Molin's eyes condensed slightly, he raised his palm, and a touch of thunder light jumped in his palm, like a thunder python, and suddenly, the thunder roared.

Rumble!

In an instant, an incomparable thunderbolt rose into the sky, with endless destruction intent, and in an instant, it collided with the palm print made by the huge wave of spiritual power!

Whew!

Where the thunder light passed, the palm prints cracked inch by inch, and then turned into a rich spiritual power and dispersed. Immediately afterwards, the thunder light trend did not decrease, and it blasted towards Lin Kunpeng!

Lin Kunpeng's face suddenly became solemn, and he turned his gun into a gun, carrying a fierce gun intent, pointing directly at the thunder.

Rumble!

The thunder slammed into it, erupting with a roar, and then the thunder destroyed the gun's intent like a withering and decaying blast, and then bombarded its chest with a furious bombardment.

Poof!

Lin Kunpeng's chest collapsed slightly, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his figure suddenly flew upside down like an arrow from the string, and then fell heavily on the edge of the ring.

"You lost. ”

Jun Mo stood with his hands in his hands, and a domineering intention was revealed in an instant, just like a young king!

"Jun Molin, I'm sorry, for the sake of my relatives... That's all I can do..."

Lin Kunpeng's eyes were full of struggle, and then he gritted his teeth violently, and a small needle with a whole body like ink appeared in his hand.

When Jun Mo Lin was surprised why Lin Kunpeng's eyes were showing the meaning of struggle, he suddenly saw a small black shadow shooting towards his chest, and the speed seemed to be about to cut through the void!

At this moment, Jun Molin's body was full of golden light, extremely bright, as if he wanted to compete with the sun, moon and stars.

Laugh at!

In the next moment, the black needle rushed towards the dark and violent fluctuations to the golden light of its protective body, constantly rotating and trying to pierce the golden light, and burst out with a piercing sound.

"What's that!"

"Did you even use a hidden weapon?"

"Oh my God, that's... That's a poisonous secret weapon to poison the needle! What a vicious method!"

The people in the field discussed it separately, the poison killing needle was forged by an evil practitioner, and it was integrated into a hundred highly poisonous, even if the strong people in the river realm were hit by it, they were afraid that they would die in an instant.

"Drink!"

Jun Mo Lin snorted violently, and the golden light around his body flashed, this poisonous needle actually made him feel a little tricky, and the golden light became more and more intense, extremely gorgeous, making people unable to look at it directly, as if turning into a round of oven sun in front of him.

Click!

The poison killing needle suddenly broke under this rich golden light, and fell on Yan Wutai, and the terrifying shock wave caused Lin Kunpeng to fall directly off the stage.

Hiss~

Then there was a piercing sound from the martial arts stage, and the hard table was actually corroded by this poisonous needle and bursts of black smoke came out!

When many people saw this scene, they felt that their scalps were numb, and if they were to play, they would definitely fall under this needle.

Jun Mo Lin glanced at Lin Kunpeng coldly, this guy actually wanted to take his life, he crossed the martial arts platform, and slowly walked towards Lin Kunpeng, with every step he took, the coercion became more and more powerful, and the domineering meaning was dense in the space around him.

Lin Kunpeng felt that he was not facing a young man, but a human emperor.

"Why do you want to do this?" Jun Molin asked in a cold voice as he looked down at Lin Kunpeng.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm willing to fight with my life after the game, but please settle my parents. Lin Kunpeng's eyes were full of guilt, and he spat out a mouthful of blood again and said.

"Your life is still for yourself, your parents, you still need to honor yourself. ”

The coldness in Jun Molin's eyes dissipated and he said indifferently, and then walked towards the seat of Qingyang City.

"For, why?" Lin Kunpeng's eyes were full of incomprehension, he couldn't figure out why he wanted Jun Molin's life, but Jun Molin spared him.

"The struggle in your eyes saved you, if not, you would have fallen on the stage. An indifferent voice came from afar, and Jun Molin's figure had disappeared.

Hearing this voice, the shame in Lin Kunpeng's eyes became even more solemn, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person fainted.

"Damn, you can't even kill him like this!"

"Rubbish, it's all rubbish!"

At the seat of Xia Cheng, Xia Luo's eyes were full of killing intent, his plan was once again in vain, Jun Molin was still promoted intact, he wanted to win the championship, I am afraid it will still be very difficult!

Jun Molin returned to his seat, a trace of murderous aura flashed in his eyes, Lin Kunpeng should have been coerced by someone to use such a ruthless method.

Thinking of the killing intent in Xia Luo's eyes before, he felt more and more that yesterday's assassination was related to Xia Cheng.

"Is this because I'm afraid I'm getting in the way?"

"Xiacheng Xiahou Yuan, Xialuo, you... It's really, looking for death!"

After figuring it out, Jun Molin's heart surged, and the violent killing intent caused the temperature of the air around him to drop sharply. made Li Changfeng and the others feel a chill in their bodies.