Zhang Ziliang's voice was strong and powerful, and the words "war" spit out, and the bell that gradually subsided resounded again!

At this sound, the face of the old man in the phalanx of the ancient martial arts family was condensed.

This is a martial artist whose martial arts are almost transformed into a realm!

Zhang Ziliang has not shown his strength in the rivers and lakes for nearly fifteen years. In the ring today, in the face of the coercion of the ancient martial arts family, this breath finally came out of his chest!

He wants to shout out the majesty of the martial arts world in Shengjing City for the next series of bloody battles! He wants to tell everyone that thirty years ago, Yu Shuanglong alone carried the entire Shengjing City. Now, he's going to be one of them, too!

In the martial arts world of Huatianguo, every master of Huajin is a nuclear weapon-like existence.

Even in the face of sharp firearms, the master of chemical strength can still advance and retreat freely. As long as you are not forced to a dead corner that is difficult to dodge by many gunmen, it means that you will not die!

This is why Yu Shuanglong has lived in seclusion in Nanshan Villa for thirty years and has never made a move, but whether it is the military, the local government, the four major families, or the ancient martial arts family, they dare not treat him as an old man who is about to die.

That's why Hua Qingshan can come and go freely in the barracks without any control!

Just because, they are invincible masters of chemical strength!

And Zhang Ziliang is only a thin line away from this realm.

Before Zhang Ziliang's tail dissipated, the two hundred martial artists stood up synchronously and let out an angry roar: "Fight!" ”

In the fighting arena of the Divine Fist Ring, the air is agitated, and the fighting spirit is like a flame soaring into the air, scorching hot and wild!

Thirty years have passed, and the war has once again begun.

To survive! For the dignity of the martial artist! War!

"The thirty-year covenant, with martial arts and gambling wars, determines the right of the ancient martial arts family to speak in the martial arts world of Shengjing City! Twenty consecutive battles, begin! ”

Zhang Ziliang printed these words on the fighting arena almost word by word.

Twenty battles in a row, the martial artist who appears must be within thirty years old. In other words, the two sides must send newcomers who have not experienced that tragic war at all!

It's not about force, it's about the inheritance of martial arts, and new hope!

The thin old man of the Gu Wu family let out a long breath, as if he wanted to drive away all the depression that had been suppressed on him. Slowly got up and looked in the direction of Yu Shuanglong.

"Master Yu, please!"

Yu Shuanglong Huo Ran got up, there was no joy or sorrow in his voice, only infinite confidence.

"Chen Feng, the first ten games of the town, play!"

One person, fight in a row, and fight ten times!

This is Yu Shuanglong's disciple, this is the arrogance of Nanshan Villa! You just have to come, I just have to kill!

Chen Feng, who was sitting on the top of the collapse, rose in response, walked to the front of the stage in a few steps, and a vertical body, like a dragon out of the water, had firmly stood in the ring of the Divine Fist!

The eyes are clear, there is no excitement before the fight, and there is no solemnity before the war. Chen Feng stood with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering with the breeze, like a passer-by walking in the green.

Lian Xiaofeng's face became more and more solemn. He has stepped into Huajin for ten years, and his eyes are extremely sharp. Chen Feng in the ring has no resemblance to Yu Shuanglong when he was young!

One is as indifferent as the wind, and the other is as strong as a tiger. But Chen Feng stood there, and in Lian Xiaofeng's eyes, he gradually merged with the figure in the nightmare.

This is not a young Yu Shuanglong, this is a completely independent person, a martial artist with a very different personality, but with the same responsibilities as Yu Shuanglong!

"Fierce Tiger Gate, leave the fire, fight!"

Lian Xiaofeng didn't look back, his voice was cold, but he secretly clenched his fists.

In the first battle of the opening, he must not become a disciple of Yu Shuanglong and a stage to show off his strength. Lian Xiangfeng sent out the top five in strength among the thirty young grandmasters he brought!

Lihuo, at the age of twenty-seven, at the age of thirteen, he stepped into the threshold of the Dark Energy Grandmaster, and experienced a hundred battles. Even in the circle of the ancient martial arts family, he can still be regarded as a brave and invincible warrior!

When fighting boxing, Lihuo never knew the word retreat, and there was only this one word "win" in his dictionary!

The environment on the mountain is harsh, and every famous young genius grows up in blood and fire. Lian Xiangfeng felt that Chen Feng, who lived in the city, under the prestige of Yu Shuanglong, even if he had superb martial arts, would never have so many opportunities for bloody battles. He may not even have experienced what a real death is.

He decided, with blood, to suppress Elegance.

Leave the fire, tighten the belt around your waist, and go on stage steadily. When the arms are flipped slightly and the muscles bulge, the loose cloth clothes bulge high.

The gong sounds.

Half a step back from the right leg of the fire, the body fell down, the center of gravity fell on the left foot, the two hands slightly poked out into claws, and the sharp nails flashed with cold light!

Like a hungry tiger staring at its prey, a fishy wind seems to blow in the ring out of thin air.

Chen Feng lifted his right foot, leaned forward with his left hand, hid his right hand at his waist, and leaned forward slightly. It is the gesture of the "Qianlong Dragon", the cloud dragon probes the claws!

The punishment of the dragon generation is always the first to poke out a claw to warn, and then the real thunderous blow.

Chen Feng's pile has already stood up with the momentum of Yu Shuanglong.

Qianlong nine potential, heavy meaning but not heavy shape. Even Lin Ruochen has not fully seen it. He only knew that that day in Nanshan Villa, Yu Shuanglong relied on this gesture to push him back three steps!

In the dark boxing match, Lin Ruochen attacked first, and Chen Feng did not unleash Qianlong's fist intent.

But now this stop is dignified and natural, as if every corner of this ring is under his control!

After two seconds away from the fire, he kicked the ground hard with his left foot, and he pounced forward!

The tiger hurts people, and this pounce is the key.

The momentum of the forward pounce is fierce and violent, bringing a fishy wind to whistling, vowing to dissipate your mind!

Leaving the fire, he exerted his strength with his left leg alone, and his waist relaxed, forming an arc in mid-air. The body seemed to stretch a little, and the claws were already handed to Chen Feng's chest.

Chen Feng's right foot stepped down suddenly, his left hand clenched his fingers into a fist, and the right hand hidden in his waist came first, smashing into the two claws of Lihuo!

The four hands intersected, and the tiger claws from the fire had already clasped Chen Feng's fist, and the five fingers were about to scratch his hands.

The loose waist suddenly tightens and twists violently!

Pounce on the prey, and the momentum will be lifted, no matter how huge the prey is, it will be overturned by the tiger to the ground, waiting for death to come.

Chen Feng's five fingers of both hands suddenly flicked away, resisted the veins of the fire, forcibly broke his two claws, and sent him sideways to his shoulders, straining his rotating power, his feet were like nails in place, and he didn't move!

pounced and lifted, did not make any contributions, nodded violently from the fire, and smashed his forehead into Chen Feng's arms. The right leg, which was dragging behind him, rolled upside down and swept towards Chen Feng's neck.

Most of the ancient martial arts of the Huatian Kingdom are created from animal fighting.

The well-designed triple attack from the fire is the most powerful means when the tiger pounces on food.

After a pounce, the tiger tail followed up with a cut, which is the most violent blow in the entire killer combination!

This is similar to Lin Ruochen's snake tail whip.

The essence of the snake's tail whip lies in its strength and skillful timing, and it is often shot head-on, which is where the enemy is difficult to defend.

The cut from the fire slightly brings out some angles, and there is a sense of cutting in it.

Therefore, the snake's tail is like a whip, breaking thousands of pounds of boulders, and the tiger's tail is like a scissor, breaking the world's rigidity!

This cut came out, like a knife, and the sharp sound of the wind made a scream.

Chen Feng suddenly lowered his head, like an unpredictable prophet, and by sending his shoulder sideways, his body twisted in the air, and his left foot also rolled up, smashing into the fire!

Lin Ruochen in the audience stood up.

What Chen Feng performed in battle turned out to be his killer move of turning over and receiving the snake's tail whip!

Different from the fierce and domineering he exerted, when Chen Feng used this move, he collected a little bit of strength, but he had more precise control over the angle and landing point.

Chic, elegant, and unique Chen Feng's own aura.

Chen Feng's snake tail whip and the tiger tail from the fire were cut off, and they just collided together!

The dark energy of both sides flourished at the same time, and when the flesh collided with the ground, sweat splashed.

There was not much difference in strength, and each was repelled by more than three steps.

The problem is that Chen Feng's whip has collected a little bit of strength.

Although he landed at the same time, he was still adjusting his center of gravity and reorganizing his moves, Chen Fa pointed to the ground with his right foot, quickly drew a semicircle under his feet, and his body was already in the air, gliding!

It's Lin Ruochen's usual method again, driving the rain and turning into a dragon!

Standing up from the fire, Chen Feng's body had already chased after him, in mid-air, and his left hand had reached out, clasping his right shoulder.

With a shock from the fire shoulder, the dark energy was sent out again, and Chen Feng's left hand grabbed it, but he was no longer able to block the punch that Chen Feng's back hand followed!

The punch wasn't heavy, but it hit him three points straight down in the heart.

Lihuo only felt that in his chest, his heart contracted violently, and under the strong shock of his diaphragm, strong spasms, his abdomen was raised, and a loud hiccup came out in response.

With this one hiccup, the shelves of Lihuo's whole body were scattered in an instant, and his body stiffened for half a second!

A master fight, let alone half a second, is a blink of an eye, and it is also fatal.

Chen Feng lifted his left knee and smashed it on his hip bone. The sound of bones cracking resounded in the ring.

Lihuo's body twisted, and he fell on his back.

Chen Feng's left foot stood on the tip of his toe and popped out, just above the cervical spine at the back of his head. As soon as he retreated, Chen Feng brushed the corners of his clothes with both hands, as if he was going to shake off a few grains of dust, and stood five steps away!

The body that left the fire slammed heavily into the ring.

The last kick had already broken his nerves. He was in the air, and he had already closed his eyes unwillingly.

A smile hung on the corner of his mouth, Chen Feng's gaze swept over Lin Ruochen, who was still standing in the audience, and he floated off the stage, sat cross-legged on the previous seat again, and closed his eyes.

This is Chen Feng.

Gestures, chic and uninhibited, even in the face of strong enemies, still swaying freely.

Lin Ruochen shook his head secretly, if he met the current Chen Feng during the dark boxing match, with his state at that time, he would not even have a chance of winning!

Shengjing City has long been said that as long as Chen Feng has seen the moves with his own eyes, between his backhands, he can understand the seven or eight points of true meaning and show it.

Lin Ruochen has always felt that his words were exaggerated. Most of the killing moves are not only a matter of moves, but also include the martial artist's grasp of the battle situation and the fist intent of concentrating on cultivation. How can anyone be self-taught?

But now Lin Ruochen knows that this legend is not only not overrated, but has even underestimated Chen Feng's understanding.

The dragon and snake are transformed freely, without any jerkiness, and perfectly integrate his killing moves into his fist intent!

Who dares to match such a Chen Feng?

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