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The immovable Ming King Seal dealt with the king of Southeast Asian fighting, but he did not fall behind, King Kong was angry, the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, Shura was bloodthirsty, and the Buddhist exercises were mainly based on Haoran and fierce, and those who practiced the body were naturally no exception. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burn ^ Text ^ Library]

Bump, a huge crashing sound, resounded in the air, the confrontation between the bodies, far more cruel than weapons, a peak practitioner, every part of the body, can become a deadly weapon.

The crackling sound of the seal shattering, and in the void of the earthquake, there were mysterious ripples, and the bodies of the two finally ushered in the first confrontation.

Two muffled snorts rang out at the same time, and the first blow turned out to be evenly divided.

Xiao Fan twisted his wrist, adjusted the discomfort of his wrist, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his figure rushed out like a shock, and the air around his body showed a slight unusual fluctuation at Xiao Fan's extreme speed, which showed how much force Xiao Fan's blow had.

The king of Southeast Asian martial arts, standing on the ground with his feet in a figure of eight, his hands spread, a pair of eyes, with a touch of essence, looked at Xiao Fan who appeared above him, from top to bottom.

Bang, a figure fell heavily to the ground, the body of the king of Southeast Asian martial arts had withdrawn a few feet away, Xiao Fan's body, like a shadow, punched through the sky.

Roaring the head of the king of Southeast Asian fighting, the head of the king of Southeast Asian fighting was slightly offset, Xiao Fan's fist blade brushed his shoulder, the original bleeding wound, under the fist wind, was torn again, and Xiao Fan's punch that had not been withdrawn fell into the hands of the king of Southeast Asian fighting, his fingers became claws, holding Xiao Fan's arm, and roared, Xiao Fan, who was standing in place, was pulled up by the king of Southeast Asian fighting out of thin air, and then, he fell heavily behind him, Xiao Fan's figure was still in the air and was about to land, his toes were light, But it was on the knee of the king of Southeast Asian martial arts, and his figure fell steadily to the ground, and his footsteps turned, leaning against the mountain and approaching.

The king of Southeast Asian martial arts let go of Xiao Fan's hand, slapped his palm violently, and patted it on Xiao Fan's shoulder, Xiao Fan's shoulder was numb, and the offensive stopped abruptly, but the king of Southeast Asian martial arts was under this huge force, taking more than a few steps back, and the ground under his feet became cracked inch by inch.

Xiao Fan twisted his paralyzed shoulders, but on the face of the king of Southeast Asian martial arts, a smile of conspiracy appeared, not giving Xiao Fan any chance, and when the figure was still crumbling, he rushed towards Xiao Fan regardless of the churning qi and blood.

"Hmph," Xiao Fan snorted coldly, it was a life-and-death struggle, and at this time, he naturally couldn't afford to retreat in the slightest.

The fists collided, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, on the other hand, the king of Southeast Asian martial arts was not much better, but the blood stains on the corner of his mouth became a thick smear, and the wound that was originally stabbed by Huang Quan also splashed out a trace of blood at the same time.

Xiao Fan's shoulder, which was originally paralyzed, became a little unconscious, "Look at how much blood you can flow." Xiao Fan looked at the king of Southeast Asian martial arts and smiled coldly.

The king of Southeast Asian martial arts smiled, "Let's see who can survive to the end." ”

The words fell, and between the two, they fought again.

This battle, starting from noon, has been fought to Huangquan, the two of them have already shown fatigue at this moment, Xiao Fan's shoulders have long been unconscious, and he doesn't know how much blood he vomited, and on the other hand, the king of Southeast Asian martial arts, is not much better, panting, a pair of eyes are full of bloodshots, like a desperate beast, is doing the last dying struggle, up and down his body, has already been stained red with blood, breathing, has become short.

At this time, the two sides are completely supported by a will, and whoever can't hold it first means that whoever loses first.

And the battle is fought to this extent, the winner lives, and the loser dies, which is already a foregone conclusion.

Of the two people, one of them has to fall down in the end.

"Boy, today, you're dead." The king of Southeast Asian martial arts looked at Xiao Fan and smiled.

Bang, a fist hung down on his chest, and he forcibly raised a breath of blood, and his figure appeared in front of Xiao Fan's eyes like lightning, at this time, there was still such a speed, and such a powerful attack power, I am afraid that this is already the last breath left by the king of Southeast Asian martial arts, right? Someone exclaimed.

And what about the man? The man who claims to have countless hole cards in hell, at this moment, is he really at the end of the crossbow, and he is waiting to be killed?

So the eyes of the people watching the battle widened.

Everything just happened between the lightning and flint, and for them, it seemed to be as long as a century, bang, the sound of the fist reflected on the body was clearly audible, Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down, but the king of Southeast Asian martial arts did not have the slightest intention of letting go of Xiao Fan, like a shadow, blow after blow, this is already relying on his instinct to make a move, no way, he has used his last breath, at this time, if you can't kill this man with one blow, then it will definitely be him, and, as a result, or kill by the neck.

A person like him can die of old age or in battle, but he must not allow anyone to cut off his head, even in a big war, since you want to cut off my head, then I must cut off your head first.

What about the son of Tianmen? And what about the man's son?

Killing him will definitely usher in their revenge, but everything is alive to have a chance, if Xiao Fan is killed, then there is really no chance, so at this time, living is the right way.

On the horizon, the remnant sun is like blood, and the last afterglow is shrouded in this land, the king of Southeast Asian martial arts has already felt that he is locked by the number of killing machines, and under the sunset, the desolate and magnificent figure still has no hesitation, rushing towards Xiao Fan, who is wilting and coughing up blood on the ground.

"Death," an earth-shattering roar sounded, and at this moment, the sunset became redder and lower, and half of it was already blocked by the mountain shade, and the hanging afterglow happened to appear on the battlefield of Xiao Fan and the king of Southeast Asian martial arts.

"If you want to kill me, you are still a little short after all, if not, how can I have a chance to kill you, after all, if you want to escape, I can't stop you, but now, you will definitely die." A voice from the Nine Hells rang out.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, in the eyes of everyone, they saw a demon with red eyes, yes, Xiao Fan at this moment, is a demon from hell, with a pair of scarlet eyes, with this evil and violence that does not belong to this world.

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