Everyone in the audience felt that their brains were not enough.

Liang Yunshan was defeated, and he was crushed!

Not dreaming, right?

One waste, two moves defeated the famous Liang Yunshan, no, in fact, it only took one move!

Because, after that punch was blasted out, Liang Yunshan had lost his combat power.

"You...... You actually refined the eight hairsprings?" Liang Yunshan looked shocked.

And what shocked him even more was that the other party's eight hairsprings beat his own ten hairsprings, like a withering and decaying!

"Who else...... Think I'm playing fake boxing?" Liang Teng ignored Liang Yunshan at all, and stood on the high platform and spoke slowly.

There was a dead silence in the room.

Lu Gao, Qian Ping, and all the people who were shouting just now were like ostriches, lowering their heads deeply, eager to hide in the soil, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

The scene just now, like a hurricane, tore apart all their arrogance, leaving only shock and fear.

This is a awesome character who overturned Liang Yunshan with one punch, he just kept screaming about waste, it's over, it's over...... At this moment, they really want to smack themselves in the mouth.

Liang Teng smiled slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, and a feeling of pretending to be forced to the extreme rose in his heart, it was really cool!

"What about you?" Liang Teng turned his gaze to the fighters on the tiger skin chairs.

The fighters sitting on the tiger skin chair looked left and right, and then one by one they began to clear their throats, straighten their clothes, and directly switch from pretending mode to busy mode.

Even a master like Liang Yunshan was beaten half to death, who would dare to come up to fight, unless he was crazy.

Liang Teng nodded, turned his gaze to Liang Yunshan, and was about to speak, Liang Yunshan hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll come by myself!"

After speaking, he immediately held ten yuan beads in his hand, hissed, and quickly filled with vitality, ready to hand them to Liang Teng.

"Enough trouble. A cold voice suddenly came, "It's just taking advantage of other people's contempt for you, taking the lead, and daring to be rampant!"

On the wide tiger skin chair, the tall man in purple slowly stood up, revealing a cold gaze.

"Jian Feng! purple-clothed disciple!"

The audience suddenly became active.

"And Jian Feng, the big brother of the town, why did you forget him?"

"That's right, Liang Teng was indeed suspected of a sneak attack just now, and in a head-on battle, Jian Feng will definitely crush him!"

Brother Zhenchang is the biggest reliance on the existence of the black field, and he is also the strongest person in the entire black field, who dares to mess up the order of the black field, as long as the big brother of the town makes a move, all of them will be subdued!

Liang Teng rolled his eyes, and grabbed Yuanzhu from Liang Yunshan's hand, "Say I'm rampant? Who are you?" Dressed like a purple potato, Lao Tzu hates pretending to be forced the most. ”

Wow!

The audience is crazy, dare to talk to Jian Feng like this, I really don't want to live.

Only the cultivation of at least twelve gossamers is qualified to become a purple-clothed disciple, become the pillar of the family, reward weapons, learn secret methods, and give fiefs!

Liang Teng, a gray-clothed disciple, dared to be arrogant in front of the purple-clothed disciple, he was really tired.

Jian Feng's tall figure slowly walked towards the high platform, and his powerful aura shocked the entire space, winning the respectful gaze of the audience.

Originally, he just wanted to teach Liang Teng a lesson, but now, this person must die!

His eyes were as cold as ice, he slowly took off his purple cloak, and said word by word: "Before my purple clothes land, see if you still have the life to continue to be arrogant......"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was shocked.

It is said that before Jian Feng made a move, he would first throw the purple clothes into the air, and kill the opponent with one move before the purple clothes hit the ground, and at this time, the purple clothes had just fallen into his hands.

The purple clothes returned, and the opponent was dead.

"Wow, it's really 666, it's awesome!" Liang Teng pretended to be surprised and stretched out his hand to compare a 666.

He'd seen someone pretending to be forced, but he'd never seen anyone pretend to be forced to this extent.

And everyone in the audience has already regarded Liang Teng as a dead person, and before he died, he made some gestures that he didn't know what to do, this is stupid, right?

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Jian Feng moved, only to see his right hand raised, under the vibration of vitality, the purple clothes soared up wildly, flying into the air, and under the cover of the purple clothes, Jian Feng's tall figure looked so evil and crazy.

Twelve gossamers hissed and entwined in his hands, sending out a powerful coercion, and Jian Feng shook his hands, as if holding a heaven and earth, and suddenly attacked Liang Teng.

Rumble!

The huge sound of vitality collision set off a strong wind on the high platform, and the people who blew couldn't open their eyes, this time the move was much stronger than Liang Yunshan's appearance just now.

The vitality was scattered, and after a while, the violent aura calmed down.

When everyone opened their eyes, their first reaction was that they all stretched their necks.

Liang Teng only took a step back, not dead!

But Jian Feng's purple clothes didn't land, but was blown by the strong wind just now and flew higher.

"That, I see that the clothes haven't landed yet, let's continue, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry. Liang Teng looked up at the purple clothes flying high and coughed lightly.

Jian Feng's pupils shrank.

This guy didn't die, and why was his defense so strong?

"Hmph! I must have worn a defensive object, I'll kill you anyway!"

Jian Feng saw the purple clothes that were about to fall again, his eyes were full of murderous intent, a Ma Yuechuan, but his hands were using the move of an eagle pecking at the stream, and attacked Liang Teng's chest.

Liang Teng was not in a hurry, a fish playing lotus bypassed, and then used a turtle rock defense, and from time to time an eagle pecked the stream, bending his hand into a hook to peck at the other party, yin and tricky, making Jian Feng stumble, and he was a little embarrassed.

And the purple clothes are about to fall.

"Ahhh

Jian Feng was going crazy.

He had killed a lot of monks, but he had never seen something like Liang Teng.

The body is strong, the playing style is a scoundrel, you can't kill at once, but you don't take the initiative to attack, and you don't leak any flaws, the key is, special...... My purple clothes are about to fall.

If you pretend to be forced by yourself, how can you hold on!

"Give me death!"

Jian Feng suddenly let out a low roar, his hands stretched forward suddenly, and the vitality light surrounded, as if his whole body had increased in a circle, with a sense of anger, he came straight towards Liang Teng, like a crazy bear, every time he took a step, the high platform shook.

"Xiong Shake Mountain!"

Someone in the audience shouted in shock.

Xiong Shashan, the super powerful attack move in the Ming Fist, ordinary monks can't use it at all, even if it's a purple-clothed disciple, very few people can use this move!

It is said that in the Great Liang Clan, only Liang Shaoze, the first person in the Taichu Realm, would make this move, and he used this trick to kill four Ye Xiu who besieged him.

And Jian Feng can even use the bear to shake the mountain!

Everyone present was stunned.

Xiong Shaking Mountain's fist wind can envelop the entire high platform, and it is not something that Yu Xilian can bypass at all, or use turtle rock to defend.

This time, Liang Teng has no escape, he will die!

Ten meters, five meters, two meters......

Just when Xiong Shaoshan's powerful fist wind was about to envelop Liang Teng, I saw him smile indifferently, "Xiong Shaoshan, huh...... Fortunately, I have also studied Mingquan. ”

After saying a word, the vitality on Liang Teng's body suddenly surged, and eight black gossamers suddenly appeared like swirling tentacles.

There was a long roar on the high platform, Liang Teng's body rose from the ground, his hands became claws, like a real dragon born out of nowhere, with an indomitable breath, breaking through this side of the world, no one can stop it!

"Is this ......?"

"Ming Quan Seventh Style...... Dragon Breaker!"

"The last move of the Ming Fist Seven Styles, how is it possible!"

In the seven styles of Ming Boxing, the fish plays lotus, Ma Yuechuan, the turtle turns into rocks, the tiger explores the abyss, the eagle pecks the stream, even if it is the sixth type of Xiong Shashan, there are people who can use it.

However, the Seventh Form Dragon Breaking Heaven had never been seen before! It was said that only a monk in the Transformation Realm could barely use this move.

Roar!

The wind was howling, as if there was a faint dragon roar.

Jian Feng's face changed greatly, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his footsteps stopped abruptly, but the power of Liang Teng's violent claws had already bombarded, and he had no choice but to use all his strength to block it with the trick of shaking the mountain.

Rumble!

The first claw directly shattered the vitality around Jian Feng's body.

Rumble!

With the second claw, Jian Feng was instantly blown away and hit the rope railings around the high platform like a broken sack.

Click!

The rope fence couldn't bear it, and it broke in an instant, and Jian Feng's body was castrated, and he directly crashed into one of the top pillars of the black field.

With a click, the roof beam column was knocked out of the crack, causing the top of the entire space to shake violently.

At the same time, the ground of the casino above the black field also shook suddenly.

"Oh my God, there's an earthquake!"

Everyone was shocked, hugged their heads and screamed, and fled, dice dominoes, gold beads, scattered everywhere.

Everyone had a look of fear on their faces, and they didn't understand why there was a violent shaking in the ground.

Inside the Black Square.

The sand was flying, and after a while, the dust settled, and everyone was discouraged, but no one cared about slapping.

They all looked like they were petrified, staring blankly at Jian Feng, who had fallen to the ground, and the purple clothes on the ground, which had long been shattered.

And the figure standing on the stage has become like a ghost.