Summoner's Rift, down the road.

A young monk clasped his hands and slowly walked out of the red camp.

He was dressed in cloth and shoes, and his face was full of energy, faintly like a treasure flowing, like a pearl and jade, naturally shining.

The solemn face of the treasure also has a kind and easy-going meaning, so that people can look at it for a while, and then give birth to "admiration and closeness".

He walked slowly, nodded and smiled, as if he were a true attained monk. However, when he reached the junction of the troops, he turned his hands into palms, and a "flame knife" beheaded a blue reincarnation on the spot.

After killing this reincarnation in seconds, he also held the orb and said "Amitofor".

Seeing this scene, Wang Feng of the lower road Lan Fang immediately couldn't sit still, and came to the monk with a leap, "Onion, you made waves in the middle lane before!" Countless disputes have been set off! ”

"Wang, I also want to meet you!"

Hearing this, the red onion still smiled lightly, "Then we have to see how many catties you have!" ~”

Wang Feng said that his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, his right palm drew a circle, and with a snort, he pushed forward.

"Humph! Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Dragon, Kanglong has regrets. ”

As soon as the connoisseur stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

Facing Wang Feng's strong painting style, the onion head retracted and smiled, his hands kept changing, and he punched out in a dazzled manner.

This seemingly ordinary punch slowly rushed forward, and along the way, it carried the energy that distorted the air flow, and it was able to block Wang Feng's palm.

Where the two fists met, a swollen wind erupted, blowing away all the small soldiers on both sides and pushing them away.

"You really have two hits, which is worth my Wang's full strength."

"The poor monk is not talented, and he is willing to learn from His Excellency."

"Eighteen palms of the dragon descend, or leap into the abyss."

Wang Feng no longer held back his strength, took a breath, exhaled, his left palm reached forward, and his right palm pierced out from under his left palm, hitting the onion head and abdomen.

The onion head urged the exercises, and the palms drew circles, and they actually used the moves used by Wang Feng, and Kang Long regretted it.

This is actually a small Wuxianggong move, its power is powerful, there is no form, there is no trace. As long as you have this skill, and then know the moves of other martial arts, relying on its power, you can imitate other people's mastery and even be very similar to the original, and it is difficult for a layman to distinguish.

The palms of the two exchanged hands again, and then they separated, each taking a step back.

"If you can imitate my moves, then try this trick again."

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, Frost and Ice Arrival."

Wang Feng took a breath at the moment, raised his elbows slightly up, and hit his right fist and left palm directly, hitting the horizontal push, one fast and one slow. In one move, the combination of rigidity and softness, positive and negative, is really wonderful.

Seeing such moves, Onion had no choice but to bend his arms forward and turn his hands into shields to resist Wang Feng's endless fists.

Under this set of attacks, even the arm of the onion head that had been strengthened by the Yi Jin Jing Gong was still full of flesh and blood.

"Your Excellency, good kung fu!"

"The reincarnation of the red side, go together, the other party is very strong, you don't have to keep your hands!"

This is a space battlefield, not a private gambling fight, seeing that he can't win Wang Feng, Onion immediately called his friends and planned to attack him in groups.

"Big Brother Wang Feng, let's help you."

Seeing this, the reincarnators on the blue side also rushed forward to help one by one.

A lesson from the road ahead, once the big guy dies, there are no eggs under the nest.

"No, you stay in the outer tower and protect the speakers."

Seeing the dense crowd of more than 20 red reincarnators in front of him, Wang Feng was not afraid, raised his hand and threw out a sci-fi sound and threw it back.

As soon as the stereo was turned on, an impassioned piece of music instantly sounded.

The entire lower road was covered by this majestic BGM, which made all the members of the blue camp enthusiastic when they heard it.

And after Wang Feng heard this BGM, he was even more terrifying, his hair was all open, and a visible energy continued to escape from his body.

As the sound of the music continued to sound up and down, Wang Feng's momentum seemed to rise without limits.

"Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, Shocking a Hundred Miles!"

Wang Feng's whole body was full of energy, and his robe was constantly bulging under the deep internal force, as if there was a hair dryer blowing in his robe. Then he lifted his breath with both hands, and pushed his palms forward as his robe flipped over.

The onion suddenly felt a gust of wind cover his body, and knew that something was wrong.

Before he could make any means of resistance, the face ghost beast that had been shocked by Wang Feng's move was ten meters away.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, Flying Dragon in the Sky."

Wang Feng jumped into the air and struck high.

As soon as the onion head woke up and vomited a mouthful of blood, when he looked up, he saw Wang Feng falling from the sky under a palm cover.

The onion's head shattered into an indescribable shape like a burst watermelon.

"It's not good, let's go together."

The reincarnation of the red camp joined forces when they landed, and various skills came one after another, heading towards Wang Feng.

"It's good to come!"

"Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, Divine Dragon Swinging Tail."

Wang Feng heard the sound of the wind behind him, and he already felt a slight feeling on his clothes, and at this moment, he slashed horizontally with his backhand, and a palm wind pushed forward.

Under the joint efforts of the red side, they were all blown away by this palm, and even the skill belt was blown away, scattered all over the place in different postures.

"Good.... It's so strong..."

A trash fish reincarnation from the blue faction spoke everyone's mind.

The power of one person to defeat twenty reincarnators of the same level is terrifying!

"Your Excellency Wang Feng, be careful!"

A sharp-eyed Blue Reincarnation reminded loudly.

It turned out to be a red reincarnation who fell to the ground, taking advantage of Wang Feng's restrained hands, and brazenly launched a sneak attack.

"The young man can only do this evil way."

Wang Feng's eyes flashed with light, his spirit suddenly perked, and his left palm slapped out, and it was the eleventh palm of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending [suddenly].

A palm hit the abdomen of the comer, directly creating a huge circular blood hole, through which the red camp could be seen still lying on the ground.

Just when Wang Feng's fist was stuck in the body of a reincarnation.

Suddenly, there was a "boom", and a constantly teleporting figure appeared on the battlefield, and within a few seconds, this figure flashed more than twenty times and then disappeared.

"What was that just now, the enemy's strong man?"

A blue reincarnation who had strengthened his eyesight saw the figure constantly flashing, but every time he looked over, he was dazzled by the reflected sword light, and he didn't look too closely for the sake of caution.

Immediately, Wang Feng raised his hand to stop his conjecture.

"No need to probe any further! It's a friendly army. ”

As soon as Wang Feng's words fell, the reincarnators of the red camp who had been knocked to the ground by Wang Feng all slipped their heads and their heads were in different places.

"Boom."

I don't know who took the lead and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then everyone followed suit.

Luckily, it's a friendly powerhouse...

Although the appearance can't be captured with the naked eye, since he killed the other side, it must be his own person.

Fortunately, it's my own people, otherwise I don't know how to die when I encounter this kind of opponent.

Absolute!

You must not go out of the tower.

People are in the tower, and the tower is in the people.

"I didn't capture him just now."

Wang Feng has always been proud, but when he recalled the speed that he couldn't capture just now, he still felt ashamed, at least in terms of speed, he didn't think he was an opponent.

Hearing Wang Feng's frank admission, everyone on the blue side looked up to Wang Feng even more, and he could still not lose his heart in the face of the stronger, and his growth potential was huge.

Moreover, the dazzling eighteen dragon-descending palms just now are still lingering in everyone's minds, and they are listed as one of the most powerful bosses in the outer city by everyone.

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