Chapter 788: One Man Fights Three Kings!
"Lord of the Slayer?"
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, could it be that the Killing Demon Palace and the Dark Evil Palace were in collusion?!
However, Mu Feng naturally didn't have a good impression of the Killing Demon Hall that had chased him several times, and one day, if his strength was enough, he would definitely be flattened!
"What do you think about my words?"
Obviously, among the three, Silence has the most right to speak.
"Don't think about it. ”
At this time, Mu Feng was not in a hurry and relaxed, since the Dark Evil Palace gave him a big gift, why did he have a reason not to accept it.
"Peak Martial King, where it is, it's not a radish or cabbage. ”
Mu Feng murmured in his heart.
"Hmph, count your kid acquaintance, hand over the magic soldiers, and be captured. In this way, we are glad that we may introduce you to the Holy Palace. ”
The withered leaf, who was scolded just now, said proudly at this time.
"Those who know the times are Junjie, with your fourfold martial king realm, in the hands of the three of us, it is absolutely difficult to fly. ”
Deadwood was cold, and his voice was hoarse.
"Are you idiots?"
"I said I don't have to think about it, I mean, just by virtue of the three of you cows, ghosts, gods and snakes, I also want the master to surrender directly, just kidding. ”
"It's not appropriate to be a good monk, but to be a lackey, I really don't understand what you think. ”
Mu Feng sneered coldly.
"Toast without eating and drinking, see if you can be so sharp in your mouth for a while. ”
"Get out of your sword, stinky boy. ”
Dead leaves screamed.
"You don't deserve it!" Mu Feng said in an indifferent voice.
"Made, look for death!" "Withered Leaf was furious.
Rumble~
Above his body, a powerful aura suddenly erupted, mixed with the spiritual power of the dark demonic qi, mottled but incomparably powerful.
Rumble!
Mu Feng didn't show weakness, and the soles of his feet stomped suddenly.
With a violent trembling sound, the space under his feet exploded layer by layer, and the mountain peaks below directly collapsed.
"This little devil is too strong!"
Next to him, the silence and dead wood that did not participate in the war for the first time, his eyes shrank.
"Aang!"
A loud dragon roar resounded between heaven and earth.
Behind Mu Feng, the giant dragon spread across the sky, spreading for dozens of miles.
The golden scales shine brightly and dazzle.
"Dragons?"
The eyes that were originally indifferent to Silence suddenly became extremely hot, and the color of greed surged wildly.
"Flat fist!"
The unpretentious name came out of the mouth of the dead leaf that pounced on Mu Feng, and it was blasted out with a punch!
Bear!
Without showing weakness, Mu Feng also punched out.
In this punch, Mu Feng did not use any martial arts, any skills, pure physical strength.
He also wanted to try it, nine thousand dragon patterns, what is the strength!
A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the withered leaves, the three of them are all typical ascetics, who have been trained in the desert Gobi and other harsh environments all year round, and their bodies have long been tempered as hard as iron stones.
Coupled with the strong strength of his martial king peak.
It was as if his eyes saw Mu Feng's bones broken and his muscles broken, and he screamed continuously.
Whoa!
The two figures were almost to the extreme, and they collided directly with each other almost just as soon as they saw them move!
Clang!
It was like the sound of gold and iron colliding, and the terrifying energy, centered on the two of them, swept away crazily.
The cumulus clouds in the sky are directly stirred into nothingness!
Knock knock!
The soles of his feet stepped on it, and Mu Feng's figure withdrew hundreds of feet.
The dead leaves, on the other hand, retreated more than ten steps before stopping their figures.
"Hey, boy, what's wrong!"
Withered Leaf grinned, a cruel color crossed his face, the dragon vision that Mu Feng's punch broke out just now, even he was startled.
However, in the real confrontation, he had the upper hand.
"Really?"
The corners of Mu Feng's mouth curled up with an evil arc, and he said indifferently: "Next punch, defeat you!"
"Don't be ashamed!"
The body of the withered leaf flashed, fast as a ghost, and his body was in the void, and his fist blasted out wildly at Mu Feng.
The shadow of the fist is like a mountain!
"Mountain Fist!"
Withered Leaf yelled.
At this time, no one noticed that Mu Feng's fist hidden in the cuff trembled slightly.
Without using a trace of spiritual power just now, Mu Feng's physical body against the peak martial king did not fall much behind, which made Mu Feng very satisfied with the nine thousand dragon patterns.
"Taste it, this punch. ”
Mu Feng's body is like a long bow, with a bowstring at the waist and an arrow at the arm, and he punches it out.
Rise!
The terrifying air current, the harsh screaming sound of stirring air, shook people's scalps!
With Mu Feng's punch, even the stretching dragon roared and roared, turned into golden rays, and injected into it!
Its fist, like a brilliant sun, steamed.
Boom!
The two collided, and Mu Feng's punch was directly like a rainbow through the sun, directly piercing the mountain fist.
"Impossible!"
The withered leaf exclaimed, and the fist still maintained a forward momentum, directly colliding with Mu Feng's punch.
Click, click, click~~
"Ah~~"
A terrible scream like killing a pig came from the mouth of the dead leaf.
Above his right arm, there was a continuous sound of explosions.
"Sixfold Strength!"
Rumble!
The vajra that exuded a cold demonic aura was directly smashed out, directly smashing the arm of the withered leaf that was constantly bursting.
By the way, the dead leaves were smashed into the air, which allowed it to escape the catastrophe!
"Big brother, second brother, kill her for me!"
The dead leaves were like crazy, and the severe pain filled his heart with monstrous anger, and he didn't expect that he would accidentally fall into the path of the young man opposite.
The loss of an arm made his strength plummet!
"Let's do it!"
Dry Silence frowned and said coldly.
He didn't expect that this was just the Martial King Mu Feng of the Quadruple Realm, who was so strong before the French soldiers came out.
"Vajra Pestle!"
The shouting sounded, and the vajra in the withered hand was surging with magic light.
"Half-step mage?"
Mu Feng raised his eyebrows, feeling the fluctuations of the silent Vajra Demon Pestle, and froze slightly.
Obviously, this vajra is a silent natal weapon, which can contain a half-step magic soldier, and this person is definitely a ruthless person.
However, you are stronger!
"Since you have seen the magic soldiers, let you open your eyes!"
With a loud roar, Mu Feng's right hand suddenly clenched.
Recite~
With the sharp sword like tearing the void, a loud sword roar, the magic sword slayer, reappeared!
"Is this a French soldier, it's really powerful!"
Feeling the breath on the demon sword in Mu Feng's hand, there was both awe and heat in his dry eyes.
The body of the Demon Destroying Sword trembled slightly, as if expressing disdain for the Vajra Demon Pestle opposite.
"Slash!"
Mu Feng smiled slightly, and slashed out with a sword.
"Kill!"
The Vajra Demon Pestle, which fused the majestic spiritual power of the two peak martial kings of dead wood and dry silence, was like a huge mountain, wrapped in evil and majestic momentum, and suppressed down.
Laugh at!
The sword light of the demon sword, the blade that opens the sky, slashes upward.
Even, in the void, a trace of the power of the law was wrapped around the sword body.
"Bang!"
In the next moment, two powerful weapons collided together, and there was a muffled sound on the vajra magic pestle, and a large piece was directly cut off!
"What!"
Silence exclaimed!
"As soon as the French soldiers come out, they are all rubbish!"
Mu Feng held the Demon Elimination Sword in his hand, without pausing at all, the sword light was pervasive, and he shrouded away towards a few people on the opposite side!
(End of chapter)