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PS: Some readers asked in the book review area about the division of the realm in the Meteor Butterfly Sword, and I won't forcibly bring in the world in the original book. In the meteor, King Wanpeng and Uncle are the top level masters, the twelve Fei Peng and the four killers of the Happy Forest are first-class masters, and there is another level between the top and the first-class, which is considered to be a super first-class master, and there is a Sun Jian and Gao Boss for the time being, who else will not spoil for the time being-

This voice was gentle and mellow, and the vicissitudes of life reminded King Wanpeng of the Huadiao wine he had treasured for thirteen years.

Then he smelled a scent.

Blood.

This smell is definitely not unfamiliar to him, no matter how heavy the rain is, no matter how smoky the smell of fat powder is, the smell of blood Wanpeng Wang will definitely not be unable to smell it.

King Wanpeng's face had become very ugly, but the eighteen dancing girls in the hall didn't seem to know anything, and they were still singing and dancing happily on tiptoe.

They never dared to look up at King Wanpeng's face, so they could only keep dancing.

Gently tiptoeing, the youthful and beautiful body is light ~ light like a beautiful poem.

Absolutely no one in this world has ever seen the angry appearance of King Wanpeng.

Because those who have seen it have already died, and they cannot die anymore.

So these eighteen infinitely beautiful girls are also dead, and their smooth and white foreheads are all stuck with a broken porcelain piece.

This piece of broken porcelain was still an intact gold-patterned porcelain teacup from the royal family's collection one moment ago, and it was held in Magneto's hand, and the next moment it had been magically crushed by someone, thrown out as a hidden weapon, and inserted into their foreheads.

"It's really annoying for noisy people."

King Wanpeng shook his hand. Still sitting at the large table, his face had already returned to calm the moment Suliu entered the hall.

"Sit."

He greeted Suliu.

Su Liu was standing next to Xiuniang, of course he didn't sit, but looked at this peerless hero.

He had never seen a person like King Wanpeng.

This man is extremely tall, strong and strong. Like a god-like giant.

Just sitting there is about the same height as anyone else standing.

Although Crazy Nine is similar in size, he is more like a raging bear than him.

King Wanpeng asked, "Are you looking at me?" ”

Su Liu said lightly: "You should be the King of Wanpeng, I killed your seven hall masters just now, and now I am looking at you." ”

Whoever is insulted like this will surely rise into anger and want to kill.

But King Wanpeng only let out a soft "oh", and he laughed. laughed and laughed: "Those who can be killed by others are definitely not my right-hand men, they are all waste, and if they die, they will die, there is no pity." ”

Su Liu asked curiously: "Feipeng Fort is very quiet, except for the big men who decorate the façade on all sides, I haven't found any patrol forts, is the defender too weak?" ”

"Doesn't Gongziyu understand the truth that 'buns have meat and are not folded'?"

King Wanpeng said nonchalantly: "It is enough to have these decorated guards. Except for the large army that came to attack me, I pressed the elite troops in the middle of the mountain. There were originally twelve iron horse chariots on the top of the mountain, and the blades were as sharp as a glacial river, not to mention people, and even a bird flying in without permission would die. ”

Su Liu nodded, indeed, if it weren't for the outstanding magic move Flying Divine Needle in an instant, it broke through this Iron Horse Ice River Array. The trouble is endless, and the number of people who come is not enough to strangle in a large array.

If Feipeng Fort is three steps and one soldier, and five steps and one pawn, then the King of Wanpeng is not worthy of Su Liu's concern.

Only the countryman would take the whole family property with him.

Xiuniang didn't think so much, she held the corner of Su Liu's clothes. But he thought in his heart: Of course, a person will die when he comes in, but he is already almost a "god", how can a "god" die?

King Wanpeng poured himself tea slowly, and said to Su Liu: "If you can come in to see me, you have already proved that you are a very great young man in the rivers and lakes." ”

He also said with interest: "Gongziyu, you killed the golden gun Li Qishi in Luoyang, others don't know, but I understand you, you still have such a subordinate as Zhou Dabeard." ”

"Yes."

Su Liu nodded and said calmly, not denying it.

Wan Peng Wang swallowed the hot tea in one gulp, tapped the table with his broad fingers, and asked, "Will you accompany me to eat?" ”

Su Liu looked at the boiling hot water in the oil pot and calmly refused, "I'm sorry." ”

"Haha."

King Wanpeng laughed, and actually pressed down the corner of a solid wood table, his eyes suddenly thought of two extremely sharp knives, and threw them over, "Young man, you don't seem to know what you refused?" No one has ever been qualified to sit at a table with me for dinner, today you just need to sit down obediently, the position of the deputy leader of the Feipeng Gang is yours, and when I become the emperor in the future, you will be the head of the world. ”

Wanpeng Wang Fengrui's gaze turned to Xiuniang again, and he sighed regretfully and said: "It seems that the master of Xiaopeng Hall that I have spent a lot of effort cultivating is also your person, very good, very good, young people like beauties, of course I can understand." ”

He looked at Su Liudao tightly: "As long as you vote for me, you will be under one person, above ten thousand, and there will be countless beauties waiting for your favor at that time, and a woman is nothing." ”

Su Liu seemed to think about it very seriously, and still calmly rejected King Wanpeng, "I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to work, but there is a possibility." ”

King Wanpeng had already begun to stand up slowly, and he asked, "What is possible?" ”

Su Liu's eyes were cold, and he smiled and said to him: "You come to vote for me, you can sit in one of the twelve hall masters of my Blue Dragon Society." ”

"Hey-ha!"

King Wanpeng laughed wildly, he laughed, and he had already started.

Su Liu only looked at his hands at this time.

The hands were wide and thick, and they were clenched tightly, as if they were holding a force all the time, ready to knock out those who had offended him.

He smashed the table in front of him to pieces with a single punch, and then the pots and pans fell to the ground. Then, his body was like a golden bird spreading its wings from the clouds. Flew over.

Only then did Su Liu know that Tu Cheng Tu Dapeng seemed to be no longer a Dapeng in front of King Wanpeng, like a chicken.

King Wanpeng's body, a distance of five zhang, was already in front of Su Liu's eyes in an instant.

Collapse!

The two fists suddenly turned into palms in front of Su Liu. The majestic and domineering palms were as powerful as two mountain ranges, tearing through the air, making a violent noise, and pressing straight towards Suliu.

The palms have not yet been attacked, but the fierce and awe-inspiring aura has already rushed towards the face.

Xiuniang, who gave Su Liurou a gentle push on the side and pushed it out more than ten zhang away, also felt this fierce and domineering palm wind, and exclaimed: "Be careful, this is Feipeng Forty-Nine Style Palm Technique!" ”

"Not bad. Fei Peng's forty-nine style started 'angry clouds'. ”

In addition to launching such a palm, King Wanpeng actually had a gap to speak.

"I'm afraid that this way of palming is only afraid that it is the Northern Darkness Kunpeng, flying angrily, and its wings are like the image of clouds hanging from the sky, it is really amazing!"

Su Liu's heart froze slightly, but the arrow that was off the string bounced off the spot, pulled back five or six feet, and fell under the rain curtain.

"I still want to go. Pick me up Fei Peng 49 style! ”

King Wanpeng roared angrily and pressed his palms. But the momentum is not at all, his feet are connected to the ground, and he chases it out wildly, and it snaps. With each step, the floor tiles under his feet stepped out of cracks, and Wanpeng Wang's palms turned over again. The whole person soared up again, and it was a palm in the forty-nine styles of Feipeng, slapping at Su Liu.

This Feipeng Forty-Nine Style came in the rain, and the rain reached the edge of his palm, and it couldn't even fall!

Countless raindrops made balls into his palms. The internal force surged wildly, and with a bang, pushed the ball of water towards Suliu.

Su Liu's left and right hands leaned out together, as if the palm carved from white jade was pressed in the void, and the left hand used the yin and evil techniques of Xuanyin to break the veins, but the right hand made the path of the iron palm gong, one yin and one yang, yin and yang, yin and yang, which happened to be the secret method of unloading strength in the yin and yang mill.

Bang.

The four palms faced each other one after another, and the water balloon had already dispersed into countless splashes, floating in the air.

The palms of King Wanpeng are uncertain, and Kunpeng kills, but the palm is more powerful than the other.

Su Liu's left and right hands are like real dragon probes, and the fierceness of the iron palm is not inferior to the first palm of the golden book, which can be said to be fierce and unrelenting.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in a row, and after dozens of palms in a row, each took three steps back.

These three steps must be retreated.

If the two of them do not retreat, the remaining palm strength of the other party will inevitably remain in the body, causing the breath to be unsmooth. At the time of this life-and-death struggle, any small mistake will be caught by the other party~ and directly beat the opponent to death at this point.

"Happy, happy!"

King Wanpeng was already in a state of madness, and the high crown of hair on his head had fallen to the point where he didn't know where, but his long hair was wet by the rain, condensed into wisps, and stuck to his scalp.

Su Liu is no better, the strength of this Wanpeng King's kung fu is far beyond his expectations!

It is worthy of being a hidden big hand in the world of meteor butterfly swords, and a hero who can compete with the old man.

Just this Feipeng forty-nine style can make him dominate the world.

Guo Jing's dragon palm, the trick lies in the fact that the energy conversion control is particularly exquisite. However, the Feipeng forty-nine style is a murderous martial art created by the king of Wanpeng, and this part of the internal force control may be slightly inferior to the dragon palm, but the fierce killing machine is everywhere, and it is still on it!

This is also the fact that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky.

Xiuniang is also a first-class master in the world, but after witnessing the duel between Su Liu and King Wanpeng, she was directly stunned, "This King of Wanpeng has the same martial arts as ghosts and gods, but Su Liu will definitely defeat him!" ”

Xiuniang's mind was racing, and Su Liu and King Wanpeng naturally had no way of knowing.

Whew.

The two of them had now reached a critical juncture, and the wind in their palms tore through the air, making a wild noise that mingled with the sound of the torrential rain crashing on the ground.

Under the rain curtain, King Wanpeng snorted coldly, suddenly rushed in, and slapped his left hand backhand, like a Jinpeng Izumo probing claw, and quickly buckled Su Liu's wrist vein.

The strong elbow of his right hand sank to the ground, and he only saw the arm sink down, but in an instant, it buckled strangely towards Su Liu's shoulder.

He was going to condense the internal force of his whole body to launch the strongest blow in the Feipeng Forty-Nine Style!

Aiming to tear Suru into two pieces!

Su Liu's eyes tightened, and he roared wildly, and his internal force was raised to the point of no return, and he suddenly turned his palm into a grasp, and his five knuckles exploded, which was clearly an unpretentious but amazingly powerful Shaolin dragon claw hand!

This claw is really like a real dragon's arrogant roaring claw, and it caught the gap between the palms of King Wanpeng at once, and penetrated the strongest blow of the Feipeng Forty-Nine Style! Even the bluestone bricks on the ground had been broken into pieces by the two of them and flew up.

Wan Peng Wang vomited a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Su Liuqian squatted down, his hands quickly linked, not giving him the slightest chance to turn over, and asked, "Do you know where you lost?" ”

"Why?"

King Wanpeng was lying in the rain, his hands and feet were all broken, and his body was still twitching weakly~.

At this time, it seems to be a long-term sick old man who is languishing, in fact, no matter who it is, after being abolished hand and foot tendons and shaking the sea of qi to disperse the internal force, it will be like this.

Su Liu smiled faintly: "Because you are arrogant, you look down on young people too much, and you can't help but think too highly of yourself." (To be continued.) )