Lin Feng's punch was powerful and heavy.

He hit a double punch that Hong Sihai couldn't bear.

Hong Sihai, who was in the ruins of the property building, fell in the ruins, and there seemed to be no movement at all.

Distance.

Standing in front of the window of the No. 1 Hotel in Los Angeles, observing the battle, Lan Zhan, the vice president of the Immortal Association, and Sun Fang, who was holding a sniper rifle, were all stunned. Fang Cai's scene happened so suddenly that they were all taken aback.

Sniper Sun Fang couldn't help but say.

"How is it possible, isn't Lin Feng already defeated?"

"How could his punch suddenly become so powerful?"

Even if Sun Fang watched that punch from such a distance, his blood was boiling.

Lan Zhan looked into the distance, surprised, thoughtful.

The vice president spoke directly.

"It seems that all of us underestimated this disciple of Mo Ziyan."

"Hong Sihai's strength is indeed very strong, but the root of his strength is the superposition of the power of the martial artist and the power of internal strength."

"In addition, he has mastered the fighting style of martial artists and internal strength, and he has extremely rich combat experience, so his strength can completely abuse martial artists and internal strength masters, and even a master like Lin Feng, who has just learned the power of martial arts and internal strength, has no power to fight back in front of him."

"But after Lin Feng was defeated just now, he should have understood the true meaning of both martial arts and internal strength, these two fighting styles are not simply superimposed at all, they should be complementary martial arts."

"Lin Feng's punch is the real martial artist's internal strength and cultivation."

"Although Hong Sihai's strength is strong, it is still just a superposition of the two martial arts!"

When Lan Zhan heard this, he also nodded slightly.

"Lin Feng's comprehension is indeed extraordinary, no wonder, that Mo Ziyan only taught him the basic fighting style, and in such a short period of time, he has actually realized the true meaning of martial arts that martial arts are martial artists, internal strength, and have cultivated both!"

"His talent, compared to Mo Ziyan, I'm afraid it's about the same!"

Even the vice president nodded in agreement.

Lan Zhan said to Sun Fang.

"Xiao Sun, put away your sniper rifle, you won't need it today."

"That Hong Sihai is no longer Lin Feng's opponent!"

Sun Fang's face was bitter.

"I haven't ...... yet."

Lan Zhan interrupted him.

"You've already shot."

"There are indeed external reasons for not succeeding, but on the real battlefield, there are many masters, and a top sniper like you has to deal with is never an ordinary person. So, you should understand that to get closer, you have to be stronger!"

Sun Fang still wanted to say something, but Lan Zhan's words did speak to Sun Fang's heart.

Truly.

At the time of the shooting, he already knew that he had to continue to practice his sniper marksmanship.

He is still a long way from reaching the top.

On the road outside the villa.

There was movement in the ruins.

Hong Sihai gritted his teeth and walked out of the ruins with a disgraced face, the corners of his mouth full of blood. Obviously, Lin Feng's blow just now really hurt Hong Sihai, and it was a strong internal injury.

He refused to admit defeat.

With an angry roar, he rushed towards Lin Feng again.

Here, Lin Feng had indeed found the true meaning of cultivating both martial arts and internal strength, and when Hong Sihai rushed over, he had completely judged Hong Sihai's next move, the position of his move.

The distance between the two people is only two or three meters.

Suddenly.

Lin Feng jumped up in the air, his body was light, but he had enough tension.

That's right, he was like a bow, he was set up in mid-air, and when that Hong Sihai rushed over and punched, Lin Feng's volley kicked at that Hong Sihai

on the face of the door.

Hong Sihai was kicked and spun around in mid-air, and flew into the distance.

Lin Feng was a dragonfly under his feet, and after a few steps, he lowered his body slightly in the last step, and with a whoosh, he actually caught up with Hong Sihai who flew out at an extremely fast speed, Hong Sihai's body was unbalanced, and Lin Feng turned over and slashed vertically!

Hong Sihai slammed into the ground below.

A large area of floor tiles was smashed with a loud bang, and the area within three or four square meters of the ground actually collapsed.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

Hong Sihai was lying in the pit, and there was no movement.

The battle between Lin Feng and Hong Sihai, he just wanted to fight quickly, because he remembered the direction where the stone flew just now, at this moment, that Hong Sihai was completely prostrated by him, and fainted, Lin Feng quickly chased in that direction.

The traces of being hit by the stone on the stone table just now, Lin Feng had already seen it.

Just by looking at the depth of the mark, you can judge the force of the impact at that time.

And this force was changed by the bullet of a sniper rifle, which partially canceled out part of the force. The sniper *** hit a hole in the trees over there, which is enough to show that the impact of the sniper *** is stronger than the average light sniper rifle.

Combining these factors, coupled with Lin Feng's familiarity with finger killing, he will analyze the distance where the stone came from.

That is, where Mo Ziyan is located.

There is a fence in front of the road.

When Lin Feng walked over, he subconsciously exerted force under his feet, and jumped up in the air, and it was more than a zhang high.

Waited until Lin Feng judged the position.

He took a closer look at the place.

This is a garden near the edge of the manor, with a lawn and sand, and next to it, paved with white marble gravel.

In Lin Feng's judgment, Mo Ziyan made a move just now, and it was around here.

Finger kill!

It was a self-defense martial art taught to Lin Feng by Mo Ziyan at that time, and the most test of this martial art was a person's finger power. Mo Ziyan originally asked Lin Feng to practice treasure appreciation, and when he practiced finger power, he taught him such a martial art by the way.

But in addition to finger power, this kind of finger killing, the farther away it is, the more stable the body must be.

To be steady under your feet, you must exert force.

In this kind of place, the force will definitely leave footprints.

Lin Feng probably glanced at it a few times, and sure enough, he saw that there were two deep footprints on the white gravel. Moreover, the white stones in the footprints were all trampled into crumbs, and judging by the size of the footprints, there was no doubt that it was Mo Ziyan.

Pulling away the debris of the white stones, you can see that the concrete foundation below has been trampled to pieces.

This place couldn't directly see the place where Lin Feng and Hong Sihai were fighting.

So.

When Mo Ziyan shot just now, she used force under her feet, jumped up in the air, and made that move in mid-air.

In Lin Feng's way of thinking, there were many traces left by Mo Ziyan, so he simulated it on the spot, jumped up in the air, and then, when he fell down again, his first impression was to jump towards the house on the right.

He swept away in a few quick steps.

In a matter of seconds, he jumped to the roof of an antique building with black tiles.

From this roof, we crossed to the opposite side.

Lin Feng saw that there were a few people in the courtyard in front of him, and there were about nine people.