Standing still in the field, Chen Wen showed a hint of pride and said:

"Boy, if you are on your knees and begging for mercy now, I can consider letting you go. ”

Mo Feiyu smiled disdainfully:

"Let me go, I don't think it's necessary, when you die, I will kill the people of the Chen family one by one and let you reunite underground!"

Mo Feiyu didn't think he was a kind person, since Chen Wen had a murderous intent on himself, then he would kill this person.

"Hmph, when you are dying, you dare to speak wildly about you, I want to see how you killed me, a hairy boy with a third layer of qi refining!"

Chen Wen's eyes were slightly cold, and then his body flickered, and he quickly rushed towards Mo Feiyu.

"Tiger Fist!"

At the same time, Chen Wen's hands were clenched into fists, and the surface of the two fists condensed two crimson tiger heads at the same time, like two flames, giving people an extremely explosive feeling.

Mo Feiyu's body didn't move, but a dark red fireball had already condensed in his palm, and when Chen Wen was about to reach him, his fingers flicked.

There was a "poof", and the dark red fireball rushed towards Chen Wen's fist.

Immediately after that, there was a bang, and Chen Wen's fist smashed right on the dark red fireball, bursting into a dazzling spark in midair.

Looking at Chen Wen's fist again, the condensed tiger head was only slightly dimmed, and there was no momentum at all.

"Hahaha, mortal-level low-level exercises, fireball techniques, must be compared to my Tiger Fist, the difference is too far, look at the move!"

Chen Wen smiled evilly, and swung his fist to attack Mo Feiyu again.

Seeing the other party's attack coming, Mo Feiyu's eyes condensed slightly, and his body quickly retreated, while taking steps to dodge the attack of the tiger head.

The Tiger Fist is a mortal-level high-level exercise, and it is indeed expected to be able to explode the fireball of Mo Feiyu with one punch.

Mo Feiyu was still not in a hurry, his palm opened again, and at the same time, three fireballs were condensed, and with a flick of his fingers, he flew towards Chen Wen again.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Chen Wen couldn't help but sneer, swung his fist, blocked all three fireballs in a moment, and then his figure swept closer.

Swinging a fist and slamming it towards Mo Feiyu's chest, so fast that he didn't have time to dodge.

"Brother Yu be careful!" Zhang Ling'er on the side reminded anxiously.

The people around him were even more nervous.

If Mo Feiyu can't dodge this punch, he will either die or be injured.

Just when everyone thought that Mo Feiyu's defeat was decided, they saw him suddenly swing his right fist and hit Chen Wen fiercely.

"Whew!"

There was a sudden sound of breaking the air in mid-air, and in front of Mo Feiyu's fist, two fist shadows appeared at the same time, which was a little bigger than Chen Wen's condensed tiger head.

"Bang!"

The two fists intersected, and suddenly a loud bang was heard.

Mo Feiyu didn't move, but Chen Wen seemed to have been kicked head-on, and the whole person fell to the ground on his back.

"The Jedi Strikes Back, it's so exciting!"

Everyone gasped at the same time, and their faces were full of excitement and they started talking loudly.

After a while, Chen Wen got up from the ground, twisted his slightly injured wrist, and sneered:

"I didn't think you still have some skills, I just underestimated you! But then, it's time to end!"

Chen Wen's eyes were red, full of murderous intent, and he could see that the fight just now had completely angered the other party.

Mo Feiyu seemed to be strolling leisurely, and said with a slight smile:

"Chen Wen, if you have any housekeeping skills, just use it!"

"Hmph, look for death!"

Chen Wen glared at Mo Feiyu viciously, then bit the tip of his tongue violently, and spurted out a mouthful of blood towards his palm.

"Blood Tiger Fist!"

Immediately after, Chen Wen's aura changed suddenly, and a layer of dark red blood shadow actually appeared on the surface of his body, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

"Blood Tiger Fist, what kind of exercise is this?"

"I haven't heard of it, but it looks like Chen Wen's strength has skyrocketed by two layers all of a sudden!"

"Could it be the Demon Dao Technique?"

The crowd was amazed and began to talk again.

Chen Wen's eyes were red, and he said with a cruel smile:

"Hmph, the Blood Tiger Fist was created on the basis of the Tiger Fist, although it requires a little essence blood when using it, but the power can be compared to the spirit level low-level exercises, boy, you are proud enough to die under the Blood Tiger Fist. ”

Seeing that the opponent's strength suddenly skyrocketed, Mo Feiyu was also taken aback, but after learning that the power of the Blood Tiger Fist was only comparable to a spirit-level low-level exercise, he couldn't help but smile again and said:

"Spiritual-level exercises, I'd better let you see what the real spiritual-level exercises are!"

This time, without waiting for Chen Wen to make a move, Mo Feiyu moved his feet and quickly walked forward, and at the same time, he swung out a punch, condensing three transparent fist shadows in mid-air.

"Just in time!"

Chen Wen snorted violently, clasped his hands, and instantly condensed a giant tiger head that was one person high, opened his bloody mouth, and had the posture of wanting to swallow Mo Feiyu in one gulp.

In a battle of this scale, even in the martial arts arena, it is rare to appear, and the fighting between the two sides has no skills at all, and they even use special moves against special moves.

"What kind of technique did that kid use, and how did he feel so powerful?" a monk opened his mouth wide in surprise as he swept Mo Feiyu with his divine sense.

"Spirit-level exercises, this is impossible!" said the other with some incredulity.

The next moment, the fists of the two people intersected again, and a deafening loud bang sounded silently in midair.

At the same time, there was a wave of energy fluctuation whistling by, causing everyone around to subconsciously make a defensive move.

Looking at the two of them in the stand, Mo Feiyu was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing a little heavily.

And Chen Wen was lying on the ground, spitting blood, and he looked at Mo Feiyu with an unwilling expression:

"Spirit-level exercises, you are spirit-level exercises!"

Mo Feiyu smiled strangely and said:

"Guess!"

"No, I'm not reconciled!" Chen Wen looked unwilling, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and then stopped moving.

After a while, someone in the crowd whispered: "Dead, Chen Wen is dead!"

"No, Chen Wen was actually killed!"

"Who the hell is he, he actually beat Chen Wen to death, this is incredible!"

Listening to everyone's discussions, Zhang Ling'er also looked incredulous, she hurriedly jumped up, quickly arrived at Mo Feiyu's side, and pulled Mo Feiyu to the outside of the crowd.

"Come with me!"

Mo Feiyu's face was calm, and he quickly walked out of the crowd with Zhang Ling'er, and the two of them walked into a large room next to a shop.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man in the room, with a solemn face, sitting on a chair with a cane, and beside him, two other young men in gorgeous clothes.

"Dad, Brother Yu killed Chen Wen, the people of the Chen family will definitely not give up, you have to help him!" Zhang Ling'er said beside the middle-aged man who walked quickly, holding his arm.

Hearing Zhang Ling'er say this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and said:

"Your name is Mo Feiyu, right?"

Mo Feiyu probed the three people in front of him with his divine sense, the strength of the middle-aged man was unfathomable, and the other two young men were both at the strength of the seventh layer of qi refining.

Mo Feiyu nodded and said:

"That's right, I'm Mo Feiyu!"