Damn, this is eighty percent strength? Song Mofei was a little unconvinced, he used all his strength to make the move "angry" just now. If Song Li really defeated his ten-percent strength with only eighty percent of his strength, then the gap between the two of them would be too obvious, right? Impossible, this kid Song Li must be bragging!

"Take me another trick 'Thirty-six styles of wind and rain splashing ink'!" Song Mofei's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and after a loud shout, the figure rushed up like a ghost, punching and kicking, and the sky was full of palm shadows and leg shadows, on the surface, it seemed like a ruffian in the countryside was kicking indiscriminately, but in fact, every style was tightly fitted, and there was no flaw.

Thirty-six styles, each style is a false move, each style is also a real move, the best thing is that the strength of each style is ten, no matter how many formulas you have flashed, as long as you hit one of the moves, it is also the end of broken tendons. Song Li had seen the same move in Song Moran, but Song Moran's cultivation was too low, and the killing move in this angry fist was unleashed in Song Mofei's hands, which was the real "storm, splashing ink and not entering"!

"The dragon elephant is like the palm of his hand - Eight Horse Lie!"

Song Li reacted with great speed, his palms were linked, and he shot out eight strokes quickly and incoherently, but the momentum of these eight palms was vigorous and unrestrained, and the palm power was intertwined, like thousands of troops and horses galloping and roaring, tossing and turning! The people around him suddenly felt that the heaven and earth were filled with the sound of roaring hooves, the earth trembled, and the wind and clouds changed color!

These eight palms roared out, and they quickly came into contact with Song Mofei's fierce wind and rain, as if eight iron horsemen rushed into the black-pressed infantry, and like eight red-hot soldering irons inserted into butter, all the way like a bamboo, stirring up Song Mofei's fist strength into a mess!

The infantry met the iron cavalry, the butter met the soldering iron, Song Mofei splashed ink and was difficult to enter, and the stormy killing moves seemed to be invulnerable, but they were killed by these eight powerful palm forces and lost their armor and collapsed!

After these eight palms dispersed Song Mofei's fist strength, like a meteor hammer connected together, one after another, one hit Song Mofei's body, and when the first blow was struck, Song Mofei's body flew in mid-air, and then the second and third slammed ...... With each additional blow, Song Mofei's retreat speed doubled, until the last eighth blow was finished, and Song Mofei's body was already like a cannonball out of the chamber, rapidly retreating backwards! The big tree with the thickness of the bowl mouth on the side of the road was broken by three times, which stopped his retreating momentum, and his body slid softly to the ground along the last tree!

"Shizi!" The gentlemen and entourage who followed Song Mofei were so frightened that they rushed over to check Song Mofei's injuries. They were really afraid that Song Mofei would be beaten to death by Song Li like this, so why didn't Prince Jing skin them alive?

Song Li has a sense of proportion in his heart, after all, Song Mofei is the strength of the peak of the fifth layer of qi induction, and his ontological defense ability is very strong, although his move is very strong, but when he fought with Song Mofei's fist strength before, he had already unloaded most of his strength, and the strength that finally hit him was already the end of the strong crossbow, and it was inevitable to be injured, if he was killed, it would not be enough. Song Li's purpose this time was just to beat Song Mofei violently and vent the evil anger in his heart. Didn't want to kill him. Wouldn't it be too cheap to kill him now?

Today's results, Song Li is already very satisfied. Song Mofei and he are also cultivators at the peak of the fifth layer of qi induction, but they only blocked the three-style dragon elephant like a palm, and he still has three more powerful ones before he has time to use them, this guy is already lying on the ground and can't get up!

The more battles he experienced, the more he could feel the benefits of this set of combat skills. defeated Song Mofei, the son of King Jing, in three palms, and such a record was enough to be the envy of the imperial capital. It is conceivable that after this battle, Song Li's reputation in the imperial capital will be even more prominent. Ordinary people really don't dare to mess with him.

Who is Song Mofei? That is the number one ruthless man in the imperial capital! He is more ruthless than him, and he can be counted on two hands, but there are really few of them! Even such a ruthless character has been cleaned up by Song Li and has lost his temper, so the others should stand aside.

"Yay, the boss has won again!" the huge cheered, then stunned for a moment, and said to himself, why did I say again?

"Long live the boss, the boss is mighty, the boss is our idol!"

"Follow the boss, just have face!"

"A bunch of beam-jumping clowns dare to provoke our boss, all of them are self-defeating and self-inflicted!"

"King Jing's sons are all defeated generals, who else in the imperial capital can stop our boss's three moves?"

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A group of brothers from the Justice League had proud expressions on their faces, they were proud of Song Li, and they were proud of themselves. They are proud of themselves because they feel that they have a good vision and follow the right boss.

The battle was won, Song Li stood with his hands in his hands, enjoying everyone's cheers, which was the honor of the winner.

Seeing Song Mofei's men carrying him to the carriage, Song Li slowly paced over, and when those subordinates saw Song Li coming, they retreated to both sides as if they had seen a plague god. Make way for it.

Song Mofei's face was pale, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Song Li deadly, he was not convinced, and he was not convinced until he died! How could he lose to Song Li? How could he lose to Song Li? Defeat to this waste wood that has always been rumored to be a laughing stock? Oh my God! He couldn't accept it! The pride he had cultivated over the years made him unable to accept such a cruel reality!

The situation is stronger than people, what can he do if he doesn't accept it? The result of the fierce battle between the two people was that Song Li stood unharmed, looking at him condescendingly, while he was lying down.

Song Li leaned down and patted his cheek gently, although the movement was gentle, the nature of the humiliation was very obvious.

"You ......" Song Mofei spurted out a mouthful of blood. If he can still stand up, he will definitely pounce and fight with Song Li!

"What's the matter? I'm not convinced? I told you that I specialize in all kinds of disobedience, why don't you believe it?" Song Li said with a smile: "Last time you and Song Qingshan led me to Langya Cave and wanted to kill me, you should have thought that there would be today." I've always held grudges, and as long as others want to harm me, I will make him pay sooner or later. Don't worry, I won't kill you today. Do you know the game of cat and mouse? I'll play with you slowly until you're exhausted at the end of the game, and then I'll swallow you in one bite!"

Song Li...... I won't...... That's it......" Song Mofei was so angry by Song Li's words that he coughed violently a few times.

"Don't talk to me, it's not easy for me to do this. Go back and tell your little princess, this is just a little interest I charged, they dare to touch my relatives, I will never give up! Father and daughter repay this account, sooner or later I will settle this account with her!"

Song Li's words were already very explicit. Although he didn't say it explicitly, everyone knew that he was targeting Prince Zhong's mansion, and it was obvious that he felt that Prince Ming's assassination was instigated by Prince Zhong, and he wanted to take revenge. And the spearhead is directed at the little princess of Prince Zhong's mansion.

The corners of Song Mofei's mouth twitched, and he said disdainfully: "Song Li...... It's up to you...... Do you know ......her too? Who is ......?"

Song Li said lightly: "When I want to step on someone, I never ask about his identity and background." If before setting up an opponent, you have to investigate his background and analyze whether you can afford to provoke him, what is the fun of that kind of life? I might as well tell you a word, no matter who tries to hurt my family, even if he is the king of heaven, I will make a move!"

"Song Li, you ...... It's too crazy...... Sooner or later, he will make a big mistake......" Song Mofei was stimulated by Song Li's frenzy, and a mouthful of blood burst out.

"It's still unknown whether I will plant it or not, but you have already planted it......" Song Li blinked, waved his hand and said: "Carry him away, the pestle will affect the appearance of the city on the street, the beautiful style of our imperial capital, how can you let a guy run wild blood here, what if you rush to the children, it is not good to rush to the children, and it is not good to soar to the flowers and plants......

"Put me down...... I fought with him......" Song Mofei howled hoarsely, but a group of men lifted him into the carriage and fled. They felt that Song Li was too terrible, staying by his side and not being killed by him, and sooner or later he would be angry to death. No wonder some people have rumors: I'd rather provoke death than provoke Song Li. It seems that this statement makes a lot of sense.

At the entrance of the Drunken Immortal Residence is a lively square, where people come and go, and many people have witnessed this dispute. The infighting between the two sons of Pang Shangshu's family, the prince of Jingwangfu and the prince of Ming Wangfu, is no less exciting than a big drama of the Gao Yu Dynasty. The end result was somewhat unexpected.

The second son of Pang Shangshu's family is also the number one person in the imperial capital, although his name is not as loud as that of his younger brother, but his cultivation is not weak. He is the most talented cultivator of Pang Shangshu's family. Unexpectedly, in actual combat, he was beaten by his younger brother, who was several years younger, and he couldn't get up. Looking at the tense situation of the two people, it is impossible to deliberately release water. The only possibility is that everyone underestimates the sheer strength.

Song Mofei, the son of King Jingfu, has been famous for a long time, and at the age of twenty-four, he reached the cultivation of the fifth layer of the qi induction period, which is quite good. With the power of the fierce fighting technique and the furious fist, he went head-to-head with Song Li, who was eight years younger than him, and he didn't even survive three moves. Such a result is even more shocking than the huge victory over Pang Cheng!

After this battle, everyone found that they could no longer look at Song Lihe with old eyes. The two most famous cultivation waste firewood in the imperial capital for more than ten years have been replaced with shotguns, and now they are not what they used to be.

The Ming Wangfu and the Jingwangfu are-for-tat, and the strength is also between the two, and the Mingwangfu is actually slightly inferior to the Jingwangfu in terms of heritage. However, in this battle, the Ming Wangfu completely defeated the Jingwang Mansion. The news of this battle will soon spread throughout the imperial capital, and it is foreseeable that those neutral forces who stand on the sidelines and watch, and even those who are slightly inclined to Jingwangfu in their hearts, should change their inherent concepts.

They must face up to the rise of the Ming Dynasty and the true strength of Song Li.