"Why dare?" Wei Sanyi looked solemn, staring at Mo Liuzhi as if facing a great enemy, and said coldly.

"Get out!"

Even if the other party was Mr. Wei, he didn't take a look. He spoke in a slight and was extremely cold. He didn't take the other party seriously at all. The sound was like a devil chewing on his bones, making people shudder.

"presumptuous!"

Beside Wei San, the thin man with bronze skin shouted coldly and pointed his hand at Mo Liu. He was quick and instantly came to Mo Liu's fingers and punched him.

"Native chickens and tiles!"

Mo Liu's fingers opened his mouth in a slight manner, and he never glanced at it, and his thin palm was swung.

Bang!

The second came first, and the thin man with bronze skin groaned, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning. He was knocked away seven or eight meters, his muscles were broken, and his bones were broken, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood. His internal organs were seriously damaged, and he might lose the power of fighting in a short period of time.

"What?" Wei San said horrified.

The identity of a lean man with bronze skin is very mysterious, and almost no one except him knows his identity.

Everyone knows that he has three confidants, such as Xu Yuan, Wu relies on Iron Corpse, and Zheng Bi Yan Luo. The thin man with bronze skin is named Tong Armor. He is the elder brother and senior brother of Iron Corpse. His strength is still above Iron Corpse, and he is at the peak of internal strength. He has an invincible bronze skin defense. Even in the underground world, he is still a first-class master.

But now, he was seriously injured by Mo Liuzhi's blow.

Wei San thought of a possibility and was shocked and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Is he a...a strong master?"

Because, in the world, only the strong masters have this strength.

Wei San's face suddenly became ugly. He never expected that there was a powerful master beside Zhao Wuji?

In this way, the power structure of Tianhai may be broken.

"Hehe, boy, even if you are a god today, you can't save you!" Mo Liu looked at Lin Feng and sneered.

Lin Feng looked calm, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Mo Liuzhi and said, "If I guess correctly, Phoenix City is your work, right?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's right? You're going to die anyway." Mo Liu smiled sinisterly, not admitting or denying it.

"Is that so? Haha, someone said the same thing as you just now, but the consequences are..."

As he said that, Lin Feng glanced at Zhao Tianyang indifferently, who showed shame and anger and turned black.

"The King of Hell asked you to die in the third update, who dared to keep you until the fifth update?" Mo Liu said coldly.

As he spoke, he came to Lin Feng, his palms were as thin as ghost claws, and he grabbed Lin Feng with a cold breath. The wind was gusts, as fast as lightning.

"Yinfeng Claw!"

Lin Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he looked contemptuous and said four words coldly.

"A little trick!"

"Killing you is enough!" Mo Liuzhi said angrily.

Lin Feng shook his head slightly, without saying anything.

who is he?

Lin Feng, the immortal master Lin Xuantian, has such a high vision. In his eyes, martial arts like Yinfeng Claws are just a lot of loopholes in his playground.

He traveled all over the world, and had never seen any exquisite and unparalleled peerless technique. He only recorded his wonderful technique in his heart, and there were not three thousand magical powers and martial arts, and there were eight hundred. He could pick up any one of them, but it could not be compared with Yinfeng Claws, and he could explode at any time.

But Mo Liuzhi was proud of him. It was ridiculous to say that killing you enough.

"Brother Lin, this old mao is amazing. You can retreat quickly, I'll do it!" Wei San shouted coldly.

After the words came to his mind, he had already appeared in front of Lin Feng and punched him with an iron fist.

Master Wei San is known as a pair of iron fists, and is invincible in fighting both sides of the Taiwan Strait. He practices the iron fist technique of the Iron Fist Sect. It is powerful and hard, without many moves or routines, only one word - do it.

Blow the other party and it's all done.

After Wei San became famous, he rarely had the chance to see him again.

"Look, Master Wei San is going to take action!"

"I haven't seen Mr. Wei take action in many years. How strong is now? No one knows whether it is abandoned or terrifying to a terrible situation?"

"Let's wait and see. We'll find out soon!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

At Wei San's level, he no longer needs to do anything, but as an underground world man, he knows that blacksmiths need to be strong himself, and to save his life, he also depends on his own strength.

His boxing skills have never fallen out, and his iron fist has become more powerful and hard, and he has even stepped into the level of internal strength, and his strength is several times stronger than before.

In the blink of an eye, Wei San and Mo Liu's fingers collided with their claws.

Bang!

Click!

A muffled sound, a crisp sound, and a figure was as if struck by lightning. The whole person was like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked away seven or eight meters before he could stabilize his body. His arm was broken, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Lin Feng shook his head slightly and muttered to himself.

"Is this the difference between the masters of internal strength and the masters?"

One move!

Kill in one move!

Mr. Wei, who is known as a pair of iron fists, is invincible in the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, is now defeated by one move?

How is this possible?

Everyone was shocked.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent and silent.

I don't know how long it took, a sound of gasping for air.

"How is this possible?" Wei Xun exclaimed incredible.

"I don't know if I'm so proud of myself, I'm still unable to take the knife..."

"Haha. The so-called pair of iron fists are truly Longjiang, and they are invincible in the fight between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait. Now it seems that they are just a false reputation." Zhao Tianyang sneered, sarcastically mocked him without hesitation, and he also calculated his anger.

"Haha, Wei San, where did your past style go?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

"Haha. I didn't expect that there was a strong master in the small Tianhai?"

The young man named Mu spoke lazily. Although he knew that the other party was a powerful master, he did not have a trace of awe at all, and was still lazy. There was only a trace of solemnity in his eyes - but it was only a moment.

You should know that the meaning of a master and a strong man is a group of people walking at the peak of martial arts, standing at the top of the pyramid.

A family has a strong master in charge, as if he has the Dinghai Ding Hai Needle and the gold medal of avoiding death. No one dares to provoke it easily.

Even if you provoke it, it is just a small fight, at most it is a tragedy and you dare not fight to the end. Because no one is willing to face the anger of a powerful master, and he cannot bear it.

There are too few strong masters, as rare as phoenixes, but they are all famous figures, such as the old blind man in Jingzhou, the fifth prince of the Dong family in Jiangzhou, and the guardian god of China, Qinglong, etc.

From then on, China had another strong master - Qingzhou Mo Liuzhi. (Note: Qingzhou is similar to a province, while Tianhai is the provincial capital)

"Okay, so strong... the master is so scary?"

The most shocking thing was Wei San. He felt shocked and his expression was extremely solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Immediately, he shouted to Lin Feng urgently: "Brother Lin, your opponent is strong, don't be an enemy, go quickly!"

"Want to run?"

Mo Liuzhi sneered: "Hehe, boy, today you can't escape from heaven and earth?"

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, then looked at Mo Liuzhi and spit out four words lightly.

"You're thinking too much!"

escape?

joke!

He is a dignified immortal, and he stands at the top of all worlds. How could he escape with a courageous heart that pushes forward and pushes forward invincible things?

After a change of tone, Lin Feng spoke in a plain tone:

"Who can stop me if I want to leave?"

"Children with yellow mouth, arrogant!"

Mo Liuzhi sneered coldly, approaching step by step, his momentum became more and more terrifying. With a cold breath, he made people furrow all over his body, his scalp exploded, and he almost ran away in panic.

Lin Feng seemed to be unaffected at all, and his expression was still dull, saying:

"Old Yin Dog, stupid and ignorant."

"court death!"

Mo Liuzhi said angrily, the ghost fire in his eyes was pounding, and he was furious, and his murderous intent was cold.

As he said that, he had reached two meters in front of Lin Feng and raised his thin claws as thin as a bone. The wind was blowing, which was very intimidating.
Chapter completed!