The golden fist wind rubbed against the blue palm wind on the opposite side, and it made a hissing explosion. One punch and one palm had already met in an instant.

An invisible ripple of air shook open, and the troops of the two forces who were originally fighting around were suddenly shaking by the ripples. Except for a few masters with spiritual masters' cultivation, the rest were almost shaking, and many of them were shocked to fall to the ground.

The few who were close to each other were even shocked by this energy and vomited blood and fainted.

The remaining power emitted by the first collision between the two masters was already so powerful. The hearts around them were frightened and dodged one after another, for fear of being affected again.

The trees on both sides of the canyon were even more fallen leaves at this time. Before the season was already falling, the trees near this place became naked, and all the leaves on them were shaken down.

"Kill!" Peng Zhangliang became more and more braver in the battle. Seeing that his palm was only equal to the other party, he was not surprised at all, but instead had a hint of eager fighting spirit in his eyes.

The whole person soared into the air, and with the remaining power of the palm wind, he actually jumped into the air. The posture in his hand changed again and another palm slashed down. The blue palm knife could break the hair, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, and the air bursting sounded constantly.

Tang Fei's color condensed, and he unconsciously drew a Tai Chi symbol under his feet. His golden fist was like a dazzling sun, directly bombarding the palm sword that was slashing towards him.

There was another bang, and the palm sword and fist wind slashed together again. The sharp explosion sounded shocked the people around him and the eardrums hurt.

Tang Fei and Peng Zhangliang staggered back and each of them had minor injuries on their hands.

It was evenly matched again, and no one could do anything to anyone.

The Black Dragon and the Mercenary Corps commander who were not optimistic about Tang Fei were encouraged at this time. Unexpectedly, Tang Fei was so fierce that he would not give in to the seventh gangster Peng Zhangliang at all.

The two of them kept taking action, beating several spiritual masters from the great bandit side to the point of falling. Although they had not killed any of them, they had already gained a great advantage.

"You are really strong enough, try my own Tiger Thirteen Styles!"

Peng Zhangliang was very determined to fight. The battle outside could no longer affect him at all. Now he only had Tang Fei, and the only thing he wanted to do was to defeat Tang Fei!

With a tiger roar, Peng Zhangliang actually lay directly on the ground. A roaring sound kept coming from his throat. He was really like a tiger, preparing to kill Tang Fei with one blow.

"Even if you are really a tiger, you have to turn into a kitten in front of me!" Tang Fei smiled loudly, and his fighting spirit also rose.

The other party was lying on the ground to accumulate momentum, but he was not panicked. His subordinates secretly used two Yin and Yang spirit beads in their body, constantly injecting spiritual energy into their hands. On the sea of ​​bitterness, the golden lotus constantly swayed and shone brightly.

At this moment, Tang Fei felt that there was endless power in his body. The golden light on his fist became more and more prosperous. When it reached its peak, Tang Fei finally moved, and the sound of creaking bones came from his golden fist.

Tang Fei rushed towards Peng Zhangliang all of a sudden.

There was no fancy at all, but it was still an extremely ordinary punch. The golden fist wind whistled by, but Peng Zhangliang, who was lying on the ground, was undulating, his legs were slightly bowed, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at Tang Fei without moving.

Tang Fei didn't care, and the golden iron fist directly rushed away, locking in Peng Zhangliang.

"Roar!" At one moment, Peng Zhangliang finally moved. The Tiger Thirteenth Stage finally launched his first Stage. His legs kicked the ground and suddenly rushed up. His hands turned into sharp minions and grabbed Tang Fei's chest.

The sharp claws that whizzed by were actually vaguely driving the air around them. Tang Fei's expression changed faintly. Seeing the opponent's sharp claws passing by, Tang Fei did not dare to resist. He flipped his side and avoided him. His golden fist hit the ground with a rattle. With a rush, a gully cracked, and Tang Fei rose into the air.

He kicked Peng Zhangliang directly at the rushing towards him with a hook leg.

Peng Zhangliang did not dodge at all, and his sharp claws changed directions again and directly teared Tang Fei's right leg.

A heart-wrenching pain came, and the four deified acupoints at the soles of Tang Fei's feet suddenly lit up, and a ray of light of protection flashed. Tang Fei had already punched the other party's left shoulder.

With a bang, the two of them took a few steps back. Tang Fei looked at the legs of the trouser legs that had been torn by Peng Zhangliang's sharp claws, and blood was faintly visible on them. Four scratches were vivid in their minds. The other party's sharp claws actually cut through his body protection spirit and injured him.

However, Peng Zhangliang was not better at this time. He was hit by Tang Fei with a punch on his left shoulder. Although he used the spiritual energy to protect him in time, he was still bloody and blood was constantly looking out.

After Peng Zhangliang was repelled, he did not hesitate at all. He jumped up and rushed towards Tang Fei. A faint phantom of a tiger appeared behind him. Tang Fei dared not to be arrogant.

When did the twin hammer of fate appear in his hand, Peng Zhangliang had just rushed to Tang Fei, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Tang Fei's mouth, and the huge laughter hammer had already blasted at his sharp claws.

With a bang, it was like glass shattering. The two sharp claws that were originally formed by spiritual energy were broken, revealing their bloody hands.

The Thirteenth Style of the Tiger, created by Peng Zhangliang, is not yet perfect. Once it is interrupted, the momentum will suddenly dissipate. Tang Fei suddenly showed off his double hammer and directly made the opponent's momentum sluggish.

The laughing hammer was swung, and the angry hammer was already eyeing her, but Peng Zhangliang had been fighting for a long time, and his combat experience was not comparable to Tang Fei's. He was hit by Tang Fei's laughing hammer just now and then he had already retreated ten meters away.

The eyes staring at Tang Fei also began to change. When did the top ten bandits who were straddling the entire empire and surly had suffered such a big loss? If he hadn't retreated quickly in the end, he would have no doubt that another sledgehammer in Tang Fei's hand would have completely flew away his hands.

He roared unwillingly, and a whistle sounded. The thieves who had originally fought with the mercenary group retreated one after another and fled to the cliffs on both sides.

Tang Fei looked at Peng Zhangliang who had left the battlefield with a calm expression. He did not chase him. He could retreat. He didn't want to do so. Although he offended him this time, it was just a personal grudge between them. If he really killed him, it would be hard to guarantee that there would be more powerful thieves to seek revenge from him.

Heilong and the regiment commander also stopped when they saw the opportunity. They let the bandits leave and did not pursue them. He even let a spirit master seriously injured by his spirit beast let him go. Such thieves cannot be provoked, especially those who are in the mercenary corps. Not only can they offend them, but they sometimes need to have a good relationship with them.

"Thank you!" The mercenary commander walked to Tang Fei, bowed deeply, and said with a fist. Tang Fei's strength was respected by him, and no one dared to underestimate this young man who seemed to be under twenty years old.

"Uh...I..." Heilong touched his head embarrassedly, wanting to say something, but he stopped talking. Needless to say, Tang Fei also knew that it was Tang Fei who paid him to protect Tang Fei, but in the end it was Tang Fei who rescued everyone. It is no exaggeration to say that if it were not Tang Fei's actions this time, they would probably suffer heavy losses and maybe their lives would be left here.

Tang Fei just smiled and said nothing. The black dragon felt that he was unable to get over his face and insisted on returning the money to Tang Fei. At the same time, the commander also took a purse to give it to Tang Fei in order to express his gratitude, but Tang Fei refused.

"Remember to keep it confidential. Those caravans shouldn't see who took action clearly, so don't expose me."

In the end, Tang Fei only made such a request, so the two of them naturally had no objection.

After a brief rest, the team set out again. As expected, the vendors were scared to death just now, and they did not dare to look up and watch the battle. Now, when the danger passed, they were all excited and ran to thank the team leader.

The team leader could only bite the bullet and give gifts one by one.
Chapter completed!