Dimao was like a madman at this time, pointing his gun at Liu Feng.

This attack, with the power of thunder, had not yet moved, and the power to block Liu Feng's movement space.

Now Liu Feng is really powerless to use the eight-door golden lock technique. Even if he still has a little bit of his skill, he cannot compete with this shot.

"Owner!"

At this moment, Gui Chongyun, who was killing among the Burning Corps, roared and turned around and rushed towards Liu Feng. However, no matter how terrifying Gui Chongyun was, it was impossible to save Liu Feng due to the distance.

"Boss!"

Luo Tengfei was even more anxious. At this moment, his pupils turned red, which triggered the blood power of the mutant werewolf to fight back to Liu Feng. But because of the distance, he could not complete the rescue of Liu Feng.

Buzz!

The sharp wolf-toothed gun pointed to Liu Feng's eyebrows in an instant.

There is no doubt that Liu Feng would definitely not be able to avoid this attack.

At this moment of life and death, Liu Feng, who never despair, had a bitter smile of unwillingness on his face, and thought to himself: "It seems that I underestimate the Martial Saint in the Ultimate Land. The trump card of these people is amazingly strong. If they had known this, they would not have any reservations. Just use Mo Bao to fight the other party to death with all their strength!"

when!

However, at this critical moment, a five-inch long steel and copper struck across, hitting hard on the side of Dimao's gun, shaking the tip of the gun and rubbing through Liu Feng's right ear.

"It's so dangerous! It seems that I'm a lucky person and a god! But who is it?" Liu Feng didn't close his eyes. Seeing that he was rescued by accident, he was also delighted.

"Who is it?" A look of shock flashed in Dimao's eyes.

The copper shuttle that struck Dimao's spear head flew backwards in the direction of flying, and fell into the hand of a gray-haired old man.

Facing Dimao's angry inquiry, the old man said coldly: "Dimao, have you forgotten who I am? When you first entered the Ultimate Land, you were chased by you, the great martial god, and almost died. I left the Ultimate Land and thought everything was calm. I never thought that you sent someone out to massacre the Zhibird Village where I am. Can't you remember who I am? Not long ago, I went to Newland City and killed your nineteen young commanders and a martial god-level instructor!"

"Seventh grade!" A chill suddenly flashed in Dimao's eyes.

That’s right, this old man is the seventh-rank Wu Sheng from Zhiniao Village.

At that time, Liu Feng had obtained three four-dimensional martial arts inheritances in Zhiniao Village's feeding hall and had dealt with this martial saint. Originally, the seventh grade was a very harmonious elder, but at this time, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. It was because the people of the Burning Corps slaughtered Zhiniao Village's behavior that the temperament of this kind elder changed.

"Uncle Qi, it's you, haha! Thank you for saving my life just now." Liu Feng flashed to the side of the seventh grade.

The seventh-grade glanced at Liu Feng, and his cold gaze showed a little warmth, and nodded, "I just taught you a lesson. Although you have experienced countless life-and-death battles, the invincible road finally makes you feel a little overconfident. You can't underestimate the heroes of the world!"

Um!

Liu Feng said seriously: "Thank you for your advice."

"Especially for the strong man at the ultimate level of the Saint-Sagittarius, if he cannot kill with one blow, it is hard to say who will win."

Qipin said seriously: "I heard of the mighty things you did in the ultimate place, but you must not underestimate the strong people of various cities. After you enter the ultimate place, you can make such a famous battle because they all underestimated you! If they can truly look at you seriously like Dimao, you will be in danger."

Um!

Liu Feng nodded seriously again.

"Okay, you have enough nonsense. Seventh-grade, Liu Feng, you are all the targets I have to kill. Since your seventh-grade old guy has also appeared, don't let me kill them together." Dimao grinned and rushed to kill him again. Moreover, his mental power has locked Liu Feng and the seventh-grade, obviously trying to attack them both at the same time.

The seventh grade stepped a step and blocked Liu Feng's face. He waved the five-inch copper shuttle in his hand and turned forward, and shouted: "Xiaofeng, go away quickly, I'll deal with this person."

"I'll leave it to you, Uncle Qi, you have to hold on." Liu Feng moved out without hesitation.

when!

The tip of the gun collided with the copper shuttle, and the seventh grade was shocked and retreated with a bang. The ground under his feet was plowed out of two deep gullies by his feet.

However, there is really a trick in the seventh grade. Even though he faced Dimao, who had a physical strength value of up to 49, he was not panicked at all. Even if he was shocked, his palm was not injured.

"I'm old, can you catch me with a shot, let me see how many more moves you can catch?"

Dimao roared, swinging the wolf-tooth gun as a big stick, wielding a series of terrifying strong winds and crackling sound booms.

The seventh grade continued to retreat continuously, waved the five-inch copper shuttle in his hand to resist, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounds were made during the collision, and each attack would splash a series of dazzling sparks.

"I see!"

Gui Chongyun, who had already arrived beside Liu Feng, protected Liu Feng behind him and said, "This little old man is very smart. He fought hard with Dimao, a scumbag, at all, but used Tai Chi skills to relieve his strength. However, this little old man can remove most of the power emitted by a person with a physical strength of 49, and is obviously not an ordinary person!"

"It's too unusual."

Luo Tengfei, who also rushed over, showed his true nature again, "This seventh grade was a first-level martial saint, right? But now he has become a powerful person at the level of saint display! I heard from the boss that this old guy is obviously much younger than before. It seems that ultimately this place really nourishes people, and the physical strength of this old guy is not low, right? How did he practice it? Is he as good as Lieyan to take good care of health every day? That's why..."

"Shut up!" Liu Feng turned around and turned his elbow to Luo Tengfei's weakness. He almost broke his breath and then closed his mouth.

Gui Chongyun said angrily: "If you have time to speak, why don't you kill all the rest of the Burning Corps, otherwise they will all run away."

Huh?

Luo Tengfei then remembered that his battle was not over yet.

The 500-man Burning Corps just now had been killed and killed by Gui Chongyun and Luo Tengfei, and less than one-fifth of the remaining people were left.

After Luo Tengfei paid attention to these defeated soldiers, less than a hundred people were left and they had already begun to escape.

The dignified Burning Corps, a combat organization with mercenary characteristics, was like a group of bloodthirsty beasts who wanted to tear all their prey apart. Even when facing the nearly massacre of Gui Chongyun and Luo Tengfei, they were resisting with all their might. But at this moment, after getting a chance to breathe, they also felt deeply powerless and fearful and began to escape.

"Run? You want to run, have you asked Grandpa Luo me?"

Luo Tengfei waved his sword and chased and shouted wildly, "Did you forget who I am? Am I not your young leader? I ordered you to stop, why are you running away? Next door to Mala, I am still the godfather of Chu Huailong, the ancestor of Chu family in Sichuan City. Are you so afraid of me? Ah?!"

Damn!

Luo Tengfei shouted, and the conversation was very clear, which made everyone in the gate of Sichuan Metropolitan City hear it clearly.

Chu Huailong was so angry that his white hair was trembling, and he yelled with a big mouth: "Go to Damn, who is your godson? You little bastard, you don't have any moral integrity. Sooner or later, I will tear you alive one day."

"I'm paralyzed, this bastard dares to insult our ancestor!"

"It's unforgivable. Even if they helped us solve the Burning Corps, we can't tolerate him talking nonsense."

"What a beast! He told the people of the Burning Corps that our ancestor was his godson. Isn't it equivalent to saying that our Chu family is a vassal under Liu Feng? He wants us to fight to the death with Newland City!"

when!

When the Chu family was in anger, the bronze shuttle in the hands of the seventh grade was shot away by Dimao's wolf-tooth gun.

Although the current strength of the seventh grade is no longer the same as when he was in the Bird Village, and it is even as powerful as shockingly, it is still a long-term confrontation with Dimao, who has a physical strength value of 49.

At this time, not only did the seventh-grade weapon collapse, but the entire right hand was also shaken open to seven cracks visible to the bones, and blood splashed out all around.

"Oh! I just told Liu Feng that he underestimated the masters in the Ultimate Field. Now it seems that I have lived at such a long age, and have made the mistake of underestimating the enemy?" The seventh grade kept changing its direction, trying to avoid Dimao's attack.

But Dimao was too strong at this time. He waved a wolf-toothed gun in his hand like a round gun plate, and there was a sense of terror that was destroyed and destroyed wherever he passed.

Puff, puff!

During the seventh grade retreat, the clothes on his body were constantly broken by Dimao's energy, and pieces of cloth shavings splashed around with blood.

"It's over, Xiaofeng, run quickly!" The seventh-grade rank was helpless and loudly reminded Liu Feng to escape.

If it were normal times, when Liu Feng faced an invincible opponent alone, he would really escape. In the heart of Lord Hell, escaping is definitely not a shame, but it is the most embarrassing to be killed by the enemy.

But now Liu Feng can't run away because Liu Feng never left his friend's habit of escaping himself.

"Ghost rushes to the clouds, go up!" Liu Feng shouted loudly at the critical moment.

"yes!"

Gui Chongyun did not hesitate and took out a heavy hammer in his hand and banged towards Dimao.

Dong, Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

With Gui Chongyun, whose physical strength value reached 47, joining, Dimao's offensive finally slowed down.

A large gun and a sledgehammer collided with wave-like apertures, which made the dark matter energy around it boil, creating a field that made people palpitations and suffocate.

"Damn it, where did you get the big guy? Humph! It turns out that it is a garbage that has a lack of soul and a problem with the body. How long can you keep your terrifying body strength like this? Go and die!"

After dozens of moves against him, Dimao suddenly discovered Gui Chongyun's shortcomings. He held the wolf-tooth gun in both hands and slashed it down at Gui Chongyun's head with all his strength.

"MD! I do have a lack of soul, but with your little miscellaneous, you want to defeat me in three moves and two moves, you are overthinking." Gui Chongyun roared and slapped the heavy hammer to bombard him.

At the same time, the seventh grade picked up the copper shuttle and counterattacked, "Big guy, let's attack together. Today we must send this Dimao to hell."
Chapter completed!