There is a saying in the Chinese martial arts world: Experts can tell if there is any one.

Judging from Ha Ming's move, this second god of death is really powerful. It's so powerful that even if Luo Tengfei uses the power of the werewolf blood, he may not be able to stabilize his pressure.

Liu Feng had just dodged the flying hand in hand, and Ha Ming's steel whip came over, and the pure steel whip knot at the tip of the whip made a sizzling sound in the air.

It can be imagined that if this whip hits a person, it will definitely cause bones and tendons to break.

Liu Feng turned his body and was extremely fast. He easily avoided the steel whip and walked around Ha Ming.

But even so, Luo Tengfei and the Ghost King who were watching the game were nervous for a moment, because the strong wind driven by the steel whip actually made Liu Feng's hair slightly slung, and even the short bangs in front of his forehead were fluttering backwards.

Wow!

At the same time, Ha Ming also turned around suddenly, and the steel whip in his hand stretched toward him and arched a long arc of one and a half circle again. The pure steel whip joints on the whip were rubbing a slight spark and twitched towards Liu Feng's neck.

"It's really good, this combat awareness is already very powerful." Liu Feng dived down and turned the character in a slanted way. His body was like a dragon coming out of water. While dodging the steel whip, he punched Ha Ming in the chest.

ha!

Ha Ming shouted loudly, retreated with all his strength, and suddenly pulled the steel whip back with his right hand. The tip of the steel whip was back down, and it actually twitched to the back of Liu Feng's head.

At this moment, a smug smile appeared on Ha Ming's face. When he tried his best to retreat, Liu Feng's fist hit him almost all hit the collar of his chest. A terrifying energy shocked his chest to hurt.

But after all, he avoided the killing move that was severely damaged, and his way of pulling the steel whip was also a killing skill he had practiced countless times. I don’t know how many masters who traverse the Western underground world died under his move. He was very much looking forward to the dignified Lord Hell being beaten to death by his whip.

But after meditating for too much, Liu Feng stepped forward with his left foot, thrusting his body forward into a big lunge shape, and he grabbed his right hand back without looking back.

Bang!

The last tip of the steel whip was actually grabbed by him steadily.

The grim smile that had just risen on Ha Ming's face froze instantly.

After Liu Feng grabbed the steel whip, he suddenly pulled back. Ha Ming felt a strong force. Even though his figure was stronger than Liu Feng, he was dragged forward.

"No! How could a yellow race be more powerful than a white race?"

Ha Ming yelled, stomped his horse, and broke free with all his strength with both hands.

The two of them competed, which was one-meter-5-meter-long steel whip, made a crackling sound of metal struggling, and even sparks were made at the pulling rings of the whip joints.

"Who said that white people must be more powerful than yellow people?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "Chinese martial arts are the best in the world. After World War II, Chinese martial arts have been in a 20-year gap, but they still have unique features in the training of human potential development. The yellow people who have been reasonably trained are no worse than those of naturally strong whites and blacks."

That's right, Liu Feng proved what he said with practical actions.

He was holding the steel whip with one hand, but Ha Ming was holding the steel whip with both hands, while the two were now in a seemingly even state.

No, it wasn't evenly matched, Liu Feng seemed very relaxed, but Ha Ming's chest, arms, and legs were all completely raised, and he obviously had his full strength.

"No, even if you are the King of Hell, even if I really can't beat you, I don't believe that you will not be as good as you in terms of strength. I will give it to me!" Ha Ming seemed to be quite confident in his own strength, and it seemed that he only needed to find some dignity for himself in terms of strength.

He pulled back with all his strength, and because the strength was too great, the muscles on his legs suddenly swelled up his trousers.

At the same time, Liu Feng's right hand suddenly relaxed.

ah!

Ha Ming exclaimed in surprise. Because he used too much force, his body retreated four or five steps. In the end, the wolf fell down and sat on the ground.

What's even more annoying is that the steel whip that was pulled back by him shook in the air. Finally, the end of the whip was forced to return to his pocket and thrust into his face with a bang.

Damn!

But this time, Ha Ming felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if his cheekbones were cracked, and at least two front teeth were broken into pieces and slipped out of his mouth.

"Damn it! It's so fucking amazing. The second god of death. Others use weapons like steel whips to suck others. Why do you even suck yourself?"

"Lao Luo, what do you know? You must first practice being beaten by practicing beating people. This shows that Mr. Husky has practiced his basic skills well. In actual combat, he also likes to beat himself up for nothing, and can improve his ability to fight against hits!"

Luo Tengfei and the Ghost King stood together and teased him just right, making Ha Ming's eyes so angry that they burst into black.

Liu Feng walked towards Ha Ming step by step and said with a smile: "Ha Ming, you lost. I have to say that if I didn't go back to China, if you met me a few months ago, even if your strength could not win me, it would make me feel very troublesome, but now you are in front of me with no combat power."

"Wooh... no, I am the second god of death, I am the god of death, and the god of death should be the master of the Western underground world, even if you are the King of Hell."

Ha Ming roared angrily and waved the steel whip at Liu Feng again.

But Liu Feng raised his hand, grabbed the opponent's steel whip again, and suddenly swung backwards.

This time, Ha Ming really couldn't hold on. This one-meter-5-meter-long steel whip was thrown behind Liu Feng and drew circles in the air and flew out in a slanted circle.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, a steel whip hit some object.

"Wow! That's OK?"

"That, that fifth god of death, was so simple that his head was broken."

"Damn, this time the hatred has really increased."

Whether it was the onlookers, Luo Tengfei and Ghost King, or Yang Ding and Yang Shiwen, they were stunned at this time, and some even shouted because of excessive shock.

Liu Feng also shrugged his shoulders and said innocently: "I didn't mean it, I accidentally killed a god of death!"

That's right, Brother Feng didn't mean it. He just wanted to show off his strength simply, seize Ha Ming's steel whip and throw it out.

But never thought that the fifth god of death Mi Xiu stood in the position of the steel whip flying out, and because he was worried that Liu Feng would kill Ha Ming, he happened to approach Liu Feng quietly, so he was hit in the head by the steel whip that suddenly flew out.

A big head was smashed to the point where three terrifying gaps were cracked. The fifth god of death instantly died and his body fell to the ground with a thump.
Chapter completed!