"Jumping clown?"

"Not the fart?"

"King of Hell, are you sure you are talking about us?"

The god of gambling, the king of death, and the white-headed man were all angry. No matter how strong these big men from the Western underground world had formed a momentum like a sea of ​​corpses and blood in their anger, which completely suppressed the atmosphere in the entire living room.

As for the Great God, he did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes and said coldly: "King Liu Yan, your words make me angry. You must understand that in the Western underground world, the Great God will be angry and the consequences will be very serious."

Liu Feng said coldly: "You are right. I am talking about you, so there is no need to question it. And you are the god of heaven. If you get angry, the consequences will be serious. So what?"

"Yes, so what?"

"Great God, do you really want to fight with the King of Hell?"

At this moment, two more big bosses walked in side by side.

One of these two men was bright and energetic. Although they were middle-aged, they had a few five-year-old bangs dyed in front of their foreheads. The other was not tall but had a big belly. Although they looked like a vulgar belly, they had a terrifying splendor flashes in their small eyes.

"It's the God of War in the Latin Temple, and the one in the Dark Arsenal..."

"Fat guy from the Dark Arsenal, are you and the God of War standing on the side of King Liu's Yanwang?"

"Two, you must understand that the King of Hell is an Easterner, and he shouldn't have appeared in the Western Underworld."

The appearance of these two people made the people targeting Liu Feng somewhat embarrassed, and at the same time they also became the targets of these people.

However, the fat man with a big belly had a special identity. Even if these people were targeting him, they would not dare to say too much.

The Dark Arsenal existed more than fifty years earlier than the Death Arsenal in the Western Underworld. Its profound heritage is enough to make all major forces in the Western Underworld feel afraid.

Even when the Great God looked at the two of them, his lips moved several times and did not say too much.

"You guys are thinking too much. Fat man and I are neutral. I don't care that the King of Hell is a white or yellow person. In short, he is now recognized as a member of the Western underground world. I don't reject him, and of course I don't have a good impression of him. Today I'm just watching the fun." When the God of War spoke, he blew his colorful bangs upwards.

"So too, I just watch the fun. I provoked you just now because I wanted to have fun. You don't like each other so much, so why not fight? If you can't fight, it's boring."

The fat man glanced at Liu Feng at this time and said with a smile: "King of Hell, you won't mind if I'm so provoking trouble, right?"

Ah puff!

A group of big men at the scene were almost vomited blood, and they cursed the fat man in their hearts. They had never seen such a shameless person!

Liu Feng was also amused and pointed at the seats prepared around him, saying, "Pretty man and the God of War, please sit down. Actually, I don't mind if you two are asking for trouble, but I also want to thank you, because I really want to find a reasonable and polite reason to beat them up. Thank you, for giving me such a perfect reason."

Ah puff!

Several big men, led by the Great God, almost vomited blood at this time.

"My Lord Hell, my Death Arsenal suffered several great losses in front of your underworld. With our identity, it would be boring to let the people below fight. Today I will discuss with you first." Death King took a step forward and said seriously.

"I forgot to hurt after healing the scar." Liu Feng sneered: "I beat you up when you were the number one god of death. Where did you come from today's confidence to come out and fight me one-on-one?"

"Who said it was a one-on-one fight?"

Baitou Weng, the commander of the Satan Legion, also stood up, "I heard that you, King Liu, have improved rapidly in the past year. Today you still have a home advantage, so I want to fight you with the King of Death. Do you dare to fight?"

Swish!

The masters of the two top Western forces actually fought against Liu Feng regardless of the demands of face, but this attracted everyone's attention to Liu Feng.

Liu Feng had reason to refuse to agree to the one-on-two request, but the white-headed man emphasized that this was Liu Feng's home court. In addition, Lord Hell just mocked them as a clown, and he was not even a big deal. If he didn't fight at this time, Lord Hell would be despised!

However, will Brother Feng disappoint people? Of course not.

"Two fights with me? Are you two enough?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "If you two lack confidence, you can let the god of gambling, the holy angel, and the great god go together, I don't care."

Wow!

Brother Feng's sharp words caused a burst of exclamation.

"Ao! Lord Hell, just by your words, I will accept you no matter if you win or lose."

"I've confirmed it before I came. There must be a good show, but I didn't expect it to come so early."

"Not only came early, but it also seemed to be very exciting!"

The three Elf King, Fat Man, and the God of War sat aside and teased heartlessly.

"Five against one? You think too much of yourself, we are enough for both of us."

"King of Hell, you are trying to die."

The Death King and the White-Headed Man were furious and rushed towards Liu Feng from left to right.

Liu Feng was not afraid at all. He stepped on the Bagua Tai Chi step, his body was like a dragon swimming around the Nine Palaces, and his arms were stretched out to respond to the enemy with the Bagua Zhang, which was both hard and soft.

Although the two big guys have extremely strong personal combat power, compared with Liu Feng today, they seem to have only a vague advantage.

"Is Liu Feng's downfall?" Zhou Yi, who was in the closed room, said with a strange expression: "This doesn't make sense. The strength shown by the God of Death and the Baitou Weng is obviously not at the level of Danjin. It is not an exaggeration for Liu Feng to beat 100 at a time, right?"

hey-hey!

Xu Tingfei smiled wickedly and said, "This bad boy is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. If he doesn't show any difficulty, the remaining few people who provoke him will dare to continue to ask for beatings? But this guy is so nervous that I'll be even more nervous. He really beats these Western bosses in the National Church. I'm really afraid that these dangerous people will play planes in the capital in the future!"

After hearing Xu Tingfei's words, Zhou Yi also showed a strange expression on his face, and then his eyes locked on the display screen in front of him.

Bang!

After Liu Feng and the other two fought fiercely for nearly ten minutes, Liu Feng seemed to have seized an extremely rare opportunity. While dodging the punch of the God of Death King, his left fist suddenly swung his back and a back fist hit the Baitou Weng's left face.

Ah puff!

King Satan was hit by Liu Feng's punch and flew up, rotating like a gyro in the air, and sprayed out more than a dozen large white teeth with bloodshot hairs out of his mouth.

"you……"

At the same time, the King of Death was stunned for a moment.

They fought against one with two against one, and their advantage was becoming more and more obvious, but Liu Feng's punch was like a stroke of magic, disrupting his rhythm.

What's even more terrifying is that Liu Feng's speed seemed to double at this time. The moment he knocked down the white-headed man, his figure flashed and reached the opposite side of the Death King. A simple and rough uppercut fist flicked it from the lifted arm of the Death King.

Bang!

Without any suspense, the muffled sound of fisting and flesh suddenly broke out. The King of Death was beaten to his head and suddenly tilted to the ground.

"KO!" After defeating the two Western bosses, Liu Feng seemed to take a step forward unintentionally, and just stepped on the head of the Death God King, and made a victory gesture and said: "Everyone saw it. This Lord Hell is so strong. He defeated the Death God King and the White-headed Man with one against two... There is no pressure!"

Liu Feng said there was no pressure, but his chest was fluctuating violently and his breathing was a little rapid. But no matter what, Liu Feng publicly defeated two bigwigs of the same level, which absolutely shocked everyone on the scene.

What's even more funny is that at this moment, a very fast and excited voice sounded, "Boss is so handsome, I've recorded it. I've recorded it clearly when you defeated the King of Death and the White-headed Man. Uploaded, uploaded!"

“Uploaded?”

The great god who was watching the game suddenly turned around and asked, "Where has it been uploaded?"

"It's uploaded to the dark platform! With such a wonderful performance by Lord Hell, how can you not let the outstanding colleagues in the underground world worship you?"
Chapter completed!