"you……"

Bang!

A monk exclaimed with his eyes, but he had only had time to say one word and was stuffed on his face by a 43-yard big foot.

This time Liu Feng made a polite attack. This kick made the monk slam his body and fell to the ground, rolling his eyes and fainted.

"King of Hell, don't go too far. Our Holy See is not easy to bully..."

Bang!

Another monk roared angrily, but before he finished speaking, he was hit on his shoulder and neck with a heavy elbow and fell to the ground with a plop.

The last monk was smart and ran away without waiting for Liu Feng to take action.

"Can you run away?"

Liu Feng sneered, swung his right hand, and a silver light flew out.

puff!

The monk didn't even finish two steps, and then felt a numbness on the back of his neck and fell to the ground.

As for the other two nuns, they were so scared that they were shaking their eyes and their eyelashes were trembling.

Liu Feng raised his hands and raised his middle finger to the two nuns without hesitation, "Remember, if you have the ability to provoke others, you are arrogant. If you have no ability to provoke others, you are stupid, understand?"

"You, you dare to give us a middle finger?"

"We are nuns of the Holy See, you, you..."

The two nuns were so angry that their faces turned red and their bodies were trembling.

"roll!"

Liu Feng said in a disgusting tone: "Stop pretending to be holy in front of me. The pastor Paul above gives me a feeling of being a truly gentleman, but you, haha!"

"You guys go."

At this moment, the red-haired Father Makz stood up and waved his hand and said, "This young man is very strong, and your attitude is really not worthy of respect from others."

"But he hit our people!"

"Father Makz, can we watch the battle here?"

The two nuns asked anxiously.

"You guys go back, don't let me say it again. I want to fight this young man with peace of mind. I feel that this is a fierce battle, a fierce battle that is enough to make me do my best. I don't want anyone to disturb me." As Makz spoke, his eyes were already locked in Liu Feng.

The two nuns did not dare to say more, and quickly dragged three unconscious companions away.

Liu Feng was also staring at Makz at this time. He felt a tough and dangerous atmosphere from the red-haired priest.

"You are very strong. I have been in the West for many years. I have seen many priests and pastors, but none of them have the strength of you. What's the use of a clergy who dedicated his life to God? " Liu Feng asked.

Makz said: "This world is not as peaceful as you think. You cannot understand the responsibility that our Holy See has to bear. Well, if you want to enter the gate of hell, you need to learn more and get more benefits, then use all your strength to defeat me, otherwise the benefits you have received before will be deprived of by me."

While speaking, Makz made a move with his right hand, and the Western ancient sword placed in front of the light gate came to his hand with a whizz.

"I won't hold back, King of Hell, although you are a young junior, I feel that you are very strong and I will do my best." After Makz held the sword in both hands, the ancient Western sword choked and let out a sword sound, and streaming light flowed along the sword body on Makz's body, and then a piece of ancient armor covered his body.

The armor is silver-gray all over, with red edges on the edges, which complements the Western-style ancient sword in his hand to form a perfect offensive and defensive combination.

"Okay, I'll do my best, too."

Swish!

Just as Liu Feng was speaking, Makz actually launched an attack, and the Western ancient sword slashed in front of Liu Feng with a sharp sword light.

Knock!

Liu Feng raised his scimitar to block it horizontally, but the scimitar, which had always been extremely sharp, was cut off by Makz's ancient sword, as easy as cutting tofu.

Fortunately, Liu Feng hid quickly, otherwise he would have to be cut off by this sword.

Even so, the clothes on Liu Feng's right shoulder were also damaged by the sword energy.

Moreover, Makz's own strength was really terrifyingly strong. He slashed the air with one sword, and suddenly his wrist was crossed, and the ancient sword smeared Liu Feng's throat.

when!

Liu Feng threw away the broken knife and blocked the Black Sky Sword in his right hand.

The ancient sword collided with the gun rod to create a series of dazzling Mars. Although Liu Feng caught the sword, he was shocked by the powerful force coming from the ancient sword and retreated step by step.

"Sure enough, you are indeed very strong. I am the fastest sword in the Holy See, but you can deal with it calmly." Makz shook his sword and stabbed Liu Feng again.

Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the prophet's artistic conception domain and the innate domain were unfolding. In his eyes, the opponent's speed seemed to have completely slowed down, and all the moves before Makz took action were magically presented in front of Liu Feng.

At this moment, Liu Feng fell into an unprecedented state of concentration.

He waved the Black Sky Sword in his hand and seriously cracked the opponent's quick attack with one move.

The black sharp spear tip of the Black Sky Sword quickly formed a series of black spear nets under Liu Feng's waving.

No matter how strong the opponent's ancient sword attack is, it cannot break Liu Feng's defense.

"So that's it. The sword technique of your Holy See is very similar to that of the Crusader."

After fighting for a while, Liu Feng suddenly said excitedly: "Old priest, it's my turn to fight back now."

Swish!

At this moment, Liu Feng's temperament changed, and a wave of unyielding momentum erupted. While the Black Sky Sword in his hand stabbed forward, the short spear suddenly became longer silently.

The gun body, which was originally less than half a meter, suddenly reached a length of nearly two meters. With the tip of a foot and a half long, the entire gun was as long as two meters per year.

The shot was shot too quickly, and in an instant, the tip of the gun had stabbed Makz in front of him.

As strong as Makz, his pupils suddenly expanded to their limits, but the red-haired priest was also very powerful, and his body was almost instinctively slanted to the back.

The dark tip of the gun was rubbed through the tip of his nose, and the sharp edge almost wiped a bloody mark on the skin at the tip of his nose.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng held the gun in both hands and started the attack with the traditional Chinese martial arts of shaking the big gun.

The spear was like a dragon with a sword in Liu Feng's hands. As he stabbed, eighteen spear shadows shook out from the spear head, forming a terrifying plate of gun flowers, almost covering Makz's entire upper body.

Makz quickly retreated and slashed with Hu sword.

when!

With one blow from the tip of the spear, Liu Feng was shocked to retreat seven or eight steps away again, while Makz only retreated three steps away.

When defending, Liu Feng was invincible with the prophet's artistic conception, but once attacked, he had the opportunity to fight against Liu Feng. In this way, Makz still suppressed Liu Feng with his strong strength and this terrifying armor.

But Liu Feng was not discouraged at all. Instead, after stabbing this shot, his momentum became stronger.

"Come again!" After a loud roar, Liu Feng shook his gun and continued to attack.

This time Liu Feng was not shaking the spear flowers. He quickly stabbed the spear and pulled it back, and the spear shadows seemed to penetrate the space here.

Such a simple, direct and rough attack method is the easiest to crack, but the domineering feature of Chinese martial arts lies in the coordination of body movement and footwork.

While Liu Feng was constantly changing his position, he quickly carried out such a simple and crude quick attack, which gave people a feeling of being unbearable.

Makz swung his sword three times several times, trying to fight Liu Feng head-on, but he swung the sword in the air several times.

"The only way to break the martial arts in the world is to be fast. This is your famous saying in Chinese martial arts, right?" Makz was a little focal at this time. After Liu Feng forced him to move forward and retreat, he suddenly turned the Gu Jian, dived slightly, and kicked his feet.

boom!

There was a roar on the ground, as if the earth was trembling, but then Makz appeared behind Liu Feng, and the ancient sword raised by the sword suddenly raised upwards.

when!

At the critical moment, Liu Feng turned around and carried the gun, and the Hei Tian Sword stood in front of him, steadily blocking the ancient sword.

The guns and swords clashed, and Liu Feng was shocked seven or eight steps away again.

But then the ground trembled again, and Makz disappeared from Liu Feng again.

Liu Feng's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not happy or sad, and he pulled his gun to the left.

when!

The ancient sword slashed on the gun again, and the result was the same, and Liu Feng was shocked again.

Dang, Dangdangdang...

Makz unfolded rapidly again and again, and swung his sword vigorously, but Liu Feng could always steadily block the ancient sword when it was extremely dangerous.

"Sure enough, my feeling is right. Although you are not very skilled, you are extremely dangerous. It is indeed a fierce battle!" Makz's move became more and more fierce, and his speed became faster and faster.

Liu Feng focused on responding and responded: "Fierce battles, I like such fierce battles, especially if I like to win in such fierce battles. Makz, can you be faster and stronger?"
Chapter completed!