"You want to fight me?"

He Kun was stunned when he heard this.

Others were also quite surprised. Although Zhuo Mufeng had the upper hand today, he could not compare with He Kun when it comes to martial arts.

There are indeed rumors that Zhuo Mufeng enters the country very quickly and is already a warrior of the fourth level of true qi, but He Kun is at the sixth level of true qi, and he is practicing the three-star martial arts taught by Lei Heng, the Great Evil Hand.

Before this, He Kun personally killed a demonic warrior at the eighth level of true Qi, and his strength at the same level was extremely good.

"Tell me a trick? Boy, don't be so cunning in life."

Lei Heng kept sneering.

After he reminded me, many people suddenly realized it.

I see.

With one move, if the strength of the two people is not much different, it is naturally difficult to decide the outcome.

Zhuo Mufeng once defeated many warriors of the same level in Nuanyang Mountain and was extremely confident in his own strength. Perhaps in his eyes, he had the opportunity to catch He Kun's move.

In this way, this battle will inevitably lead to the illusion that the two of them are equal.

"Police tricks will not be the right way."

An old man sitting next to Lei Heng commented.

Some people recognized that this person was Lei Heng's friend for many years. His strength was only one line away from the Earth Spirit List, and he was also a famous player.

"In the world, people often lose a lot of rice if they steal chickens. Boy, I advise you not to be lucky, not only today, but also in the future, otherwise you will harm yourself sooner or later."

Another middle-aged man who was at the same table with Lei Heng seemed kindly reminded.

"Thank you for your advice, I will remember it."

Zhuo Mufeng nodded, but did not mean to give up the competition. Seeing this, the middle-aged man pulled the corners of his mouth slightly and let out a soft laugh.

"Zhuo Mufeng, stop making trouble. This is not a place for you to go wild. Go out quickly."

Wu Yuanyuan shouted coldly and sweetly, her pretty face that was so beautiful that it was almost weird was full of frost, giving people the dignity that they dare not disobey.

However, in the eyes of those who are interested, it was like her helpless act to stop Zhuo Mufeng from making a fool of himself, and even He Kun was jealous.

The heroes present either had expressionless expressions, shook their heads without saying a word, or talked in a low voice. The strangeness in their eyes made Shang Zirong extremely uneasy, and she gently pulled the senior brother's sleeve.

She instinctively wanted to dissuade her, but when she thought about how helpless and sad her senior brother would be if she didn't even support her, her only relative, would she not support him.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound was made.

Zhuo Mufeng shook his junior sister's hand in the back and turned around and smiled at her.

The true love was revealed in times of adversity, and he was very moved by the little girl's performance and decided to take good care of her in the future. However, at present, he must first deal with a certain annoying fly.

"Brother He, do you dare?"

Zhuo Mufeng asked word by word.

"What's not to dare?"

He Kun responded coldly.

The anger of being despised mixed with jealousy made him lose some of his rationality. What's more, who knows that his big evil hands have improved recently, and the heat is even better than before.

With one move as a limit, he must let Zhuo Mufeng taste the pain of causing humiliation.

Wu Yuanyuan smiled angry when she saw this scene. Well, the man surnamed Zhuo insisted on being rushed to be thrust, so why should she stop her? She sat back to her original position and stared indifferently in front of her.

Clam!

There was no momentum or any signs. I saw a flash of sword light and Zhuo Mufeng took action.

Because all the momentum and power had been condensed into this sword by him, mixed with the aggrievance and revenge of being dealt with, blooming soundly.

boom!

Zhuo Mufeng used all his strength and penetrated his five serious hands in a crazy way, which made the speed of this sword continue to increase and his strength could not be increased.

When rubbing against the air, a sharp and sharp whistling sound was made, like steel beads sliding across the ice, lightly shining by the setting sun in the sky, leaving a dazzling light and shadow, directly attacking He Kun, whose face changed suddenly ten steps away.

"The evil hands are ruthless!"

He Kun's hair stood upside down, a warning sign for danger spread throughout his body like an electric current, making him afraid to be careless. He also raised ten success powers, and his palms transformed into nine shadows, forming a fan-shaped slap forward.

The three-star palm technique of Dacheng, the big evil hand.

If you can reach this level at the age of eighteen, all the heroes present should be amazed.

However, the sword light on the other side was even more exaggerated. Suddenly, like a peacock spreading its tail, it also burst out with many sword shadows, like a hedgehog needle inserted upside down. The tips were united and held in Zhuo Mufeng's hand and swung to fight.

The three-star sword technique in the realm of transformation is the Great Sumeru sword style.

No, it's not finished yet.

Just at the tip of the sword, the internal force extended forward, forming three inches of splendor, and ruthlessly cut off several palm shadows.

"Break me!"

He Kun laughed loudly. It turned out that he had just a false move before, and his palm power was in contact with it but did not release it. At this moment, he was like a flood discharge and burst out, and his mind was gushing out. Before the strong wind arrived, Zhuo Mufeng's hair had already blown back straightened.

Lei Heng, who was secretly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled silently. This disciple did not disappoint him.

But the next moment—

The three-inch light suddenly extended to six inches, like a small dagger. With Zhuo Mufeng's hand waved, He Kun's palm pose was cut open just halfway through, and the strong wind was cut open.

The second half of the move could not be completed, He Kun roared and had to change the moves in the middle, so that the palm power lost control and exploded with a bang.

Wait pounds...

The blood mist spread, and a figure was shaken away. He rolled on the ground for a few times before stopping. He held his bloody right hand with his left hand and kept screaming loudly, "Who is He Kun?"

"What?"

Some people couldn't help but scream, shocked by this incredible result.

Lei Heng's smile was frozen, and his white bearded hand was frozen. The incident happened suddenly and he didn't even come back to his senses.

The old man sitting next to him, the middle-aged man who spoke before, and many sarcastic martial arts masters present were shocked, and the various expressions were petrified, as ridiculous as it would be.

Not to mention Li Yanling, Feng Tianxing, Fei Yu and other members of the Defense League, they were all stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

Even Wu Yuanyuan, Huawei Feng, Lan Xiang and others were speechless.

The audience was stunned.

"Brother He, you and I are just having a fight. I didn't expect that you would hurt yourself by using so much force. I'm so sorry. I hope your hands won't be ruined."

Zhuo Mufeng inserted his sword into the sheath, and there was no smug feeling on his face, as if everything was just ordinary.

The easiest way to destroy a person is to crush him in his most proud field. He Kun harmed himself twice in a row, so Zhuo Mufeng would certainly not be polite.

With He Kun's proud personality, he was defeated by himself in front of everyone. I believe this will become the other party's inner demon for the rest of his life.

As long as you don’t defeat yourself openly, you will never be able to be driven away.

So, can He Kun defeat himself in the future?

joke.
Chapter completed!