Chapter 95: Mysterious iron chariot

Lin Feng is like an erupting beast, opposite to Zhou Chuanxiong's fist. Lin Feng knew Zhou Chuanxiong's purpose, he would kill himself even if he was seriously injured, but he made the wrong calculation. Lin Feng's qi sea was twice that of ordinary people, and the duration of his martial arts.
More lasting.
After the two fought for half an hour, Zhou Chuanxiong suffered a lot of injuries. He looked at Lin Feng with a grim face, and roared in disbelief: "How is it possible! Why do you still have spiritual power!"
"Humph!"
Lin Feng did not respond directly to him, turned his body backwards and left the battlefield.
"Since you can't kill you, use your strength to solve it!" Zhou Chuanxiong roared, with layers of spiritual power superimposed, his palms became extremely dark, and there was a sound of explosion from the air current.
"Smash the monumental hand!"
A huge stone tablet appeared behind Zhou Chuanxiong, with dense handwriting engraved on it, exuding endless golden light, and it slammed toward Lin Feng fiercely. Lin Feng had a solemn expression on his face. Tang Long was seriously injured and dying from Zhou Chuanxiong's attack. According to preliminary judgments, Zhou Chuanxiong's martial art was at least a prefecture-level middle-grade martial art. Lin Feng closed his eyes tightly and his aura condensed One
At this point, the spiritual power on his body instantly gathered under his feet and became a fiery red one.
Lin Feng soared into the sky amidst everyone's surprised eyes. He was already wearing a blue ray, but now there was a red light under his feet, and he was full of demons.
"Seven steps to kill the unicorn!" A voice resounding through the sky sounded throughout the square!
Lin Feng hit the huge stone stele that rushed head-on in the air, his feet shone brightly, and he stepped on the huge stone stele for seven consecutive steps!
"Boom bang bang!"
"Boom bang bang!"
"step!"
"Two steps!"
"Three steps!"
"..."
When Lin Feng stepped down in the seventh step, the huge stone monument was shattered and turned into countless rubble falling on the surface, burying Zhou Chuanxiong who was the first to bear the brunt on the ground. Lin Feng slowly landed on the ground, his face became paler and paler, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​Qi has been exhausted, and the only remaining spiritual power is attached to the surface of his body to support the collapse of all things. ",Look
As the blue light on his body flickered and dimmed, Lin Feng realized the danger, and soon, the power given to him by Vientiane Collapse would completely disappear.
Lin Feng looked at the gravel in front of him with a solemn face. He knew that Zhou Chuanxiong would not lose out so easily.
Sure enough, after a while, all the gravel piled up in front of Lin Feng exploded, and a figure covered in blood appeared in the eyes of everyone.
"Puff! Wow!"
Zhou Chuanxiong stumbled out of the pile of rubble, sat on the ground panting, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"The taste is so good!" Lin Feng looked at Zhou Chuanxiong on the opposite side, and cold words came from his mouth.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
Zhou Chuanxiong stood up in a rage, staggered a few steps, almost fell to the ground.
"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"
Lin Feng didn't want to waste this opportunity for the meeting, so he rushed up quickly, fully energized, and gathered all the strength of his body and punched Zhou Chuanxiong in the face.
Zhou Chuanxiong was experienced in fighting and reacted quickly. His hands were placed in front of his face instantly, and Lin Feng hit his arm with this punch.
"Boom!"
Just hearing "Kacha!", one of Zhou Chuanxiong's thick arms was interrupted by Lin Feng with a punch.
"what!"
Zhou Chuanxiong couldn't help screaming because of the huge pain, his face pale.
Lin Feng was merciless, and immediately kicked him out with a backlash.
"Boom!"
Zhou Chuanxiong's huge body hit the edge of the ring, and the blood couldn't stop coughing out.
"bad!"
Seeing that Zhou Chuanxiong was gone, Mu Qingtian in the audience was about to drag him off the stage, but was stopped by Elder Meng one step in advance.
"Elder Mu, what are you going to do!" Elder Meng looked at him coldly.
"Get out of the way!"
Mu Qingtian glared at him and roared.
"Which old man was not ashamed to say that the game is going to be fair, what do you mean?" Elder Meng was so merciless that Mu Qingtian couldn't say a word.
"You...huh!"
Mu Qingtian trembling all over, stepped back and stopped looking at the ring.
"You lost!" An indifferent word sounded.
Lin Feng walked slowly in the direction of Zhou Chuanxiong.
Zhou Chuanxiong half-kneeled on the ground, roaring grimly: "I am ranked first among the tens of thousands of outer disciples in the Yutian Temple, how could I lose to you!"
Immediately after Zhou Chuanxiong gritted his teeth, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a huge chariot appeared in front of him.
The whole body of the chariot showed a black color, with many lifelike monsters carved on it, each with a large mouth of blood, vividly.
Zhou Chuanxiong looked at Lin Feng on the opposite side with red eyes, and roared: "This is the mysterious iron chariot given to me by a master craftsman in the sect. Lin Feng, you are dead."
Zhou Chuanxiong has long forgotten the meaning of this game. He has only one purpose now, and that is to kill Lin Feng!
"go to hell!"
After all, Zhou Chuanxiong jumped into the chariot, controlled the chariot, and rolled towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng saw that the chariot rushing over was huge, just like a tank in Lin Feng's previous life. Zhou Chuanxiong could sit down with such a huge and burly body. This is not easy!
Lin Feng stomped on the ground fiercely, jumped into the air, hid in the back, and fell to the edge of the ring.
"Boom!"
I saw that the place where Lin Feng stood before was crushed by a big hole. If Lin Feng resisted, he would only end up with one, and it would be crushed into flesh.
"Brother-in-law, go on!"
Murongtian in the audience threw the long knife in his hand at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng took the long knife, stepped on the Qilin phantom, leaped into the air, and slashed the chariot.
"Boom!"
"Clang!"
The long knife struck a string of sparks on the black iron chariot, leaving only a white mark on the chariot.
"what!"
Lin Feng's hands were numb by the force of the tank's counter-shock, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.
"It's useless, my chariot is made of thousand-year-old profound iron, and ordinary weapons can't be broken!"
Zhou Chuanxiong's icy words sounded inside the Xuantie chariot.
In the audience, everyone screamed angrily when they saw this scene.
"Elder Meng, Zhou Chuanxiong fouled!"
"How can he use a tank! It's not fair!"
"Since Zhou Chuanxiong uses a chariot, Lin Feng can also use his weapons!"
"Mu Qingtian, you want to explain to me!"
Elder Meng looked at Mu Qingtian with a gloomy expression, furious, and his anger reached the extreme. Mu Qingtian on the side saw the expression on Elder Meng’s face and couldn’t help laughing:
Elder Meng, whatever you use is a kind of strength, but those weapons of Lin Feng still cannot be used, and you agreed before. Many people have heard it, but you can't regret it, hahaha!"