Chapter 781: Self-defeating

"flood."
The flames seem to roar around the knives, and the enthusiasm of Lu Feng is extremely majestic. The sound of Hao Feng is low and low, revealing the strong temperament that is different from the greed of greed. The long knife descends from the sky, and the first hit is condescending. Zhuang Shaoyu slammed down, the long knife has not yet fallen, the momentum has already shrouded the earth, so that Zhuang Shaoyu could not dodge.
"Humph."
After a cold sigh, Zhuang Shaoyu swayed his body. This is the first time that he has exerted his full strength after the injury. At least he can sacrifice the strength of the 90% of the peak period. The purple gold fan traverses and the Jiucheng force storms the dragon. Ben Lu’s chest went away.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
In the laughter of Lu Fengqi, Zhuang Shaoyu’s
嘭
sounded like a cannonball, and his face turned pale. The purple gold fan almost flew away. The arm seemed to be filled with lead and it was difficult to lift. The intense flame burned all over the body. After ten days of retreat, it was quite stable. The body was shaken, and the divine power came out. The 52nd hole in the body of Lu Feng’s body was dispelled by the waves, but the heart was getting cold and cold, and the strong Lu Feng, A mortal personality in the district can actually blast such a fierce and strong style, and have to say that this person's talent is indeed not comparable to the average person.
......
"Haha, how is the taste of the first style?" Lu Feng stood in the air and looked at Zhuang Shaoyu in a condescending manner. He did not smile: "Young people don't know how high and thick, how do you think Grandpa is based in the Black Rock Empire."
"you……"
Zhuang Shaoyu hated it, his face was awkward, and the first person in the martial arts empire rookie was actually subjected to such a , which made him unacceptable, but the gap is in front of him, the 29th day and the 52-day confrontation Completely defeated, even if he is the sacred cast and the opponent is the mortal personality, the pros and cons.
"Not finished yet."
Zhuang Shaoyu's momentum sinks, and immediately sacred the next move. The surrounding winds are big, as if to tear everything, it is the third style of Fengshen, tearing the sky.
"Glyphs are small."
Lu Fengyi stood in the air, and once again smashed the fire. The sound of "咻咻" continued, and the flames of the flames became a huge whirlpool. He sighed low: "Look at how the endless fire of Laozi smashes you." Fengshen is absolutely."
The flames are like whirlpools, constantly consuming the wind blade of Zhuang Shaoyu, and the sound of energy collisions in the air screams, and the mercenaries on the ground have repeatedly retreated, lest they be beaten by this god.
In the end, the flame is better than the wind blade.
"brush."
Lu Feng’s body shape swayed and broke through the void. The next moment appeared on the top of Zhuang Shaoyu’s head. The long knife fell like electricity, and roared:
Look at the knife.

Fighting in melee, this is the most fearful thing that Zhuang Shaoyu is the ruler of the wind system. In a hurry, the Zijin fan has been hurriedly blocking, and when he "sounds", he has been shaken open and can't stand it, but Lu Feng's The body is like a gyro, and the second is quickly smashed down. A flower flies up and a long finger wound is found on Zhuang Shaoyu's left face.
"Oh wow..."
Zhuang Shaoyu stepped back and forth again, but the injury was not heavy, but his inner self-confidence was almost completely defeated. His power was so severe that he was cut through a knife in an instant. What a blow.
After stabilizing his body shape, Zhuang Shaoyu was in a gasp, but he did not admit defeat. The purple gold fan danced gently, and there was a crack in the body. It was the place where the wind blade started, and it was overwhelming. The Dimension Wind Blade danced around, very embarrassing, and Zhuang Shaoyu slowly rose up, standing in the lightning and thunder, like a god.
"This is still a bit like."
Lv Fengxi must smile: "I thought that the original school of the bookmaker was really unique on the mainland, but it was only in the hands of your generation that it was a great loss of power. Oh... if the ancestors of the banker rushed out of the wind, I am afraid The first three styles are enough to beat me, and you... Hey, you half of the bottle of water is also daring to swear with Lao Tzu, and he is humiliating himself."
"Say so much,".
Zhuang Shaoyu was unwilling to be humiliated and roared: "There is a kind of smashing the little man's chaos."
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Lu Feng laughed wildly: "Look at your dog's eyes, Lao Tzu will break it for you."
The flames skyrocketed, and with the roar of Lu Feng, the whole body was swiftly swaying out. His whole person was already in a huge fire group with a radius of nearly ten meters. This group of flames protected him like an enchantment. When the sub-yuan wind blade hits, there will inevitably be a knives in the fire group to scatter the wind blade.
"Puffy..."
The dense slamming sounds were intertwined into one piece. In the nearly half minute, Zhuang Shaoyu almost exhausted the divine chaos that was launched by the divine power. Actually, he did not break the wall of Lu Feng’s flame. He couldn’t help but step back and his face was full. Suddenly: "How is this possible... Why is the mortal personality of the district so powerful?"
"call out."
Suddenly broke a hole in the huge fire group. Lu Feng took a long knife and shot it like Zhuang Shaoyu.
"puff."
The long knife waved, and another wound appeared on the other side of Zhuang Shaoyu. He whimpered, and when he could react in the future, Lu Feng’s body sank, and the iron fist filled with flame power was slamming in Zhuang Shaoyu’s abdomen.
"Hey."
Zhuang Shaoyu's body shells generally fell into the low wall, and they continued to penetrate the triple low wall. The gray-faced face lay there, and even the strength of breathing was somewhat reluctant.
"Little brother."
Si Kong Yao sneaked, hurriedly flew over, helped Zhuang Shaoyu, and quickly continued his strength with divine power.
"Ayao, don't help me..."
Zhuang Shaoyu stood up against the cracked wall and trembled. His face was full of hate. He looked at the air in Lu Feng and said: "I... I lost, I am convinced, what do you want from me, though, Whether it is a purple gold fan or a treasure in a space bag, you want it, I will give it to you."
"No, Zhuang Gongzi."
Lu Feng smiled coldly and said with a long knife: "Your baby has already given me."
"What do you mean."
"You still don't understand." Lu Feng reached out and pointed to Zhuang Shaoyu's face and said: "I always hate you guys who are handsome and good-looking, and what kind of woman can sleep when they can sleep with a face. Woman, what do you have in the end, do you have it? Laozi hates you, so I cut your face and told you that the face in this world can not be good enough, but the fist must be hard enough. Do you understand it."
Lu Feng stood up in the air, his beard fluttering, and there was a feeling of being a predecessor.
His face, some seemingly one person, Wu Mengda.
......
"The younger generation is taught."
Zhuang Shaoyu's face is pale, this time is really convinced orally, although Lu Feng is only a mortal personality, but the rumor of martial arts is far better than himself, this is the real strong.
At this time, Lu Feng’s gaze fell on Si Kong Yao, saying:
The celestial pearl of the celestial patriarch of the Scorpio, you are going to challenge the old man, if you want to challenge me, I have already thought about what I want.

Si Kong Yao was scared: "What do you want."
"In addition to asking you for the first time, what else can you want?" Lu Feng did not lose his true color.
"Shameless." Si Kong Yao was ashamed and angry, biting his teeth.
Shang Qian hurriedly said: "Ayao, you don't want to be impulsive, even Zhuang Shaoyu's son is defeated, you...you must not be impulsive, otherwise I am afraid that he will be murdered."
Even Shang Qian regretted why he had to agree to come to the peak of the group, and his group of people was too small to sue, and it was a sheep.
Lin Muyu also said: "Well, Missy is not impulsive, and Chen Hang does not do it. Maybe he can win Lu Feng."
Chen Hang was trembled in the side of his body, and his heart was stunned. This is a child with no strength. Lu Feng is a strong man of fifty-two holes. He was originally very strong, not to mention that he was still wounded. It is impossible for Lu Feng’s opponent.
"Chen Hang."
Lu Feng looked at everyone with his eyes. "Oh," he said with a smile. "I think of it. Tianzhu City merchants do have a set of horses called Chen Hang. It is said that there are two sons, it is you."
Chen Hang pale: "Lv Feng, you don't want to bully too much, I have been wounded, otherwise..."
"Injury, what kind of injury." Lu Feng asked.
Chen Hangdao: "In the middle of the demon emperor's voice, the meridians and the sea have been damaged."
"The meridians are damaged."
Lu Feng frowned, but smiled again: "So... Lao Tzu let you, let you arm, how."
"What do you mean."
"That's what I mean."
Lu Feng suddenly extended his left hand, and the iron fist clenched, forcing the gods to force the gods. The sound of the broken lines of the "啪啪啪" sounded and the blood splattered. This left arm flew in a short time, even if it was using the power of God. It takes at least three or five days for the cure to recover. He panted and laughed. "How do you dare to fight with me?"
Crazy, this is a madman.
In the hearts of the people, there is only this idea at this time. In order to stimulate Chen Hang to fight, this Lu Feng actually ruined one of his arms. How crazy it is, he wants to win a group of people in front of him.
Lin Muyu is silent, still like a small horse in front of the saddle. He is always guarded by Sikong Yao. Lingmai has kept his breath at the level of the first heavy hole, so that even Lu Feng can’t see his own. As for the group of people, Lu Feng is too small to break his arm. This is the result of Lin Muyu’s desire. He was also worried that he was not the opponent of the 52nd hole god. Now it’s good.
It is his own death, which is no stranger to others.
......
"Uncle Chen Hang, be careful." Shang Qian whispered.
Chen Hang gritted his teeth and clenched his head and clenched his gun. He said: "So... let's take a look at your martial arts."
Lu Feng’s face is full of contempt. He can see that Chen Hang’s strength is profound. This person is not his opponent.