Take a step forward.
Xiao Zheng's aura surged!
Those scarlet eyes were like two hot bloody stars, shocking!
He didn't care about Mu Qingsong's overwhelming palm. Fingers clenched into fists. It hit Mu Qingsong on the head with a loud bang!
This blow immediately angered Mu Qingsong!
"court death!"
Do you despise me, Mu Qingsong
Do you really think I dare not kill you
You are clearly at a disadvantage, yet you dare not take a step back and still want to suppress me with an iron fist
Mu Qingsong flipped his wrist and the castration became more rapid and violent. That overwhelming palm was like a savage beast, striking hard.
Whoosh!
Before the palm could fall, Xiao Zheng's left hand, which he had been prepared for, suddenly raised his hand and quickly intercepted Mu Qingsong's earth-shattering palm.
However, how could his block with no skills at all stop a palm with infinite power
Mu Qingsong's palm paused for less than a second. It also took Xiao Zheng's palm with it. He printed it suddenly.
However, it was in less than a second that Xiao Zheng's body swayed slightly. But he avoided the fatal heart area and then let Mu Qingsong slap him with his palm. The iron fist that had been thrown out unexpectedly did not stop, and suddenly hit the left side of Mu Qingsong's head!
boom!
Clap it with one palm. Xiao Zheng's whole body felt like fire, but also felt like he was surrounded by ice. In an instant, a mouthful of blood shot out like an arrow. The face is like white paper.
But his iron fist continued to exert force and slammed down!
Hey!
Mu Qingsong raised his left arm high in an attempt to block Xiao Zheng's powerful and heavy punch. But how could he block the punch that was transformed from the Wuming sword at will, even though he was the creator of the Eight Ultimate Skills
Accompanied by a sharp pain in his left arm, Mu Qingsong swayed to prevent his arm from being broken. After lightning, he pulled out his arm and avoided the fatal brain!
boom!
The iron fist hit Mu Qingsong's chest firmly. He punched Mu Qingsong so hard that he staggered backwards. Bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his lips.
Without any hesitation.
Xiao Zheng, who succeeded with one blow, struck again. It was as if Chang Yishan's five minutes were regarded as the entire fighting time. Don't dare waste anything.
He believed that 90% of the time Chang Yishan would not dare to shoot Lao Lin. But Xiao Zheng didn't dare to bet on that 0.1. Even if the world collapses, he will never put Lao Lin in danger. Not even a minute or a second!
He was hit by a palm in the middle of his chest and abdomen, and his energy and blood were obviously stagnant. But he seemed to be fine. He punched Mu Qingsong repeatedly like crazy. How could he have the slightest bit of the demeanor of a peerless strong man
Just like a street gangster, he will fight to the death!
Whoosh!
Mu Qingsong took a big step and managed to escape Xiao Zheng's attack range. His face was slightly pale and his eyes were cold.
This bastard is really desperate in a fight!
Moreover, it is a routine of stalking each other and dying together. Mu Qingsong was not given a chance to perform at all. His years of combat experience are also difficult to put to use. It really gave him a headache.
"Xiao Zheng. You hit too fast."
Suddenly. Chang Yishan's lukewarm voice sounded not far away: "I can't see clearly."
He raised the muzzle of his gun slightly and pointed it at Lin Huayin.
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Zheng's raised iron fist paused. The cold and ruthless face also softened slightly. Let out a breath.
Faced with Chang Yishan's sudden intervention, Xiao Zheng's reaction was not big. Very obedient. But Mu Qingsong, on the other hand, frowned deeply and said with great dissatisfaction: "Mr. Chang. Please don't disturb us."
Mu Qingsong has his own ideas. He has the pride of being a peerless strong man!
Even if he would follow Chang Yishan's instructions and kill Xiao Zheng on the spot. But how could he tolerate Chang Yishan's frequent interference in his duels
Yes, he owes Chang Yishan his life.
But he will definitely return the favor tonight.
But in his own way. Instead of repeatedly interfering like Chang Yishan, causing him to lose the final fun of the duel!
"Okay." Chang Yishan smiled slightly and nodded.
After a short pause, Mu Qingsong should be able to regain the advantage. Chang Yishan's goal has been achieved and there is no verbal dispute with Mu Qingsong.
Mu Qingsong took a deep breath and stared at Xiao Zhengdao calmly: "Do you want to end up with me?"
Xiao Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said nothing.
"With what you did just now, you have no chance of dying with me. Compared to Bai Wuxia twenty years ago, it's still a little worse." Mu Qingsong patted the dust on his chest. It seemed that in a short period of time, he had returned to his peak state.
The punch just now was blocked by the arm. Remove at least 50% of your strength. Compared with Xiao Zheng's injury, it was much lighter.
"We won't know until we fight." Xiao Zheng said in a low and cold voice.
Mu Qingsong shook his head and frowned: "I haven't fought a real battle in more than twenty years." After a pause, an excited smile appeared on his face. "After tonight, I have no confidence in leaving China safely. And it will be difficult for you to survive tonight."
"Why don't you use all your skills to have a good fight with me?" Mu Qingsong's eyes fell on Xiao Zheng's blade that stabbed into the ground steadily. He pursed his lips and said. "Draw your knife. Bring your best. I want a fair fight."
This time, Chang Yishan did not stop him. Just frowned slightly.
Mu Qingsong's spring was stretched to the extreme. Chang Yishan didn't dare to push harder. Otherwise it will rebound.
"You have no weapons." Xiao Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Qingsong.
At the beginning. He was unwilling to lay down his arms.
At this moment, facing Mu Qingsong's strong demeanor. He didn't want to take up arms.
People are really conflicted, and their thoughts can change drastically in just one breath.
"I'm just not used to using weapons. It doesn't mean I don't have any." Mu Qingsong smiled lightly.
Xiao Zheng said no more, and with a hook of his foot, he picked up the bloodthirsty blade into his hand. He clenched his five fingers, and his whole body's momentum surged!
He is used to using a knife, no matter how strong he is, it is not as good as making the knife smooth and comfortable. At this moment, Xiao, like Mu Qingsong, has returned to his peak!
The punch and palm just now seemed to have caused no harm to the two of them at all!
This is also the terrifying resilience of a peerless strong man!
As long as it is not a serious injury, as long as it is not a huge irreversible trauma. It will not affect the state of the peerless powerhouse in a short period of time!
Mu Qingsong glanced at Xiao Zheng and saw that the other person was completely in peak condition. He also slowly took out two white gloves from his pocket. Under the moonlight, the gloves emitted a white light like scales. Eye-catching.
You don't need to look at it to know that these gloves are well made and are invulnerable to water, fire, and bullets. Can block all monsters and monsters.
After putting on the gloves, Mu Qingsong's fingers shrank slightly, but they were as sharp and hard as five steel rods. Terrible and abnormal.
On the other hand, Chang Yishan, when Mu Qingsong put on his gloves, a contented smile appeared on his lips. He said lightly: "Soros has the hand of God. Xiao Zheng, what you are going to face tonight is Mu Qingsong's hand of the devil."