As I called, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling came to my heart. How long had it been... How long had it been since I had used Evil God Slash? It seemed... as long as a century!
With a slight twist of my wrist, Evil God Slash skillfully appeared in my hand. I slowly lowered my head and looked at Evil God Slash intently. While I was secretly sighing, suddenly... I don't know if it was my imagination, but a silver light flashed fiercely. It flashed on the silver crystal, and at the same time... monstrous murderous intent and boundless resentment spread wildly from the center of the blade.
Impacted by murderous intent and resentment, my spirit suddenly increased to an unimaginable height. At the same time... my body began to tremble violently, my strength surged crazily, and I had actually entered a state of madness. It seemed that ... Feng Yinglong is also unlucky enough. The probability of being able to enter the mad state after using Evil God Slash is not high. If he uses it 100 times, it may happen once or twice, but Feng Yinglong is unlucky and unexpectedly catches up with those one or two times. One of a kind!
Huh... Huh... Huh...
A close whistling sound sounded next to me, but this time, it was no longer Feng Yinglong who made the sound, but me. To be more precise, it was the whistling sound from Evil God Slash, the whistling sound caused by murderous intent!
At the same time, Feng Yinglong felt incomparable fear. Cold and unimaginably huge murderous aura surged out from the opponent's body. This was the first time he felt such strong murderous aura. Suddenly... his mind couldn't help but There was a turmoil, and uneasiness rose involuntarily.
Feeling the explosive power surging through my body, feeling the tremors of the Evil God's hunger and thirst, I couldn't help but raise my head to the sky and scream, roaring to Feng Yinglong: "Come on... I'll show you what speed is!" "
Feng Yinglong didn't answer. He had been resisting for a long time, but he found helplessly that resistance was useless. The murderous intention quickly corroded his spirit. If he didn't take action again, he was afraid that he would never take action again!
Gritting his teeth fiercely, Feng Yinglong leaned back again, and the next moment... Shenglong Sword's third move continued, and the roar of Feng Yinglong's rapid running sounded again on the field.
My eyes suddenly opened, and I clearly saw Feng Yinglong running in my direction with slow movements. After entering the mad state, the power of my Qi doubled, turning movement into stillness. Even more powerful, with Feng Yinglong's speed, everything turned into slow motion. It can be seen that as my internal strength continues to deepen, my movement-to-meditation method will become more and more powerful!
Smiling slightly, I spotted Feng Yinglong's course of action, and I shook violently. While most people only felt their eyes blurred, my body had already jumped out, and I quickly thrust diagonally towards Feng Yinglong!
Crack!
Feng Yinglong was sprinting on the highway he was most familiar with. Suddenly... his eyes flashed, and a cold light flashed out. He only felt a lightness in his hand. The next moment... a fist flashed strangely in front of him. The next moment... Feng Yinglong The dragon flew up with confusion on his face. Until this moment, he had no idea what was going on!
coax!
The whole audience jumped up. In their eyes, Leng Mo was divided into three parts. One Leng Mo was still standing there, and the other Leng Mo was slashing the sword in Feng Yinglong's hand with a fierce swing. As for Leng Mo, The third one, Leng Mo, punched Feng Yinglong hard on the nose, knocking him out.
Just when the entire audience was in an uproar, these three figures slowly faded away. The next moment... Leng Mo's figure suddenly appeared thirty meters away, where Feng Yinglong's body fell, and a fierce strike The uppercut hit Feng Yinglong squarely on the chin as he was falling from the sky.
boom!
Amidst the violent roar, Feng Yinglong was knocked into the air again. At the same time...another Leng Mo appeared in mid-air, his body violently tumbling, gathering all his strength, and kicked Feng Yinglong in the air. On the nose, suddenly... Feng Yinglong's body fell to the ground at a faster speed again, with his face raised to the sky.
The third Leng Mo appeared on the ground immediately. He bent his right leg slightly, raised his right knee violently, and hit Feng Yinglong's lower back with a violent knee strike. There was a cracking sound in the joints, although it did not break the wind. Yinglong's spine was in pain, but it was so painful that he screamed on the spot.
Everything was far from over. When Feng Yinglong's body fell painfully to a height of only two or three meters above the ground, the next Leng Mo appeared again. While waving his hands wildly, one after another fireballs alternated from his hands. It blasted out, and suddenly... dense explosions quickly sounded around Feng Yinglong's body. The huge explosion force literally threw Feng Yinglong's body up, and it couldn't fall to the ground.
It lasted for more than ten seconds, and dozens of fireballs exploded continuously on Feng Yinglong's body. Although fighting spirit could protect his internal organs from damage and skin and flesh from damage,... fighting spirit could not protect his hair or hair. His clothes, suddenly... Feng Yinglong's state of embarrassment was simply worse than that of the most destitute beggar on the street.
Feng Yinglong's mind was in chaos and he was completely unable to organize clear thoughts. So far, he had been completely knocked unconscious by the continuous blows.
Like Leng Mo, although Dou Qi can protect Feng Yinglong's skin, tissues, internal organs, etc. from harm,... there is still pain when suffering blows, concussions, and energy shocks. It is like wearing a bulletproof vest. Just like a shot, pain is inevitable.
The continuous head attacks have made Feng Yinglong's consciousness a little blurry. He knows very well that if he continues like this, he will be beaten into a swollen pig's head!
Thinking of this... Feng Yinglong let out a loud roar, and golden light shone all over his body. His body began to spin violently, and a violent golden storm formed around his body in an instant.
Facing the violent Feng Yinglong, I did not continue to attack. I could clearly feel that the energy contained in this violent surge was too great. It would definitely not be fun to get hit by it.
Waiting patiently, when Feng Yinglong's body turned violently for several weeks and finally successfully cut off the opponent's attack chain, his body circled again and fell to the ground gracefully.
Just as he was about to look up to the sky and yell, suddenly... Leng Mo appeared strangely in front of him again. The Evil God Slash in his hand had disappeared, and he punched his nose with his right fist.
Stunned for a moment, Feng Yinglong didn't understand at all why the opponent gave up the Evil God Slash and instead used fists to deal with him. While thinking about it, Feng Yinglong quickly tilted his head and let go of the punch!
But the next moment... A heartbreaking pain rose from his abdomen. When he looked down... Leng Mozheng hit his liver with a precise liver punch. Although he was protected by fighting spirit, Leng Mo's extremely condensed fighting spirit was still It caused a huge impact on his liver, and the pain was simply unbearable!
Bending down uncontrollably was not something he wanted to do, but... his nerves automatically caused his body to react in this way, and at the same time... it was also to neutralize the power of the opponent's fist!
Just when Feng Yinglong's body was bent to nearly 90 degrees, suddenly... a whistling sound rang in his ears. When he turned around to look in horror, a fist grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes. Big!
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom…
As Leng Mo's left hand flat hook accurately hit Feng Yinglong's temple, a storm of continuous blows began. After the left hook was completed, he was followed by a right hook, then a liver attack on the abdomen, and then a sharp attack. Feng Yinglong's uppercut, when Feng Yinglong's body leaned back with a sharp sound, but then stubbornly pushed back, what greeted him was a super heavy punch - a right straight punch!
Violent blows continued to ring in the arena, and the storm-like attack lasted for more than ten minutes. When Leng Mo finally stopped, Feng Yinglong, whose body had lost its support, collapsed like a pile of mud. In the ring!
Slowly walking to Feng Yinglong's side, Leng Mo grabbed Feng Yinglong's collar. In a blur, Feng Yinglong heard Leng Mo say: "This is called speed, are you convinced?"
At this moment, Feng Yinglong finally understood why Leng Mo abandoned the knife. If he used the knife, how could he form such fast and continuous high-frequency attacks