The Almighty Asura

"I don't accept it! For the predecessors, Mu Feng didn't beat me with the grain."

Zhou Xing shouted to the distant Qinghu Fu.

"The grain is also part of the martial arts." If you can kill each other, you can kill the other side, or the grain, or Mu Feng can use his own martial strength to achieve the goal."

Qinghu Fuyu said faintly.

Zhou Xingwen’s face was heavy, and Mu Feng said indifferently: “Since you have killed me, I also blame me for being ruthless.”

After Mu Feng finished, a shot was smothered in Zhou Xing's head. Zhou Xingyu revealed the color of horror. He shot a slap in the heart of Zhou Xing and passed through his chest.

Zhou Xing was blindly obsessed with Mu Feng, and his eyes were all the color of grievances. In the end, he was still the first one and completely lost his vitality.

In the starry sky field, the battle of others continues.

Jiang Feng and Dongfang Chenhui fought together, and the two human body symbols lingered and kept bombarding.

The two people comprehended the spirit pattern, and in the past three days, the Oriental Chen Hui realized three kinds of spiritual patterns, and the understanding was amazing. Jiang Feng realized two kinds of battles, and some of them fell in the wind.

"Fire Spirit, Fire Crow!"

The oriental morning glory is low, and the yang yang force rushes out from both hands. The golden red lines are intertwined and turned into a huge golden fire eagle flying.

The fire crow shouted and shook the fire wave to Jiang Feng, burning the power of the void, and letting the starry sky twist.

Jiang Feng's look is dignified, and the palm of his hand is intertwined, turning into a huge blue pattern palm to smash out, and there is great power between the smashing and smashing.

boom!

The roaring sound, the golden fire crow long sounded, directly smashed the blue pattern palm, a violent force bombarded Jiang Feng, shocked Jiang Feng to vomit blood and flew, apparently, Jiang Feng's spiritual pattern weakened the Oriental Chen Hui One.

"Dead"

Dongfang Chenhui laughed, and his body shape violently smashed out. A fistful of spirits smashed and smashed out, and the fists and stalks bloomed, smashing the huge force of killing.

"I surrender!"

Jiang Feng roared, his body shape regressed, and he had already withdrawn from the scope of the starry sky, and separated from the starry sky.

"Demolition from the Dojo"

Qinghu Fuyu said faintly.

Jiang Feng was shocked and angry, looking to the morning Chen Hui, the power of the spirit of the style of the morning Chen Hui, too fits his own explosive power.

"What Jiang family genius, can't stand a blow"

Oriental Chen Hui proudly smiled, Jiang Feng heard a sigh of blood and spit out, angry can not speak.

When the king is defeated, Dongfang Chenhui now has arrogant capital for him.

The eyes of the Oriental Chen Hui looked at Mu Feng, who had already solved the battle. He was a little surprised. He also knew Mu Feng. However, he did not put the so-called four-line genius genius in his eyes.

However, I did not expect that the strength of this kid's martial arts could kill Zhou Xing.

This makes Dongfang Chenhui somewhat strange.

Mu Feng’s eyes also handed over the morning Chen Hui, but the dawn was calm and deep, and the ancient wave was not shocked. It did not seem to put the strength of the Oriental Chen Hui in the eyes.

The oriental morning Hui brows wrinkled, the heart is not happy, if the dark road meets Mu Feng for a while, it is directly killed by the most savage means.

Yaochuan and Fangwu are also playing with the grain, and the two people touch each other. You come and go.

These two people and Mu Feng in general, have become spiritualist soon, but the talent of the pattern is amazing, a specialization of the formation, a specialization of Dan Dao and medicine.

"Bound lines!"

Yaochuan was low-lying, and after hitting the touch, the spirit pattern in the other hand was ready, and the golden spirit refining was turned into a golden long chain.

Fang Wu's face changed slightly, and his body quickly hid, but the long chain was more flexible, entangled in Fang Wu's thighs, and then spread directly to the side, trapping Fang Wu.

"Fang brother, you lost"

Yaochuan’s palms stalked and killed the spirits and stopped in front of Fang Wu.

Fang Wu smiled and said: "You guy, you have realized a style of restraint."

For most people, to comprehend, I am afraid that I will choose a spiritual tattoo with strong attack power, and the shackles of the spiritual pattern will not have any lethality, and multiple restraint spirits can be combined.

"Oh, if you don't care, you can attack it."

Yao Chuan squinted with a small smile, then released Fang Wu, Fang Wu himself withdrew from the starry sky field and was eliminated.

And another void, the spirit of the Bingxin Valley, the spirits of the whistling whistling wind, bursting into a sharp ice gun shot to the opponent.

The man used a golden spirit to condense the palm print, and kept smashing the attack of the ice heart.

And this ice heart valley spirit pattern is inspired to the sky above the head of the person, turned into a white ice sword and killed immediately, directly killing his opponent.

Eight people, at the moment, only four people were eliminated.

Mu Feng, Bing Xin Gu Ling Wen Shi, Oriental Chen Hui, Yao Chuan!

After the four people ended the battle, the dawn looked at each other, and the morning Chen Hui was cold and proud: "Who is going to die?"

"Hey, I said that the people in the East are proud of each other. Today, I really want to see and see the fat man. Is it your temper, or your pride?"

Yaochuan sarcastically said that he intended to avoid a battle with Mu Feng.

"For a while, I will refine you into a fat fat meat for you."

Oriental Chenhui is indifferent.

"The fat man hates people who are not friends, called the fat man."

Yaochuan cold channel, body riots, turned into a streamer to kill the morning Chen Hui, the palm of the hand intertwined, condensed a golden fist smashed out.

Dongfang Chenhui moved and prepared for the spirit, and he was also killed with Yaochuan.

The spirit of the Bingxin Valley looked at Mu Feng. This man is a young man in white, and he looks more handsome. He looks at the dawn of Mu Feng, and it contains cold feelings.

"There are two of us now."

The white pattern is cold and indifferent.

"and then"

Mu Feng's tone is dull.

"I remember, you seem to have some relationship with your sister-in-law. I advise you, and I will be farther away from her. She is not something you can get."

The young man said coldly, although he also admired the girl of the day, but he also knew that he was not qualified to dye the goddess. In the tattoo division, he saw that Mu Feng had a close contact with the nephew and always remembered it.

"Are you finished?"

Mu Feng is cold and proud.

The young man in white sees the calmness in the eyes of Mu Feng, and the center of the anger burns: "Well, killing you, naturally no one will entangle the sisters and sisters."

The white youths screamed out of each other, and the white lines were intertwined. The condensed ice guns murdered to Mu Feng. Each ice gun flashed with astounding force.

"Hey clowns, don't self-study, care about others' idleness."

Mu Feng stepped on the footsteps, and the amount of violent violence rushed in the body, and a fist slammed out. The starry sky rumbling, the fists covering the blood scales rushed, and the violent anger rushed directly to the ice gun.

Mu Feng's other hand-held guns shook and smashed out. The thunder and thunder condensed and smashed. The guns contained Thunder, and the force was violently killed.

This gun, as fast as the wind and thunder, the white youth flashed in front of the eyes, the head was pierced by a gun through a blood hole, a shot!