"Monkey, wait for me to take your dog's life."

The saint son of Thunder Temple Diff is very strong and takes action directly to take Lin Feng's head.

He stomped his feet and his whole body turned into a ray of lightning, and the air was torn apart.

"The Holy Son's Thunder God Step has been improved again, and it is unparalleled within the same level."

Off the stage, an elder of the Thunder Temple smiled and nodded, very self-control.

"The martial arts in the world are only fast and cannot be broken.

Just looking at speed, no one can compare with my Thunder Temple.”

A female elder in the Temple of Thunder smiled.

"Thunder Fist!"

Diff used a killer move, and a punch was blown out, and the lightning flashed, like a silver sun, with a brilliant divine light, and with a breath of destruction, it blasted towards Lin Feng.

"I'll go, I feel so amazing. I can't afford to just now, can't I hide?"

Lin Feng screamed strangely, avoiding it dangerously, his figure was a little staggering, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Haha, Oriental Monkey, aren't you very arrogant and crazy?

If you have a habit, don't run away and fight me head-on."

The Saint Son Diff laughed wildly, becoming more and more arrogant and arrogant.

"I'll go to your uncle, you can try fighting thirty games in a row, and you'll be tired."

Lin Feng "escape" while cursing.

"The Eastern Monkey, no matter how much you say today, you can't escape death."

He was very strong, stepping on the Thunder God Step, waving the Thunder Light Fist, and chasing Lin Feng.

Lin Feng dodged repeatedly and "escape" all the way, very embarrassed.

Everyone in the Western camp breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. Finally someone could suppress this hateful bastard.

In the Eastern camp, everyone looked solemn, and couldn't help but worry about Lin Feng.

The wheel battle is too much to endure?

"Brother Mufeng, come on, you must hold on."

Wang Xiaoyu bit her lip and was very nervous.

"Brother Mu Feng, hold on and fuck two more bastards, we'll be legendary."

Wang Xiaocong clenched his fists nervously.

Watching stand.

"Please ask yourself to do your business, what do you think of the outcome of this battle?"

Director Char said with a smile.

"The outcome is unpredictable."

He glanced at him and said with a serious expression.

Miss Jiu glanced at her serious self-seeking and almost laughed out loud. Others didn't understand Lin Feng, didn't he know?

Isn’t it that simple for the young god master to tie with the god-level Tianlang?

As expected, this guy is afraid of revealing his strength and is deliberately acting?

At the center battle stand, Lin Feng fled all the way, and the Saint Son Diff tried his best to chase and kill him. His ultimate move was terrifying, and the scene was gorgeous.

But people didn't notice that the momentum was amazing and the scene was gorgeous, but from beginning to end, they failed to hurt Lin Feng severely.

"I'll go, where do you fight? Death the pervert!"

In order to act more similar and realistically, Lin Feng deliberately exposed his flaws, and was beaten by the lightning fist, his clothes burned, revealing his solid chest.

Sure enough, the Holy Son Diff was deceived and felt that he could kill his opponent immediately, and he worked harder to chase him, bombard him with his ultimate move.

Before he knew it, he gasped like a cow and his breath gradually weakened.

"It seems a little bit--is not right!"

Off the stage, the two elders of the Thunder Temple felt something was wrong, but they couldn't say it.

As time goes by, more and more people have this strange feeling.

On the stage of the game, Qiu's mouth raised and couldn't help laughing. He looked at Director Char and said, "Director Char, if nothing unexpected happens, the winner will be decided soon."

"Hmph, you contestant, have you run away all the way, and you still dare to say goodbye?"

Director Char sneered, but he was unsure and was not as calm as before.

"Oriental monkey, don't run away if you have any other things, fight me to the death."

The Saint Son Diff was so tired that he stopped chasing, pointing at Lin Feng and cursing.

"Western dog, have the ability, let's catch up with me-" Lin Feng also stopped and pretended to be breathing.

“I fuck.

Oriental monkeys can only escape?”

The Saint Son Diff provoked Lin Feng.

Lin Feng smiled faintly and said, "Although I know that you are irritating me again, I will still beat you head-on as you wish!"

"Western dog, punch your dog's head."

He shouted loudly, his feet moved and disappeared from the spot.

“Haha, it’s a good place.

Super Lightning Fist.”

The Saint Son Diff laughed wildly, used all his strength to use his killer move, and punched out with one punch, and the lightning and thunder turned into a silver sun, like the size of a millstone, smashing towards Lin Feng.

"I have an unparalleled iron fist, and I should suppress all enemies."

Lin Feng shouted softly, raised his hand slightly, and punched him out.

This punch has no fancyness or powerful momentum, just like an old man who plays Tai Chi, his movements are slow, simple, and simple.

In an instant, Lin Feng and Diff fists.

Bang! Crack! The silver light exploded, covering the two of them, and there was only a muffled sound, a crisp sound, and a figure was as if struck by lightning. The whole person was like a kite with a broken string, and it was shot back thirty or forty meters. His arms were broken, and he kept vomiting blood all the way, and blood splashed everywhere.

Finally, with a bang, the figure cracked open and the blood mist bloomed.

"Who's winning?"

Someone shouted.

"It goes without saying that the punch of the Holy Son Diff is unparalleled and can compete with the Arthur-level powerhouse, while the punch of the Eastern Monkey is too low-end, how can it win?"

Someone sneered.

"Haha, I'm so sorry to ask for your own affairs. We have a good reputation in the West."

Director Char smiled.

"hehe.

I don't think so!"

He sneered himself and had absolute confidence in Lin Feng.

"Why does that dress look like the Son of the Son Diff?"

"Look, why do the ring on your hand look so familiar?"

"The one who lost it - the Son Diff?"

"Oh my goodness, how is this possible?"

"What, how could this be the result?

It shouldn't be."

——Someone saw this scene and exclaimed.

Director Char, the two elders from the Thunder Temple and others had a stiff smile on their faces, and their faces were filled with strong shock and disbelief, and their chins were almost falling to the ground.

They can't believe it and can't accept it.

The strongest saint of the young generation of the Thunder Temple was defeated and was broken open by a punch! The silver light dissipated, and a thin figure appeared on the stage, his clothes were torn and bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He seemed very embarrassed, but his waist was straight.

He is nothing but Lin Feng.

"I'll go, let alone the Thunder Temple has two brushes, so I almost hang up the ones."

Lin Feng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is him pretending to force a mouthful of blood to confuse everyone.
To be continued...