He took a step forward.
Xiao Zheng's momentum skyrocketed!
Those scarlet eyes were like two boiling blood-colored stars, a ghastly sight to behold!
He did not care about Mu Qingsong's earth-shattering palm strike at all. His five fingers clenched into a fist. With a boom, it hit Mu Qingsong's head!
This attack immediately angered Mu Qingsong!
"You're courting death!"
"Looking down on me, Mu Qingsong?
Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?
You're obviously at a disadvantage, but you dare not take a step back. You even want to suppress me with your iron fist? "
Mu Qingsong's wrist turned over, and his attack became more rapid and fierce. The earth-shattering palm was like a flood or a fierce beast, slamming hard.
Whoosh!
Before the palm could fall, Xiao Zheng's left hand, which had been prepared for a long time, suddenly lifted, and quickly blocked Mu Qingsong's earth-shattering palm.
However, how could his unskillful block block block block a palm that contained boundless power?
Mu Qingsong's palm only paused for less than a second. Along with Xiao Zheng's palm. It suddenly pressed down.
However, it was in this less than a second that Xiao Zheng's body slightly shook. It avoided the fatal part of his heart. Then, he let Mu Qingsong's palm hit. The iron fist that had already been smashed did not stop, but fiercely smashed toward the left side of Mu Qingsong's head!
Bang!
The palm hit down. Xiao Zheng's whole body felt like it was on fire, but also like he was in ice. In an instant, a mouthful of blood shot out like an arrow. His face was as white as paper.
But his iron fist continued to exert force, and suddenly smashed down!
Hey!
Mu Qingsong raised his left arm high, trying to block Xiao Zheng's powerful punch. But how could he, the creator of the Eight Unique, block a punch that was transformed from the nameless saber?
With a sharp pain coming from his left arm, to prevent his arm from breaking, Mu Qingsong's body shook, and after pulling out his arm like lightning, he avoided the fatal blow to the head!
Bang!
The iron fist smashed into Mu Qingsong's chest. Unexpectedly, the punch caused Mu Qingsong to stagger backward. Blood trickled down the corner of his lips.
Without any hesitation.
Xiao Zheng, who had succeeded in his first strike, attacked again. It was as if the five minutes of Chang Yishan's time was his entire battle. He did not dare to waste any of it.
He believed that there was a 99% chance that Chang Yishan would not dare to shoot at Old Lin. But Xiao Zheng didn't dare to bet 0.1. Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, he would never let Elder Lin be in danger. Not even a second!
The palm strike on his chest and abdomen caused his qi and blood to stagnate. But he seemed to be completely fine. He punched at Mu Qingsong like a madman. Where was the demeanor of a peerless powerhouse?
He was like a street thug who wouldn't stop until he was dead!
Whoosh!
Mu Qingsong took a big step and broke free from Xiao Zheng's attack range. His face turned pale and his eyes turned cold.
This bastard — he really didn't care about his life when he fought!
And it was a pattern of pestering and mutual destruction. He didn't give Mu Qingsong a chance to show off at all. He couldn't use his many years of fighting experience. It really gave him a headache.
"Xiao Zheng. You hit too fast. "
Suddenly. Chang Yishan's indifferent voice came from not far away, "I can't see clearly."
He raised the gun slightly and aimed at Lin Huayin.
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Zheng's iron fist that was raised high paused. His cold and emotionless face also relaxed a little. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.
In the face of Chang Yishan's sudden intervention, Xiao Zheng didn't react much. He was extremely obedient. But Mu Qingsong — frowned deeply and said with great dissatisfaction, "Young Master Chang. Please don't disturb us. "
Mu Qingsong had his own ideas. He had the pride of being a peerless expert!
Even if he would follow Chang Yishan's order and kill Xiao Zheng on the spot. But how could he tolerate Chang Yishan's frequent interference in his duel?
Yes, he owed Chang Yishan his life.
But he would definitely return this favor tonight.
And in his own way. Not like Chang Yishan who repeatedly interfered and made him lose the last joy of the duel!
"Okay." Chang Yishan smiled and nodded.
After a short pause, Mu Qingsong should be able to regain the upper hand. Chang Yishan's goal had been achieved. He didn't want to argue with Mu Qingsong.
Mu Qingsong took a deep breath and stared at Xiao Zheng calmly, "You want to die with me?"
Xiao Zheng wiped the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth and didn't say anything.
"Based on what you just did. You don't have the chance to die with me. Compared with Bai Wuxia twenty years ago, you are still a little worse. "Mu Qingsong patted the dust on his chest. It seemed that he had returned to his peak state in a short time.
The punch just now was blocked by his arm. At least 50% of the force was removed. 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 for more than twenty years." After a pause, an excited smile appeared on his face. "After tonight, I don't have the slightest confidence to leave Hua Xia safely. And it will be difficult for you to live through tonight. "
"Why don't you show all your skills and have a good fight with me?" Mu Qingsong's gaze fell on Xiao Zheng's blade that was steadily stabbed into the ground. He pursed his lips and said. "Pull out your blade. Bring out your best. I want a fair fight. "
This time, Chang Yishan didn't stop him. He just frowned slightly.
Mu Qingsong, the spring, was pressed to the extreme. Chang Yishan didn't dare to use more strength. Otherwise, it would rebound.
"You don't have a weapon." Xiao Zheng looked up at Mu Qingsong.
At first. He didn't want to put down his weapon.
At this moment, facing Mu Qingsong's powerful aura. He didn't want to pick up a weapon.
People were really contradictory. His thoughts changed dramatically in a breath.
"I'm just not used to using a weapon. That doesn't mean I don't have one. "Mu Qingsong smiled indifferently.
Xiao Zheng didn't say anything more. He hooked his foot and picked up the bloodthirsty blade into his hand. He clenched his five fingers and his whole body's momentum soared!
He was used to using a blade. No matter how strong he was, it was not as comfortable as using a blade. At this moment, Xiao Zheng returned to his peak like Mu Qingsong!
The punch and palm just now didn't seem to cause any harm to the two of them at all!
This was also the terrifying recovery power of a peerless master!
As long as it wasn't a serious injury, as long as it wasn't irreversible. It wouldn't affect the state of a peerless master in a short time!
Mu Qingsong glanced at Xiao Zheng and saw that he was in his peak state. He slowly took out two white gloves from his pocket. Under the moonlight, the gloves emitted a scale-like white light. It was dazzling.
Without looking, he knew that the gloves were made with exquisite craftsmanship. It could be said that it was impervious to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and spears. It could block all demons and ghosts.
After putting on the gloves, Mu Qingsong's five fingers contracted slightly, but they were as sharp and hard as steel. It was extremely terrifying.
On the other hand, when Mu Qingsong put on the gloves, Chang Yishan's lips curled into a contented smile. He said lightly, "Soros has the hand of God. Xiao Zheng, what you will face tonight is the hand of Mu Qingsong's devil. "
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