Chapter 1390： The hand of the devil!

Step forward.

Xiao Zheng’s body is skyrocketing!

The scarlet eyes are like two hot blood stars, shocking!

He did not care about Mu Qingsong’s hand as a slap in the face. The five fingers clenched into a fist. Humbling to the head of Mu Qingsong!

This hit, angered Mu Qingsong!

"court death!"

Despise me Mu Qingsong?

Really, when I dare not kill you?

You are clearly at a disadvantage, dare not step back, but also want to suppress me with iron fist?

Mu Qingsong’s wrist turned over and the cast was even more urgent. The palm of the row is like a flood of beasts, slamming up.

Hey!

When one palm failed to fall, Xiao Zheng’s left hand, who had prepared for it, suddenly lifted it, and quickly blocked Mu Qingsong’s earth-shattering palm.

However, he has no skill to stop, how can he stop the inexhaustible power of power?

Mu Qingsong’s palm just paused for less than a second. I even took Xiao Zheng’s palm. I suddenly printed it.

However, it is just less than a second, Xiao Zheng’s body swayed slightly. However, he avoided the deadly heart and then he let Mu Qingsong take a shot. The iron fist that had already been thrown out was not stagnant, and suddenly went to Mu Qingsong’s left brain!

boom!

Take a picture of the palm. Xiao Zheng is like a fire, but like a cold ice. In an instant, a blood shot like an arrow. The face is like white paper.

However, his iron fist continued to work hard and suddenly smashed!

Hey!

Mu Qingsong’s left arm was raised, trying to stop Xiao Zheng’s powerful punch. A punch that can be transformed by a nameless knife, let him be the creator of the eight, and how can he block it at will?

Along with the left arm came a sharp pain, in order to prevent the arm fracture, Mu Qingsong swayed, lightning pulled out of the arm, avoiding the deadly brain!

boom!

The iron fist is solid and sturdy to Mu Qingsong's chest. After a punch, Mu Qingsong went backwards. The lips are overflowing with blood.

No hesitation.

Xiao Zheng, who was hit hard, applied heavy hand again. It seems that the five minutes of Changyi Mountain is regarded as the total combat time. I dare not waste it.

He believes that Changyishan Jiuchengji did not dare to shoot at Laolin. Xiao Zheng did not dare to gamble on the zero. Even if the sky is falling apart, he must not let Lao Lin be in danger. Not a minute or two!

His chest and abdomen were in the middle of the palm, and the blood was obviously stagnant. But he seems to be okay with nothing. Insanely, Mu Qingsong slammed his fists. Where is the demeanour of a peerless powerhouse?

Like a little gangster on the street, never die!

Hey!

Mu Qingsong made a big step and was able to break free of Xiao Zheng’s attack range. His face was slightly pale and his eyes were cold.

This mixed kid is really hard to fight!

And it is a stalker, the same routine. I will not give Mu Qingsong the opportunity to play at all. His years of combat experience are also difficult to display. It really made him a headache.

"Xiao Zheng. You are playing too fast."

Suddenly. Not far from the sound of Changyishan is not cold or hot: "I can't see clearly."

He lifted his muzzle slightly and pointed at Lin's voice.

As soon as this was said, Xiao Zheng’s high-lifted iron fist stopped. The cold and ruthless face is also slightly gentle. Spit out a suffocating gas.

In the face of Changyishan's sudden intervention, Xiao Zheng's reaction is not big. Extremely audible. However, Mu Qingsong is a brow, and is extremely dissatisfied: "Changgongzi. Please don't bother us."

Mu Qingsong has his own ideas. He is proud of being a peerless powerhouse!

Even if he would follow the instructions of Chang Yishan, he would kill Xiao Zheng on the spot. But how can he tolerate Chang Yishan's frequent intervention in his duel?

Yes, he owes a constant life to the mountain.

But this personal feeling, he will definitely return tonight.

It is his own way. Instead of repeated interventions like Chang Yishan, he lost the last fun of the duel!

"Okay." Chang Yishan smiled and nodded.

With a brief pause, Mu Qingsong should be able to regain his advantage. The purpose of Changyishan has been reached, and it is not a dispute with Mu Qingsong.

Mu Qingsong took a deep breath and stared at Xiao Zhengdao calmly: "Do you want to do it with me?"

Xiao Zheng wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, without words.

"By the way you just did. There is no chance to go with me. It is a little worse than the white innocence 20 years ago." Mu Qingsong patted the dust of his chest. As if for a short time, he has returned to the peak state.

The punch was just under the block of the arm. At least remove 50% of the force. Compared with the injury caused by Xiao Zheng, it is a lot lighter.

"I only know when I hit it." Xiao Zhengsheng said that the line was low and dull.

Mu Qingsong shook his head and frowned. "I haven't played a real fight for more than 20 years." Suddenly, there was a smile on his face. "After tonight, I didn't have a safe grasp of leaving China. And you, it's hard to live tonight."

"Why don't you take all your skills and play with me?" Mu Qingsong's eyes fell on Xiao Zheng's blade that steadily penetrated the ground. Rubbing the lips. "Pull your knife. Take out your highest level. I want a fair contest."

This time, Changyishan did not stop. Just a slight frown.

Mu Qingsong's spring was pressed to the extreme. Chang Yishan did not dare to work harder. Otherwise it will rebound.

"You don't have weapons." Xiao Zheng looked up at Mu Qingsong.

At the beginning. He does not want to lay down his arms.

At this moment, facing the strong style of Mu Qingsong. He is not willing to take up arms.

People are really contradictory, and the thoughts have changed dramatically.

"I just don't get used to using weapons. It doesn't mean no." Mu Qingsong smiled lightly.

Xiao Zheng no longer talks, and the next step is to pick the blade of bloodthirsty. Five fingers and one grip, the momentum is skyrocketing!

I am used to using a knife, and letting him reinforce the iron bone is not as comfortable as making the knife smooth. At this moment, Xiao is like Mu Qingsong, returning to the peak!

It’s just a punch and a palm, as if it didn’t cause any harm to the two!

This is also the horrific resilience of the peerless powerhouse!

As long as it is not a heavy blow, as long as it is not a great trauma that cannot be reversed. Will not affect the state of the peerless power in a short time!

Mu Qingsong glanced at Xiao Zheng and saw that the other party was completely at its peak. I also slowly took out two white gloves from my pocket. Under the moonlight, the gloves emit a white light like scales. Shaking the eye.

You don't have to look at it, you know that this glove is exquisite workmanship, but it can't be said that the fire is not invaded. Can block all monsters and ghosts.

After wearing the gloves, I saw Mu Qingsong's five fingers shrink slightly, but it was as sharp and hard as five steels. Terrible exception.

On the other hand, Chang Yishan, when Mu Qingsong put on his gloves, his lips had a smile of self-satisfaction. Understatement: "Soros has the hand of God. Xiao Zheng, what you have to face tonight is Mu Qingsong's devil's hand."