Chapter 679： Ghost of north league

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"I'm going, Xiaofeng. It's really yours. Your handwork really surprised me. But, are you sure you want me to go with Yichen? You know, I'm really real now, fifty years old. The strongest of the following! "Han Xingrui asked, puzzled.

Han Yichen rubbed his waist and walked back, grinning his teeth and grinning, "Liu Feng, are you sure you don't regret it? I tell you, you really want to play this way, and I won't show mercy to you."

"It's all grandpas, don't you like this ink?"

Liu Feng beckoned at the two of them. "Come, let's be a warm-up before the war. Come together, hurry up."

Boom!

Immediately after Liu Feng's words fell, Han Xingrui's feet made a terrifying noise, and he flew into Liu Feng's presence.

No one dared to deny Han Xingrui's strength, and by virtue of his foreign skills alone, his strength had reached a level that no one dared to pinpoint.

Liu Feng is no exception. Faced with Han Quanrui ’s powerful punches, Liu Feng stepped across and escaped Han Quanrui ’s heavy punches.

But Han Xingrui's speed of change is also extremely fast, to be precise, it is faster than just punching.

I saw this super powerful outsider, who turned around and threw out three punches and two kicks. The strokes were as fast as lightning, and even the simple punches and punches made a series of countless punches.

But Liu Feng was quicker, and he was about to dodge in the boxing heavy legs.

"Uncle, you can't beat Liu Feng. He has also reached the same level of artistic conception as me. The first two types of artistic conceptions are completely incomparable. It is a qualitative change!" Han Yichen reminded loudly, and fluttered Come up.

Huh!

Han Yichen's speed is not faster. To be precise, his speed is slightly slower than that of Han Xingrui. However, the prophet's artistic conception gives him the ability to anticipate the enemy first, so it seems to be faster.

But even if Han Yichen, who also understood the prophet's artistic conception, joined, Liu Feng still did not fall behind.

"Yes, the two people joined forces, which made me feel a little bit of pressure, and I have to work really hard!" Liu Feng's figure flickered from left to right, his posture became faster and faster, and the counterattack technique became more and more sharp.

"It's real, Xiaofeng, you can arouse my enthusiasm and look at my fourth-grade golden body." Han Xingrui shouted, an invisible terrorist force was released from his body, at this moment His boxing moves brought a sound of sonic boom, and the explosive power of terror increased his speed a lot.

Han Yichen's moves have also become stronger at this time. His skills are flexible and flexible, and he can move as he pleases, giving a sense of grace and elegance.

"Geek, these are three geeks!"

"An out-of-country genius can also improve its combat power several times; another prophet ’s artistic conception area, the strokes are sent out at will. Such a strong combination, but Liu Feng has not fallen into the wind, if not seen in person, others told me I will never believe it. "

"Yan, this guy is growing anytime, anywhere, and growing too fast, right?"

Long Zhenyu, Ben Leizi, and Mr. Han couldn't calm down at this time.

Hey, hey!

The three are playing faster and faster, but the three are obviously fighting, but they have the feeling of a thousand troops, and the three figures quickly become a figure; the three quickly turn into three flowing lines, and the third line passes by. From time to time, the bark of the tree bursts from time to time, and the branches are constantly blown by the sharp wind.

Watching the battle, Su Peili raised her hand and patted her forehead gently, and muttered quietly, "Xing Rui, your strongest under 50 years old, finally managed to get his head."

Click, click ...

The three-man battle soon became heated. Deep in the woods, the woods broke from time to time. Occasionally one or two leaves flew by, leaving the onlookers obliged to avoid it, because the leaves of the soldiers were wrapped by the powerful innate aura and natural strength. It can also hurt people!

When the three had fought for nearly ten minutes, Liu Feng suddenly shouted, "It's almost there, now I really want to make a big move!"

boom!

As soon as Liu Feng's words fell, a muffled sound of boxing and flesh sounded.

I saw Han Xingrui, quickly walked out of the large-scale afterimage->> , and updated the latest chapters of the mad soldiers as soon as possible!

He rushed out, his rush was a dozen steps, and finally he pressed his hands on a tree to stabilize his body.

"Fuck, I forgot, Liu Feng will flash such a perverted posture when flashing."

Han Xingrui backhandedly rubbed his back and said, "But even if it is critical when flashing, it's not possible to be so fast. I just couldn't keep up with his speed. Is this true sonic speed?"

boom!

After waiting for Han Xingrui's feelings to end, Han Yichen also flew from a shadow.

"I rely! My prophet mood has shown me the trajectory of Liu Feng's move, but it is useless to see, too fast, right? How could it be so fast?" Han Yichen said with a shocked face.

Huh!

Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng appeared between the two like ghosts and said with a smile: "The Prophet's artistic conception is very special, in addition to the sublimated artistic conception, it is also a kind of field. Under the dual addition of the prophet field and the innate field, My body can live with the pressure of true sonic speed. The so-called martial arts in the world can only be broken quickly, and I win on a fast word. "

fast!

Han Xingrui and Han Yichen looked at each other with bitter smiles.

"Yeah, it's too fast."

"Liu Feng, I really admit it. You can't catch up with this abnormal speed of progress!"

Han Xingrui and Han Yichen said one by one.

Mr. Han came up with a smile and patted his son and grandson's shoulders and said, "Don't be discouraged either. Seriously, I didn't expect that the two of you could reach the heights today in martial arts. I'm very pleased Now. "

After boasting about his sons and grandsons, Father Han looked at Liu Feng again, "Xiaofeng, your growth has shocked me even more. Your real state is now half a day away, right?"

"Well, half a day." Liu Feng nodded.

"It's amazing. In my opinion, your actual combat power is not as simple as the strongest under 50 years old, and the 60-year-old can't stop you." Father Han said seriously.

"Grandpa Han, you have elevated me to this point."

Liu Fengdao: "My teachers are all above me."

"They can't count."

Mr. Han laughed: "These are all Mrs. Su. Their combat strength cannot be measured by their age and practice time."

"Not right, my brother and my big cousin are stronger than Liu Feng."

Su Peili came over and patted Liu Feng's shoulder and said, "Brother Feng, I'm not a sister. I hit you. My brother Su Tianci is relatively weak, but he is also middle-ranked, and you will be able to do it. My big cousin, Nooyin, let alone say that? "

cough!

Liu Fenggan coughed, "Madam, when others praise me, can you not mention your Su family?"

what!

Liu Feng's words made everyone laugh at the site ~ www.novelhall.com ~ But Mr. Han still said in a serious way: "Xiaofeng, you are not weak compared to the Su family. The strength of the Su family cannot be based on common sense. In fact, you are the same. And I believe that in one or two years, even if it does not take so long, your strength may exceed that of the Su family. "

"I don't have any comment on Mr. Han."

Su Peili also said seriously: "My brother, Mr. Yan, has grown really fast. I have a hunch that he will write a legend unique to him in this world. Not counting the words of my master Su family, He can indeed be called the strongest under sixty. "

"The strongest under sixty? Funny!"

"Yan, don't you feel blushed so much?"

"Our North League Ghost Team is dispatched to perform beheadings against your King Yan. Come here, let us see how the North League Ghost Team is so strong."

A sudden laugh rang suddenly from around the crowd, and then, four strong winds blew from the east, west, south, and north, and the force of the wind pointed directly at Liu Feng.