The ultimate bodyguard of the wealthy goddess

The Taoist robed man let out a roar and attacked with both hands, trying to resist Cheng Feng's leg, but when he sensed the momentum of this leg, he was startled, and immediately changed his mind. When his hands collided with Cheng Feng's leg, he used the momentum to move backwards He took several steps back quickly and lost most of his strength in time.

Although he escaped this powerful kick, the shock in the Taoist robe man's heart was even stronger.

Originally, I thought that with five masters coming this time, I would definitely be able to keep the other party, but now it seems that there is no possibility.

He took a look at his companions just now, everyone's situation is not optimistic, they are basically being suppressed and beaten by each other.According to this situation, it won't take long for one's own side to lose miserably!
Now I just hope that the one above can make a timely move!

Without much time for him to think about it, Cheng Feng struck again, and a heavy punch swept towards him again with majestic momentum.

"Good come!"

The man in the Taoist robe roared, and the ancient martial spirit of the third level of the intermediate level gathered in his right arm in an instant, and then he clenched his fists tightly to meet Cheng Feng's fist...

boom!
The fists of the two collided fiercely again. After a dull loud noise, the man in the Taoist robe was shocked back two steps again, but Cheng Feng remained motionless.

A look of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the Taoist robed man. He had practiced hard for decades before he was promoted to the third level of the middle class.

But the other party is just an ordinary person who has never cultivated any vigor at all. How can he have such a powerful force only relying on the ultimate strength of his physical body? This completely overturned his understanding of martial arts.

Before that, he had always firmly believed that the ancient martial spirit was definitely much stronger than the limit strength of ordinary physical bodies. This had been proved many times by the opponents he had encountered before, but today's opponents challenged his belief Got to be broken.

"Is this the full strength of the third level of the middle class? If you only have this strength, then end the battle!" After Cheng Feng finished speaking, he suddenly mobilized, and at the same time urged a layer of skill in the submerged path to blast and kill the man in the Taoist robe. .

He needs to fight quickly, because it is not clear how many opponents are waiting for him in front of him. The longer the delay, the more dangerous Lin Yujia will be.

If something happened to Lin Yujia, he couldn't explain it to Han Mengqi, after all, the other party kidnapped Lin Yujia to lure him to show up.

"What do you mean?"

The man in Taoist robe heard Cheng Feng's tone, didn't he use all his strength just now?But I clearly felt that his strength had reached its peak.

"Take the call!"

Cheng Feng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he punched the opponent's heart with a straight fist with the power of the first level of submergence.

Cheng Feng, who pushed the first level of the submerged path, was far from being comparable to his previous aura, and his speed and strength were more than double the original one.

The strength of the punch coming from Cheng Feng's fist made the man in Taoist robe feel boundless fear!
He obviously felt that this punch was not at the same level as the previous one. Facing the majestic force of this monstrous force, he couldn't even bear the slightest bit of resistance.

Of course, even if he wanted to resist, he still had more than enough energy, and in the confrontation just now, he had already been injured by Cheng Feng's punch, and the punch was so fast that he had no time to react.

boom!
A cloud of blood sprayed out from the back of the Taoist-robed man, and at the same time the whole man flew out. When the man was floating in the air, a few mouthfuls of blood scattered in the air like a goddess scattering flowers.

At this moment, he heard the sound of his heart breaking.

Boom!
After flying seven or eight meters away, the Taoist-robed man fell hard to the ground and was breathless again.

"Big brother!"

The one who fought against the prodigal son was a gloomy man holding a scimitar. After seeing the Taoist robe being knocked to the ground by Cheng Feng's punch, he yelled loudly and rushed over to check it out, but how could the prodigal son let him succeed.

"Hey, save your own life first!" The prodigal son swiped at the opponent's throat with a saber in his hand.

"Looking for death!" After the gloomy man roared, he held a scimitar and tried to block the prodigal son's knife.

Dang!

After a crisp sound, a gap was left in the scimitar, and the gloomy man stepped back several steps, with a look of horror on his face.

He didn't expect the strength of the prodigal son to be so powerful, and he was knocked back so many steps after attacking with all his strength, and his wrist was numb from the shock.

"Suffer to death!"

The gloomy man adjusted his figure slightly, and rushed towards the prodigal son with a roar. When he was close to him, he held the knife handle tightly with both hands, and slashed down on the prodigal son's head with all his might.

"Hmph, little skill!" The prodigal son raised his hand and raised his saber to block.

According to normal logic, this move is not a wise move. After all, the opponent's scimitar is better than the saber in the prodigal son's hand in terms of size and weight, but the prodigal son doesn't care at all, and gathers powerful strength to directly meet the opponent's curved saber. knife.

Dang!

The gloomy man's arm trembled, and suddenly he felt a majestic force attacking him, and the scimitar was shaken away, and at the same time, he backed away.

At this moment, the prodigal son's eyes sank, and he struck again, and the saber in his hand quickly slashed towards the opponent's chest.

laugh!
Because the speed of the prodigal son was too fast, the gloomy man had no time to dodge. The sharp saber left a long bloody gash on his chest, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Damn it!" After the gloomy man shouted, ignoring the wound on his chest, he stabbed the prodigal son with a scimitar in his throat.

"Lie down!" After the prodigal son took the saber in his hand, he raised his leg and kicked the opponent's chest.

Click!Click!
Because of his chest injury, the gloomy man's combat effectiveness had obviously declined. He had no time to dodge, but was kicked in the chest by the prodigal son, and there was the sound of several sternum breaking.

At the same time, the gloomy man stepped back five or six steps as if hit by a car!
Before he had time to stand still, the prodigal son rushed forward again, and at the same time, the saber was slashed towards his throat with the force of lightning.

Gollum!Gollum!
The gloomy man's throat was directly slashed by the prodigal son's saber, and blood spurted out immediately. While trying to cover the knife edge with his hands, the gloomy man fell straight down, lay on the ground without struggling for a few seconds, and completely lost his life. breath of life.

Wu Mei's opponent is a thin and handsome man, who is also a third-level middle-level ancient martial arts practitioner.

Wu Mei kept flashing her ghostly figure, making it difficult for the opponent to catch her position. After the delicate man punched nothing, Wu Mei quickly gathered a majestic momentum, and blasted towards him with a heavy punch. The opponent's waist.

Sensing the power of this punch, the handsome man's face changed suddenly, and he quickly dodged aside, but Wu Mei's speed was too fast, and he couldn't dodge at all, so he could only use his third-level mid-level vigor to protect his waist.