The ultimate bodyguard of the wealthy goddess

Meanwhile, Tang Jianqiang, the prodigal son, was also fighting inextricably at this time, but it was obvious that both sides had exhausted a lot of physical energy.

Especially Tang Jianqiang, on the one hand because he was several years older than the prodigal son, and on the other hand because of the saber in his hand.

On the premise of sufficient physical strength, there is no problem at all in swinging the Saber Saber, but until now, every time he swings it will increase his physical energy consumption.

Therefore, Zhan Ma Dao's trajectory is no longer as smooth as it was at the beginning, and there are obvious pauses several times.

Judging from the blades of the two, the prodigal son's saber has already had several gaps, and of course, the saber was not spared.

At the same time, there are several cuts of different sizes on the arms of the two, which shows the degree of fierce fighting between the two.

"It's time to end the battle!" The prodigal son also felt that the opponent's physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Hmph, is that right? Let's try it, kill!" Tang Jianqiang roared angrily and raised his saber again to kill the prodigal son.

At this moment, the prodigal son was seen moving quickly, the speed was unparalleled, it seemed that he had been waiting for such an opportunity, so the speed was obviously faster than before.

Tang Jianqiang didn't expect that the opponent could still have such a reaction speed after fighting until now. It seems that the opponent has actually been conserving his physical energy all the time, just waiting for the best time.

But he didn't have much time to think about it, and before his saber fell, the prodigal son's saber had already pierced his chest.

Although at the last critical moment, he dodged his figure and avoided the deadliest part of the heart, but the saber still pierced his chest, and he was gone!

Ding Ding Deng!
Tang Jianqiang immediately stepped back five or six steps, a bloody arrow shot out from the knife edge, and at the same time, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"How is it possible?" Looking at the handle of the knife in his chest, Tang Jianqiang said with difficulty.

It is really hard for him to believe that one day he will die under someone else's knife. Isn't this too ironic for him who has been with the knife all his life.

"Nothing is impossible, goodbye!" The prodigal son gave him no more time, and after he finished speaking, he fired again, rushed to Tang Jianqiang's front and back, and punched the opponent's chest with a violent punch.

Click!Click!
Tang Jianqiang, who was already seriously injured, couldn't stop the prodigal son's violent punch, and the prodigal son's fist directly hit the opponent's breastbone.

A violent force was poured into Tang Jianqiang's chest cavity through his fists, and suddenly there were several sounds of ribs breaking, and his internal organs were also damaged at the same time.

puff!
Tang Jianqiang spat out a mouthful of blood again, and fell to the ground with a wail. After convulsing for a while, he completely lost his breath of life.

"Old Tang!" Feng Jingquan, who was fighting Cheng Feng inextricably, looked at this scene and shouted loudly.

"Stop shouting, you will meet him soon." Cheng Feng said after punching him.

"Hmph, speak out loud, I won't let any of you get away tonight!" Feng Jingquan looked at the motionless Tang Jianqiang, knowing that there was no way to recover, so he stopped being distracted and attacked Cheng Feng at full speed again.

Tang Jianqiang's death stimulated him too much, and without any reservations, he mobilized all his strength and punched Cheng Feng's throat.

The momentum of this punch was obviously higher than all the previous attacks, and the surrounding air was set off bursts of whistling, like a cold wind.

"Really, then try it!" Sensing the huge energy contained in the opponent's punch, Cheng Feng's eyes sank, and he activated a layer of skill in the submerged way to meet the opponent's fist.

Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the fists of the two collided at full speed like two big mountains, breaking the surrounding air into bursts of air waves, and even vaguely felt the signs of the air waves impacting their clothes.

Deng Deng stare!
Feng Jingquan was knocked back seven or eight steps by this punch, and at the same time, his face was full of horror, blood was spilled from the fingers of his fist, and severe pain came from his arm at the same time.

He thought in disbelief about what happened just now, why two powerful forces came from the opponent's punch in succession, and the moment they were poured into his fist, they quickly superimposed together, thus generating more than twice the energy!

"What kind of punch is this?" Feng Jingquan asked after stabilizing his figure.

"Guess?" Cheng Feng, who was standing still, said two words that made Feng Jingquan bleed.

"Stop being arrogant, come again!" Feng Jingquan swung his arms and started again with all his strength.

"Shenlong wagging its tail!" Cheng Feng shouted in a deep voice.

His body was slightly bent, and then he jumped up suddenly and then spun, and his wonderful set of whirlwind legs was like a high-speed rotating harvester, killing Feng Jingquan.

The divine dragon that drove the first floor of the submerged path swung its tail, both in terms of speed and strength. From a distance, with Cheng Feng as the center, a huge air vortex formed around him.

Feng Jingquan looked around, and fear appeared on his face again, and he saw a huge air ball crushing towards him.

He is very clear that this air ball hides bursts of murderous intent everywhere, but any place swept by the air wave will not be spared.

Feng Jingquan's first thought was to dodge, but Cheng Feng obviously wouldn't give him this chance. The vortex of air rushed towards the opponent like a cannonball.

boom! boom! boom!
There were several loud impact sounds, mixed with the sound of fractures.

After a while, Cheng Feng stabilized his figure and stopped. The huge air vortex suddenly dissipated, and the void was completely silent.

Cheng Feng then turned around and looked at Feng Jingquan, only to see Feng Jingquan standing in place with no trace of blood on his face.

Wow!
The next moment, Feng Jingquan spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his legs and knees slammed on the ground, and he suddenly became weak.

It was obvious that Cheng Feng's series of whirlwind legs had seriously injured him. His sternum had been completely broken, and his right arm had also become irregular.

Through the confrontation just now, Cheng Feng has a new understanding of the skill of the first level of the submerged path. Compared with the last time he played against Fan Jialuo, this time he has obviously advanced a level, and it seems that he has already touched the second level of the submerged way. edge over.

At the same time as he was using Shenlong to wag his tail just now, he sensed the trembling frequency of his muscles with his heart, and he seemed to be able to vaguely grasp the fleeting feeling of secondary superimposition. Of course, this is still a certain distance away from the real second floor of the tunnel But at least the light has been seen.

"How about it, do you still want to fight?" Cheng Feng said after putting away the coercion on his body, and came to Feng Jingquan.

"You won!" Feng Jingquan said with difficulty. His sternum was broken and his right arm was crippled. Even if he survived, he would be almost a waste.

"Your skills are actually very good, but it's a pity you met me!" Cheng Feng was full of domineering.