From Jiu Shu's world

"Hmph, I really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

Jia Zhengyu's face was gloomy, Luo Zhong and Song Anfu's words against him had already made him unhappy, and now Luo Zhong provoked him face to face, which ignited his anger even more.

I saw his figure suddenly moved and disappeared in place.

"Damn!"

Luo Zhong knew that the situation was not good, and Jia Zhengyu's first target must be him. He swung the long metal stick in his hand violently, trying to force a safe distance.

But his strength was not at the same level as Jia Zhengyu's. Before the iron rod swept over, Jia Zhengyu had already rushed in front of him.

With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he blocked it with his left hand, and the iron rod fell firmly into Jia Zhengyu's hand, as if stuck, and remained motionless.

"Damn it, you bastard."

Luo Zhong twitched the long metal stick desperately, but it missed. With a roar, he wanted to punch Jia Zhengyu back, and then pulled the iron stick back.

But with this punch, Jia Zhengyu hit him with a palm, and the light blue qi hit him.

"what?!"

Luo Zhong only felt that his body was falling into the mud, and the surrounding air seemed to suddenly become a very dense liquid, not only his body movements were sluggish, but his body was also eroded by this strange qi.

"Go to hell, chopper."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Jia Zhengyu's mouth, and then he squeezed his left hand suddenly, leaving five fingerprints on the iron rod, and then swung it. Luo Zhong felt that there was a strong force, and he could no longer hold the iron rod, the long metal rod It was thrown out directly.

Then Jia Zhengyu moved like a wolf, and with his free hand, he directly hit Luo Zhong's big bald head.

"boom"

With a bang, Luo Zhong immediately rolled his eyes, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and he fell unconscious.

"Damn it, why is it so powerful?"

Song Anfu hurriedly approached the Luo people, but just barely got behind Jia Zhengyu, and the Luo people were directly defeated as if they were being ripped off.

She was terrified in her heart, but now it was impossible to get off the tiger, and there was no way to retreat, so Jia Zhengyu had already found time.

Song Anfu felt ruthless, luckily on the sharp gloves, he grabbed Jia Zhengyu abruptly, which was exactly the move of Heihu digging out his heart.

The fear in his heart has made him temporarily forget that this is a game, and he only wants to save himself.

His movements were sharp and fierce, and a look of madness appeared in his eyes at some point.

But the next moment, Jia Zhengyu turned around, and his actions became more ruthless.

Flipping his hands and grabbing it, he met the sharp glove with his bare hands, criss-crossed, just avoiding the sharp edge.

"Click"

Song Anfu's hand was broken in an instant, and the five fingers seemed to be twisted. Just looking at this made people feel terrible in their hearts, and subconsciously empathized with them.

He screamed, and before he could resist, he was pulled by Jia Zhengyu and smashed hard on the ground, creating a small hole, and the dust immediately flew up.

This smashing of Song Anfu did not know how many bones were broken, he just felt that all his strength was shaken away, and he wanted to beg for mercy, but the words he said were unknown gibberish, and he could not utter a sentence.

Jia Zhengyu stepped forward and stepped on his head, knocking him unconscious.

He said disdainfully: "If it weren't for the fact that the competition can't kill people, hmph..."

The words were not finished, but the meaning behind the words was already very clear.

He looked at Feng Xingtong with icy eyes, and said, "Why don't you fight with them and look down on me?"

"That's not it."

Feng Xingtong took a few steps forward, still with a smile on his face, he said: "Brother Jia is very strong, they lost before I had time to fight, it seems that now we can only fight Brother Jia one-on-one."

Jia Zhengyu snorted coldly, everyone could see Feng Xingtong's polite words, he said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it."

As soon as the word "hands-on" came out, Jia Zhengyu moved his Qi with both hands, and made a gesture of rushing palm. He had extraordinary momentum, but he didn't use his real skill of cutting dragon cones. It seemed that he wanted to use a hidden hand to catch people by surprise.

Feng Xingtong was also on the imposing side at this time, black mysterious lines began to appear on his hands, and then black air began to emerge one after another on his body, cold and powerful, making people feel shuddering from a distance.

His eyes turned black, completely black, as if the ink of the abyss had been soaked.

Four spirit bodies appeared by his side, like a cold shadow with murderous intent, they stared at Jia Zhengyu as soon as they appeared.

"Are you a witch?!"

Jia Zhengyu showed surprise on his face. Witches are also a type of alien, but they have less inheritance and are more mysterious. Manipulating spirit bodies to fight is hard to guard against.

And the young man who looked like a demon king at this moment in front of him gave him an incomprehensible weirdness, and his heart was faintly uneasy. The young witch seemed to be more terrifying, and it was more difficult to guard against than he expected.

Chapter 422 A Fleeting Unfamiliar Move

"Well, Ju Ling sent a general, the kid from the Feng family is a bit hot."

In the stands, Wang Ai commented with a smile. If others looked at it, if they didn't know the truth, they might think that the elders were praising the younger ones.

Wang Bing beside him was full of disdain, and said: "You trash, you don't even have a full set of detaining generals, and you're not our dog."

"Hahaha, Ah Bing is right. No matter how big the Feng family is, they can only be the dogs of our Wang family. It used to be, and it is now."

Wang Ai laughed out loud, without any scruples, the surroundings of grandparents and grandchildren had been cleared long ago, no matter how they said it, it would not reach the ears of the third person, let alone the ears of the Feng family.

Wang Bing also smiled unscrupulously. He gave Feng Xingtong a greedy look, and then said: "Although this guy is trash, he has a good spirit, and he should be delicious."

The grandparents and grandchildren chatted recklessly, and Jia Zhengyu and Feng Xingtong off the court had already started to fight.

Because of the unknown pressure brought by Feng Xingtong, Jia Zhengyu took the lead.

When he came up, he hit Feng Xingtong directly with the running palm, like passing through a butterfly, trying to bypass these four spirit bodies and directly attack Feng Xingtong's body.

Compared with the two people just now, the rushing palm is many times more powerful. It looks like it has used its real skills. Before it hits, it feels like the tide is entangled, and the qi is like a turbulent flow.

Feng Xingtong chuckled, and the two spirits around him stopped in front of him, the black shadows moved, and the black energy rushed towards Jia Zhengyu.

"Damn!"

Seeing that Jia Zhengyu couldn't continue after being blocked by this, the two spirits had already attacked, so he had to fight the spirit body first.

As the name suggests, rushing palm, Qi is like a torrent, with an endless source, and erosion is like flowing water.

In addition to not having a powerful lethal move, this fight is very powerful.

The spirit body was like a shadow, but the black air was sharper than the blade of a knife when attacking. Jia Zhengyu couldn't dodge in time, and the black gown was cut through.