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In mid-air, the bloody hand was like substance, striking hard at Li Zuifeng.

Li Zuifeng looked at the bloody hand coming towards him and did not dare to be careless. He saw that the Qi in his body suddenly rose up, and he greeted it with a punch.

Just hear the bang!

There was a loud explosion, and the bloody hand was shattered by Li Zuifeng.

Jiang Xiaoge was not surprised at all when he saw Li Zuifeng cracking his move so easily. He only saw his body move and turned into a ball of blood rainbow flowing light and rushed directly towards Li Zuifeng. The blood rainbow true energy in his hand was like The blade kept slashing.

Li Zuifeng did not dare to be careless and quickly used his own skills.

"Luohua Step!"

His body was swaying and his steps were haphazard, but he easily dodged all Jiang Xiaoge's attacks.

After neutralizing all Jiang Xiaoge's attacks, Li Zuifeng suddenly turned around and kicked out like a golden hook hanging upside down.

"Drunk Immortal Kick!"

Jiang Xiaoge snorted coldly, and he jumped into the air, using both palms to resist the attack. Using inertia, he rose into the air, and then landed dozens of palms in a row.

Li Zuifeng frowned when he saw Jiang Xiaoge neutralize his moves so easily.

"Drunken Cactus!"

He also hit dozens of palms in a row.

The deafening explosion resounded over the entire Su family.

When people around him saw this scene, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and wondered, could this be the strength of the Grandmaster?

The two of them fought more and more fiercely, from the ground to mid-air, after hundreds of moves in a row.

The two faced each other with palms at the same time, and then retreated hundreds of meters away.

Stabilizing his body, Li Zuifeng felt his arms tremble slightly, and a surge of energy and blood surged up.

Jiang Xiaoge, who was opposite him, was still so calm, as if the battle just now had not caused any damage to him at all.

"Li Zuifeng, it seems that you are not as powerful as the rumors say."

Jiang Xiaoge towered over the void, looking at Li Zuifeng from afar like a king and sneered.

Although he has never been in contact with Li Zuifeng, he has long heard that Li Zuifeng's strength is not weak, but when he saw it today, it was just mediocre.

Li Zuifeng suppressed the injuries in his body and said with a grin: "Your evil skills are really powerful, but I haven't used my most powerful move yet."

"Oh? The strongest form of Drunken Fist, the Eight Drunken Immortals?"

Jiang Xiaoge frowned. Of course he knew the strongest move of Drunken Boxing, the Eight Immortals. It was said that this move was Li Zuifeng's famous stunt.

"Immortal toasts, chokehold!"

"It's extremely powerful to carry a pot when you're drunk!"

As a clear chant sounded, Li Zuifeng made a gesture of carrying a drink, and then his steps began to become sloppy, as if he had really drunk too much, and he was teetering on the verge of collapse.

However, every time he seemed about to fall, he cleverly stabilized himself.

"Toast with a single mention, and break the middle!"

"Drunk and throwing cups, kicking and kicking!"

As his words fell, Li Zuifeng's aura suddenly surged, and his originally hazy eyes became sharp at this moment.

I saw his hands clasping towards Jiang Xiaoge's body like phantoms.

Jiang Xiaoge didn't dare to be careless when he saw this, and quickly parried, but at this time Li Zuifeng was as slippery as a loach. No matter how he dodged and resisted, Li Zuifeng could still pin his acupuncture points.

Jiang Xiaoge's brows froze, and he no longer hid his clumsiness. He only saw a puff of breath, and the blood-red true energy burst out of his body, directly resisting Li Zuifeng's locking hand.

Immediately, he grabbed Li Zuifeng's shoulders with both hands and pressed down hard.

Li Zuifeng was shocked, immediately stopped his hand, and launched a series of kicks.

Jiang Xiaoge didn't have the slightest intention of evading. He raised his hand to resist, and then slammed his elbow down.

"Crack!"

Li Zuifeng's ankle was crushed by him on the spot!

"Uh!"

Li Zuifeng grimaced in pain and fell directly from the air. After he stabilized his body, he looked down and found that the bones in his ankle had been crushed by Jiang Xiaoge, and the white bones were exposed.

"you!"

Li Zuifeng staggered a few steps and looked at Jiang Xiaoge in mid-air in surprise.

Jiang Xiaoge sneered: "It's all bells and whistles!"

Li Zuifeng's face darkened, and he immediately turned his energy and used the last four moves of the Eight Immortals.

"Fall down and hug the cheng, dou Xin Ding!"

"Strike your wrists and hit your chest, and blow your whistle when you're drunk!"

"Bounce your waist to offer wine and wander around drunk!"

"The clouds are lying in the sky, and the Eight Immortals are drunk!"

As the last four moves were performed, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, and Li Zuifeng's figure began to become illusory, spreading out as if there were thousands of ghosts.

After a wave of air shook away, one could only see above the void, a drunken immortal lying in the clouds, suddenly pressing his palm downwards, the billowing true energy was extremely terrifying.

Jiang Xiaoge raised his head and frowned as he looked at the martial arts moves that were beyond those of ordinary masters.

The next second, a blood-colored sword formed by true energy was seen condensed out.

"Rage blood cut!"

boom!

A deafening loud noise sounded, and the bloody sword in the void suddenly slashed towards the immortal in mid-air.

An endless explosion sounded in the void, and the two sides collided fiercely.

After the loud noise, there was suddenly a sound of blood spurting.

The next second, Li Zuifeng's figure fell and flew hundreds of meters away like a kite with its string broken.

"Li Zuifeng, your Eight Drunken Immortals are nothing more than that!"

Jiang Xiaoge stood in the void with his hands behind his back and spoke condescendingly.

At this time, Li Zuifeng's eyes showed a frightening look: "You, are you already a half-step grandmaster?"

He could feel from this move that Jiang Xiaoge's cultivation had already surpassed his own.

Jiang Xiaoge grinned and didn't answer. He was just a little empty.

The bloody sword slashed directly at him.

"do not want!"

Mr. Su was shocked and shouted loudly.

Li Zuifeng's old face was trembling violently at this time, and he wanted to get up to resist, but his body was severely injured and he could no longer get up.

When Xiao Yingjun saw this scene, he sneered: "This is the fate of being an enemy of my Xiao family."

At this critical moment, a sword sound suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a white long sword suddenly coming through the air, and directly shattered the bloody sword transformed by the true essence.

"who!"

Jiang Xiaoge immediately turned his head.

The others were also shocked and looked up one after another.

At this time, a figure was seen in the distance, stepping on green light and stepping into the air. It was like a banished immortal, exuding a terrifying aura.

The moment he appeared, a group of people were shocked.

What kind of method is this? He actually flies with a sword. Could it be that he is an immortal?

Jiang Xiaoge also frowned. Although he could do this, it took too much effort and was not as fast as his own movement, so he rarely used it.

However, the man in front of him can not only fly with a sword, but also have a stable breath. It seems that his strength is not simple.

Who is it?