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"Brother Zhang, your kung fu is good, but your way of practicing qi is so weird, it doesn't look like a Jianghu sect, could it be a casual cultivator? Tsk tsk, it's a pity to kill you like this."

Master Mu clicked his tongue, and tested Zhang Chenfeng's reality with one punch, and his face returned to a smiling expression, obviously more confident in defeating Zhang Chenfeng.

"So confident that he can kill me? Let's see who has the last laugh."

As an upright and pure man, even if Zhang Chenfeng is at a disadvantage in terms of strength, he will not back down in the slightest in terms of momentum.

He lived an upright and wonderful life all his life, even if he died in battle this time due to lack of strength, I will fight a vigorous and tough battle.

Zhang Chenfeng knew that the opponent's moves were fierce, so he couldn't sit still and wait for death, so he could only turn his back and find out the opponent's flaws as soon as possible.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

Zhang Chenfeng pushed the fighting spirit to the limit, and used all the moves to strike with all his strength, using the most practical moves taught in "Motian Zhanshen Jue" by grappling, Sanda and "Motian Zhanshen Jue".

Although Master Mu is powerful, he is not a soldier king from special forces like Zhang Chenfeng after all, and his tricky moves also give Master Mu some headaches.

He was busy parrying, and he didn't draw out his hand to fight back after dozens of moves.

The figures of the two quickly flitted across the road, dodging left and right, sometimes walking on the trees, and sometimes colliding in the grass.

The figures of the two of them were like a slow-motion slide show. One second was still in front of them, and the next second they flew to a tree ten meters away. Anyone who saw it would inevitably have a shocking feeling.

"Boy, this master has had enough fun, and I don't have time to waste time with you here, so go to hell with me."

Master Mu did not expect Zhang Chenfeng to be so difficult.

He chose to make a move on this secluded path because he was afraid of being too conspicuous, being known by outsiders and causing trouble.

Master Mu didn't pay much attention to a brat in the middle stage of Qi training, thinking that a few kung fu skills could be easily done, but he didn't expect that once he slacked off and gave the opponent a chance to breathe, he didn't even find a chance to make a move for a long time.

Master Mu yelled angrily, all the smiles on his face disappeared, and the zhenqi in his whole body exploded to an unprecedented level, which only made Zhang Chenfeng feel that the beating speed of his heart slowed down.

"This master will let you understand now, how big is the difference between the strength of the middle stage of Qi training and the strength of Qi training at the peak, trash like trash, give me to die!"

Master Mu's loose silk clothes bulged without wind, and the knuckles of the third finger of his two fists suddenly bulged.

At the same time, his two toes touched the ground, his whole body was like a light and agile crane, and he rushed towards Zhang Chenfeng in a graceful manner.

He attacked Zhang Chenfeng's throat and dantian at the same time with two fists, one left and one right, with an extremely tricky posture. His pace was illusory, which made Zhang Chenfeng feel an unreal feeling of dizziness.

Killing move!

An unusually calm voice sounded from the bottom of Zhang Chenfeng's heart, and he bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, making his mind instantly clear.

The opponent couldn't help but use his trump card.

But Zhang Chenfeng still didn't find out the other party's flaws.

The gap in strength between the mid-stage of Qi training and the peak of Qi training is indeed too great.

Zhang Chenfeng cannot avoid it, and now he can only use the power of his hole card: the power of the golden dragon!

Seeing Master Mu's strange killing move, Zhang Chenfeng didn't dare to delay the Iron Fist Transformation Palm, the entire palm was in the shape of a dragon's claw, and the aura of the whole body gathered in the arm again.

With the sound of "Roar", there was a roar like a dragon's chant, deterring the opponent's power, and then the whole arm swung at an extremely fast frequency, driving a whirl of spiritual energy, and attacking Master Mu.

This move possesses the power of the golden dragon, which is the power of Zhang Chenfeng's trump card.

This move itself is to use the roar of battle breath like a dragon's chant to frighten the opponent, causing the opponent's breath to leak out, and then use the two-handed dragon claws to drive the battle breath cyclone, double strike, and completely tear the opponent into pieces.

Logically speaking, with this tactic, Zhang Chenfeng is able to fight against opponents who are strong in the late stage of Qi training without losing.

However, Master Mu is not only at the pinnacle of Qi training, but also only one step away from entering the realm of Qi King. He is a genuine superpower, and Zhang Chenfeng cannot compete with him at all.

Zhang Chenfeng's two dragon claws had just touched Master Mu's illusory iron fist, and he felt as if he was being shocked by an electric shock on his palm, and he couldn't hold it at all.

Master Mu's iron fist moved forward again.

Zhang Chenfeng's body was blown away by the strength of the fist and the vigorous true energy surging out of Master He Mu's body.

With a "poof", a mouthful of blood gushed out, Zhang Chenfeng flew upside down five meters, and landed on the grass behind him.

"Wasting my time, stupid little trash, damn it!"

Master Mu exposed his extremely bad temper, severely injured Zhang Chenfeng with one blow, and did not give Zhang Chenfeng a chance to breathe.

With a serious murderous intent on his face, he ran towards Zhang Chenfeng at high speed, his palm turned into a knife, obviously wanting to deal a fatal blow to Zhang Chenfeng.

Zhang Chenfeng was in a desperate situation, and the time left was very close.

However, for this kind of peerless soldier king who has walked through the gates of hell several times, death, to him, is just another form of life.

"I'm not afraid of death, but it's a bit aggrieved to die in the hands of this bearded man."

Zhang Chenfeng propped his palms on the ground, thinking about getting up and fighting Master Mu, and using the strongest fire breath.

At this moment, Zhang Chenfeng's hand accidentally touched the ground, on the mysterious ancient sword scattered from the wooden box.

As soon as the palm touched the blade, the inexplicable feeling of being attracted to the battle came again.

Zhang Chenfeng was astonished, but he didn't put down the sword.

The situation is extremely urgent now, Master Mu valued this ancient sword so much, maybe there is really some secret behind it.

Zhang Chenfeng endured the feeling that the fighting breath in his body was being quickly emptied, and his other hand was also tightly clenched on the hilt of the sword.

Master Mu, who was still rushing towards Zhang Chenfeng and wanted to make up the sword, saw Zhang Chenfeng pick up the ancient sword, and his face showed a more greedy color.

However, as the fighting breath in Zhang Chenfeng's body was gradually evacuated, on the originally bronze-colored sword with some green spots, a golden light suddenly burst out!

It can be seen that the unusually exquisite red gemstone on the hilt of the sword is shining brighter than the setting sun and hotter than the raging fire.

"This... what is this, ancient fairy sword! Impossible, how can this thing be used by a person in the middle stage of Qi training, it is impossible!"

Master Mu saw the radiance of the mysterious ancient sword, his body seemed uncontrollable, he stopped the rushing rhythm, stood in front of Zhang Chenfeng blankly, and said to himself.

His face was full of shock, disbelief, and despair.

Zhang Chenfeng could only feel a passionate pride rolling in his heart, with an unprecedented sense of justice, like a peerless overlord standing proudly between the heavens and the earth.

"what!"

With a loud roar, Zhang Chenfeng accepted the guidance of the heaven-shaking power from the ancient sword in his hand, and swung his hands vigorously.

The ancient sword in his hand seemed to contain enormous power, with a mighty aura, it sliced ​​across Master Mu's body in one fell swoop.

At the time of the crisis, Master Mu also regained his sobriety, eager to protect his body with zhenqi.

However, the ancient sword was like the sharpest weapon in the world, cutting iron like mud, and almost without any hindrance, it cut Master Mu's body into two pieces at the waist.

Until the moment of death, the unbearable and astonished expression on Master Mu's face did not dissipate.