Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"You've got a good leg. Song Weizhong patted him on the shoulder and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Wind God Leg Method that has been spread in the northwest area, and the agility and speed of the Rong People's Wind Forest Leg Method have increased a lot of strength." "

"Drink, good guy, you dare to come over and Lao Tzu!" At this time, an angry and violent voice suddenly came from behind him, and I saw that the big red man had jumped up from the ground, and a big tiger claw fell from the sky and slapped down on Song Weizhong's head.

Song Weizhong did not look back, but made a back shovel with his foot, and kicked on the knee of the red man with a "bang".

I took the test, so powerful - at this time, Ye Zhonghao on the side was stunned, he didn't expect this polite middle-aged man to be able to beat this red madman so powerlessly.

Song Chengfeng was lying on the chair at this time, and he was also a little surprised - he had never seen his father do it, although he had heard of his name as a Red Flame Hero, but if he saw his father beat this red monster to the ground with one move in a row, it was really shocking!

"Drink-the last person who can beat me up is dead!" The red man endured the pain in his leg and jumped up, and smashed his unicorn arm towards Song Weizhong, "Riding a horse, since Song Bingyi disappeared without a trace, no one can beat Lao Tzu if he still steps on a horse!" At this time, his arm was already heavily pressed on Song Weizhong's shoulder, and the red man turned his face, glared at Song Chengfeng and said, "No, Made, except for Song Bingyi's guy, only you kid has beaten me!"

"What about now, do you want to try the kung fu of the Red Flame Hero Song Bingyi again?" At this time, Song Weizhong's arms shook hard, and he immediately flipped the red man out ten meters away, at this time, he slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves, gathered his hands together, and there seemed to be a golden flame between his palms!

"Medium...... China is arrogant!?" The red man was forced to open his eyes by the strong internal force rolling around Song Weizhong's body, he held his breath, his feet couldn't stop retreating, he looked at the hazy figure in front of him, and a strong sense of familiarity and fear suddenly engulfed him, "Song ...... Song Bingyi, Song Bingyi, you are alive again, drink-" The red man stood still with his legs divided and stabilized his body, and then the muscles and blood on his body rolled violently, only to see two streams of black-red blood rolling from between his waist and abdomen into his thick arms, and then poured into his palms from his arms, after such three blood movements, his hands were swollen like two huge stone piers at this time!

"China is arrogant, the fifth style, one finger - Dingzhongyuan!" Song Weizhong was already lucky at this time, his steps changed, as if a phantom appeared, in less than half a second, he had rushed out more than ten meters away, and a finger poked into the thick neck of the big red man.

"Drink!" The red man's neck shook violently, and he used his strong internal force to resist Song Weizhong's index finger, and immediately, two huge "stone piers" slammed down on Song Weizhong's left and right cheeks.