Peerless Martial God

Not only Wang Zhuo, but the people around the battle platform all showed a surprised look. Lin Feng seems to be a normal person, but his way of defeating the black prison is not unusual. He uses the black nails to hold the black prison itself. Then, like the black prison, he slammed his fist.

The power of the black prison is unquestionable. It is the law that people can see that the rule of law that he is best at is the law of the earth. His figure seems to be born of the law. The people on the stage have not been able to bear the strength of his punch. However, at this moment Lin Feng, but the black imprisonment retreated, and retreated to the edge of the platform.

Even the black prison itself raised his head and stared at Lin Feng. He was puzzled. How could he be as powerful as himself? The black prison was created by himself according to a kind of magical power, tailored according to his own laws. Why Lin Feng’s supernatural powers are similar to him, and Lin Feng’s strength is stronger than him. Only he knows that it is pure power.

"You are also good at death, the earth, and the law of space?" The black prisoner glared at Lin Feng, and even if he was squatting, his eyes were still small, because the eyes were full of meat balls.

"Well." Lin Feng nodded slightly, and the three laws were released at the same time. Suddenly, the eyes of the black prison were even bigger, and said: "What magical power did you use?"

"I don't know." Lin Feng shook his head and said: "I just learned it with you."

After hearing Lin Feng’s words, the eyes of the black prison finally got bigger. Then he turned and walked down the stage. His magical powers were used to deal with himself so quickly, and the power was not as good as the other. Although the black prison seems to be awkward, but can cultivate to him to this extent, of course, not really stupid, he can feel the strength of Lin Feng, so he went down the platform himself.

"It seems that you are not always right." Qin Yao looked at the side of Wang Zhuo, and made Wang Zhuo's **** a moment, then smiled bitterly: "I also often make mistakes. There are many people in the Song Dynasty. I did not expect that except for the black prison today. In addition, there is a handsome man who can defeat the black prison. His combat power should be in the middle of the emperor."

"I am just curious, is his means really learned from the black prison?" The black rope led the white face to reveal a strange color. If Lin Feng did not lie, the man’s understanding is a bit horrible. It can directly realize the magical means of others, turn into their own magical powers, and show them directly in actual combat.

Among the pavilions in Wutai, I saw a white feather fan in one hand. Every time the fan seemed to be a frost, his eyes looked at Lin Feng in the battle platform and smiled. "You said that this person can fight." Yum."

"This person has developed the attack method of the black prison, and with the power to smash the black prison, may be able to win every battle." In another ancient pavilion, I saw a person wearing a linen shirt laughing at random, this person The dress is not only simple, it can even be said to be sour, but no one dares to despise him, the name of Maizi, in the realm of the Emperor, there are not many people who don’t know, his power is supernatural, but he is Test, murder is like a stroll.

"Not at all. When I get to the back, there will naturally be strong opponents coming out. I heard that the six prisoners will come to the battle today. If he is also on the battle platform, I am afraid that the record of this winning streak will be terminated. Moreover, this person dare not even fight for a hundred games, it is still unknown." The young man holding the lupin said with a smile.

"Six prison sons?" People around the ancient pavilion heard the name suddenly shocked, one of them said: "If this person is coming, it is quite interesting, and may be able to compete with us."

Those who can capture the victorious record of all battles are very human.

"They seem to be very confident." The black rope leader glanced at the ancient pavilion below and smiled.

"If a person can achieve a hundred-game winning streak on the platform of a strong man like a cloud, he will have the confidence of his own money." Wang Zhuo responded with a smile, his voice is as confident as he was, even if he guessed the wrong black prison Every word comes out of his mouth, as if it is a conclusion.

The black rope commander can of course feel the confidence of Wang Zhuo, but as Wang Zhuo said, when a person wins a hundred-game winning streak, he has confidence in the capital, and Wang Zhuo, he is said to have won in one breath. Hundreds of games, and defeated the famous figures on the stage at that time, so according to Wang Zhuo's own words, he is more confident in the money, after all, he still flows the blood of Song Emperor.

Black Prison and Lin Feng have played against each other, so he can feel the strength of Lin Feng, but not necessarily others will think that they are not as good as Lin Feng. Therefore, some people have taken to the battle platform where Lin Feng is located. However, they found that Lin Feng’s victory over the black prison is definitely not accidental. His strength is very strong. Every time he stepped on the battle platform, he was simply forced to smash the battle platform. Therefore, when Lin Feng scored a ten-game winning streak, it seemed very relaxed.

"Ten winning streak, this person's power is strong, but I don't know how other means, and his prisoner's power, is also as familiar as the black prison." Everyone's heart is dark, I saw a figure like this The wild geese flanked the wings and flew on the battle platform. I saw his body suspended in the air, the law was pervasive, and the golden eyes stared at Lin Feng, revealing a sharp air.

"Hey!" Suddenly, his figure disappeared, Lin Feng only felt a strong sharp air coming from the face, as if there was a huge and terrible goshawk smashing toward him, Lin Feng’s fist shadow blasted like a wind, still It was the unpretentious punch, but the speed of the other side was extremely terrible. The wind blew past, the power of the law of the wind permeated, and Lin Feng saw only a residual image. Everyone of his power had already seen it. Strong, this person will naturally not collide with him.

"Prisoner!" Lin Feng spit out a word, suddenly the whole piece of empty space seems to sink, then a void appears in the prison, but the integration of Lin Feng is obviously not as perfect as the black prison, this prison is directly cracked by the sharp edge, but The moment was enough for Lin Feng to arrive. His fist seemed to be very slow. However, when the golden scorpion and Lin Feng’s eyes collided, they could no longer be removed. Then the power of terror slammed into him. Above the body, the eagle wushu seems to be shattered.

"It seems that his prison means is not as skillful as a black prison, but it is enough for him to attack his opponent." Wang Zhuo spoke again, and his calm voice seemed to be convincing.

Of course, everyone also found that Lin Feng’s strength was unusual. At least, the black prisoner could beat him. He must be able to beat. When Lin Feng made a six-game winning streak, the people on the battle platform began to be less frequent. Lin Feng’s calm station On the battle platform, it seems that there is nothing to consume at all.

Sixty-game winning streak, for him, seems to be very easy.

On the other platform, Zhang Heng was not so relaxed. At this moment, Zhang Heng, who had won 40 games, had a slight ups and downs.

At this time, on the Guanwu stage, there were several figures appearing, four figures, two people in front, and two people behind, as if they were followers.

In front of the two, a middle-aged, a young girl, the black-collar hell's commanding skin has been quite white, and the middle-aged arrival is whiter now, like snow, a man is so white, it gives people A morbid illusion, but no one can say that he is sick at that position.

Only the girl seems to inherit the middle-aged white skin, but for her beautiful, having a snowy skin is much better than a man.

"Qinglian leader!" Wang Zhuo stood up. After seeing this person, he shouted very politely. Then he smiled and nodded at the girl next to Qinglian. He took his eyes away and left nostalgia. Wang Zhuo knows that for an unfamiliar woman, if you look at her more, she will think that you are not doing the part. If you don’t look at her, she will be angry again. Therefore, the best way is to stop. .

"Qinglian, you also have time to come here." The black rope leader sat there, laughing at the Qinglian leader, this Qinglian commander, also a side of the **** command, control Qinglian hell, like him to belong to the ten temples The Song Emperor sat down.

"I heard that there is a lively look today, then I came." Qinglian led the smile and sat down: "Qin Yao's niece is also here, it seems that I am coming."

"Since it is here, let's watch it together." The black rope led a calm smile, and then pointed to one of the battle platforms. It was the battle platform where Lin Feng was. He said: "This is a powerful force, no one can compete, now I won sixty-two consecutive games, no moments of rest, and no meaning for the next stage. Qinglian, do you think this one can win a hundred battles?"

"I will take a look first." Qinglian commander did not immediately respond, but looked at a few battles of Lin Feng, which was like a broken bamboo, and won a strong six-fifth winning streak.

"There is no problem in winning the battle." Qinglian looked back and looked at the black rope.

"If it is not?" The black rope leader revealed a sharp color in his gaze, and led the Qinglian.

Qinglian led a look at Qin Yao, who was led by the black rope. He couldn’t understand what the other party meant. In fact, the black rope commander also believed that Lin Feng could win a hundred wins. However, he answered yes, the black rope commander would let Lin Feng can't be, so no matter how he answers, it seems to be wrong.

"If there isn't, I will send Qin Yao's prostitute a Qinglian." Qinglian led a calm smile: "But if he wins a hundred battles?"

"Qing Lian!" The black rope leader reveals a ray of light. Since Qinglian is led by a Qinglian, he certainly cannot be embarrassed.

"I am giving a hellfire to the green niece!" The black rope leader smiled.