The Dragon from Hell

The moment Qin Feng disappeared, Murakami Wild Dog immediately captured and locked onto him.

Because of the incense, Qin Feng's movements slowed down a lot, and the Seven-Star Lotus Steps were not smooth, so he was soon locked onto by Murakami Wild Dog.

"Die!"

Murakami rushed to Qin Feng at a high speed, punched out, and waves of sound exploded.

—— Whoosh!

The sharp fist wind whistled out and pierced the air directly.

Ling Yuhai's eyes flashed with fanaticism: "Kill! Kill him!"

Qin Feng barely dodged backwards and avoided a punch.

But this retreat weakened his momentum instantly, while Murakami Wild Dog's momentum soared, and his speed and strength increased significantly, like a cannonball, directly bullying forward.

—— Whoosh!

So fast!

Ling Yuhai and others were amazed.

In the blink of an eye, Murakami Wild Dog's figure was like a ghost, domineering and swift, and directly approached Qin Feng.

——Bang, bang, bang!

After the two of them were stuck together, Murakami staggered his hands and blasted out a series of combination punches, like a violent storm.

Every punch hit the air, and there were bursts of sonic booms.

The shadows of dozens of fists were dazzling.

Qin Feng responded with one hand, but his clothes and gas masks were not comparable, so he inhaled a lot of incense, and the numbness of his body became more and more serious.

In the attack of Murakami Wild Dog, he could only retreat again and again.

He could only passively respond to Murakami's fists, but fortunately every time he was safe and sound, and he was not really hit by Murakami.

Murakami also found that every time he attacked, he could only barely brush Qin Feng's clothes and could not hurt him.

Even though Qin Feng's body was half paralyzed, he could still use the Seven Star Lotus Steps to avoid Murakami Wild Dog's attack.

Then, Murakami Wild Dog threw another thunderous punch.

Just when he was about to hit Qin Feng, he suddenly exerted force and kicked him on the wrist, removing most of the force.

Qin Feng also took the opportunity to escape from the gap.

"Damn it! This bastard!"

Ling Yuhai stared at Qin Feng's figure, furious.

Today was a killing game specially set up for Qin Feng. First, he was upset by the news of his family's injury, then he set up a fragrance, and then a master like Murakami Wild Dog came out, but even so, he still couldn't be captured.

I didn't expect that Qin Feng was now fully focused on dealing with Murakami, and he didn't even look at the big screen anymore, so it was meaningless for him to catch Lin Wan'er.

This is the city center. If they really throw Lin Wan'er down, they will also expose their whereabouts, which is not worth the loss.

In fact, Qin Feng expected this, so he simply ignored the big screen.

While not being affected, it also gave Lin Wan'er a chance to survive.

Can't dodge anymore.

Feeling that he was inhaling more and more incense, Qin Feng stopped dodging, tapped the ground with his right foot, and kicked forward with his left leg.

He was half a step faster than Murakami and kicked directly at Murakami's calf.

"Ah!"

With a crisp sound, Murakami's calf was in great pain, most of his strength was gone, and his center of gravity was a little unstable.

Qin Feng took the opportunity to move forward and punched him in the chin.

Murakami subconsciously raised his hand to block, and at the same time, his left hand attacked Qin Feng.

The fists of the two collided in the air, and a muffled sound was heard in the air.

Qin Feng instantly poured a force into his fist, and his whole body shook his arm, directly shaking Murakami's stray dog ​​back several steps.

If it were a normal day, his punch would make Murakami's stray dog ​​fall to the ground.

But now his strength is no longer enough.

I saw that while Murakami Wild Dog retreated, he directly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and widened the advantage and disadvantage between the two people again.

"Murakami, as long as you kill him, I will help you with your Shenhui matter!"

Ling Yuhai's eyes were shining, and he was very excited.

——Buzz!

The long sword swept through the air, and there was a vibration.

Qin Feng avoided his sword, but did not retreat but took a step forward, and then punched the opponent's elbow.

However, Murakami's reaction was too fast, and he actually changed the attack route of the sword halfway. Qin Feng dodged again, but his arm was cut.

"Beautiful!"

"Murakami, kill him! Kill him!"

"I want to see him dragged in front of me like a dead dog!"

Ling Yuhai was so excited that he spitted: "I must kill him with my own hands before returning to Kyoto!"

Qin Feng, who saw the blood, sobered up a lot in an instant. Although the wound on his arm was visible, he did not show any pain. Instead, his pupils, which were a little dilated by the incense, became clearer.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Murakami was stunned when he saw that his condition had actually improved.

That's right.

QinFeng just hit Murakami Wild Dog's blade on purpose, using bloodletting to keep himself awake.

Now he is not only conscious, but also has recovered some of his arm strength.

"Haha, it's useless." Murakami Wild Dog came to his senses: "Even at your peak, you are not my opponent!"

Qin Feng ignored him, just turned his head to look at the big screen, and said coldly: "Kyoto, you can't go back."

As he said that, he disappeared again.

But this time, the speed and strength were unparalleled.

Murakami Wild Dog looked at the front in surprise, but he couldn't catch Qin Feng's figure.

The weapon was in his hand, but every time he made a move, he could only follow Qin Feng's shadow.

Without any gorgeous moves, Qin Feng completely fought him head-on with speed and strength, with fists and feet flying.

There were bursts of fierce explosions in the hall, and the sound of fists hitting bones stimulated everyone's eardrums.

Sakurai Kogure was already crazy, shouting at the screen: "Brother! Kill him! Kill him!"

But Qin Feng's fist shadows were everywhere, and it was difficult to catch them with the naked eye.

"How is this possible?"

Murakami Wild Dog was shocked. Qin Feng looked like a spent force just now.

Even if bleeding could keep him awake, his body should have been paralyzed by the incense. How could he recover so quickly?

And even if he recovered, he should be about the same level as himself. How could he crush him so much?

But he didn't have time to figure it out, because Qin Feng's fist had already hit his chest.

At the same time, he kicked the knife with one foot, directly kicking the long knife in his hand away.

Before he could react, Qin Feng had already kicked him in the chest with another foot, directly knocking him back four or five meters.

At the same time, one hand took the long knife that fell from the air and threw it directly in the direction of Murakami Wild Dog.

Fast, too fast!

Murakami Wild Dog just watched the long knife slowly enlarge in front of his eyes, and then he felt a strange pain and fell backwards uncontrollably.

The long knife went straight through his skull, nailing him to the ground...