Chapter 14 Tiger Fist (please collect)

The tiger stared, giving people endless panic. Mu Zifeng's blood power doubled several times, and the tiger's staring momentum could instantly defeat the weak spiritual world of martial arts.

"I didn't expect that the disciples of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum would be this virtue, which is really disapsful." Mu Zifeng looked at them pitifully, and these two guys were useless.

"Kill them." Murong Prodigal son, who was sitting in the carriage, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth were curled down. He saw the driver jump. The wide-backed knife behind him came out, the cold light flashed, and the two heads flew up.

"This Murong prodigal son is determined and vicious enough." Mu Zifeng looked at him with some vigilance, and the other party also glanced at him. The two sides suddenly bumped into each other, and the air seemed to spark. Mu Zifeng's tiger staring is a use of qi and blood, a kind of spiritual momentum, and Murong's prodigal son's eyes seem to have turned into a blade, full of aggression and aggression.

Fortunately, the two sides just passed by mistake, but Mu Zifeng still felt a tingling in his eyes and tears were about to flow out. When the qi and blood work, the uncomfortable feeling disappears.

"It seems that in addition to the boy Ningdong, there are still talented martial artists in the Daxing Chamber of Commerce. Unfortunately, how dare it can be? It's still just a waste in the eyes of me. It's enough to kill an ant. It won't be long before I will kill Ningdong in front of Zhao's ancestors at the genius conference held by the imperial court. In this world, there is only one real genius, that is my Murong prodigal son. Hahaha..." Murong Prodigal raised his head and laughed, and his momentum was like a dragon going to sea, which was unstoppable.

Murong's prodigal son did not give further instructions, and those disciples avoided and gave up a passage. Mu Zifeng's eyes were correct and fearless. He walked to Fu Tianlian and helped him up, "Brother Fu, how is your injury?"

Fu Tianlian's face was a little pale and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, but he still smiled and said, "Brother Zifeng, as long as you are fine. In the past few days of disappearing, I have been worried about your safety. Don't worry, although Murong prodigal son is arrogant, as long as he doesn't break through his external skills, he still dares not really wash the branch of our Daxing Chamber of Commerce.

Murong Prodigal son has been squinting at Mu Zifeng's back, trying to see something different from him. Just now, he was also surprised. No martial artist below the blood realm could resist his broken heart. This martial art is the ancestor who is qualified to practice the spirit, and it is a kind of domineering cultivation. When you become a practitioner and become Wang Chengzu, then the power of this martial arts can be completely exerted. At a glance, you can directly erase the other party's mind.

The unpleatonous martial arts failed for the first time on this martial artist with only explosive power.

"Brother Fu, you need to calm down. Since this happened because of me, it's naturally up to me."

"Brother Zifeng, don't be stupid, they..."

Mu Zifeng stopped Fu Tianlian's words. He turned around and smiled at the Murong prodigal son, "I'm the person you're looking for. Are you going together? I still want to use the wheel war and take it all.

Murong Langzi showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were like looking at a clown. He waved his hand, "Whoever of you dedicates his head to me, reward him with a solid elixir."

Guli Dan is also an elixir refined by the ancestors of Qijing, but its effect is only to increase strength, which is not comparable to marrow washing Tiandan at all, but this is enough to make countless people jealous.

A disciple of the martial arts school jumped out first. The knife he used was long and narrow, and the body of the knife was black and bright. I don't know what kind of material it was forged. He pulled out a long knife, and the muscles/roots on his body burst out, covering his whole body like earthworms. These muscles are thicker and tougher than Wu Yidao, and they are obviously the first-class martial arts player in the explosive situation.

Although Mu Zifeng's external skills have just broken through, his muscle toughness is stronger than any martial artist of the same level, because his qi and blood are the best magical power to nourish and refine muscles.

"A cold light dance."

The long knife broke through the air and made a whining sound.

"Well, if you want to kill me, you have to pay the price." Mu Zifeng shook his shoulder, and he directly crashed into the other party's arms. He not only dodged the knife, but also turned over and grabbed it. He turned over and only heard a tear, and the other party's right arm was actually broken.

"Lie down."

Mu Zifeng didn't wait for the other party's scream. He slapped his right palm with a roar. The other party knelt to the ground, and there were spider web-like cracks in the stones on the ground. And everyone heard the sound of broken bones in their ears, their eyes condensed, and there were countless gasping sounds.

Mu Zifeng actually smashed the whole backbone of the disciples of the martial arts school at the same level.

A warrior at the peak of explosive power died in such an unclear way, and his eyes were round and he couldn't close his eyes.

"Soft!" Murong's prodigal son finally shouted in surprise that his eyesight was not ordinary.

General foreign martial artists can only gradually master softness when they reach the level of blood exchange. Under normal circumstances, low-level foreign martial artists are strong and fierce, and they are domineering when killing the enemy. However, they hurt 1,000 enemies and 800 themselves, because their martial arts aggressiveness is more than strong and not flexible enough.

Genius figures like Murong Prodigal Son and Ning Dong have more or less amazing secrets, so their strength is often not comparable to their realm.

Face to face, Mu Zifeng killed an explosive disciple of the martial arts hall. Those weak people are afraid, but the attraction of Gu Lidan is very worth taking a risk for those disciples with high levels. Moreover, the power of the divine power realm is several times that of the explosive realm, so it is another shout. A man in his thirties came out of the crowd. His muscles were repaired into pieces of iron. He was tall and powerful, and he looked like a humanoid weapon.

Puff... The other party took three steps, and a clear footprint appeared on the ground. Such martial arts cultivation can only be done by martial arts. However, Mu Zifeng gazed that the gravel at the footprint only turned into granules, not powder. It can be seen that the other party has not understood the skills of dark softness, and there is still a long way to break through to the blood change.

Mu Zifeng took two steps back, swinging the shape pile, his feet grabbed the ground, and the ground rose. His hands became tiger claws, his waist and shoulders were connected, and the muscles of his whole body were slightly tense, like bow strings.

The picture of the tiger-shaped fist flashed in my mind one by one.

"Bronze head and iron arms, invincible."

The other party killed with all his strength, and his arms seemed to be watered with iron water. The force sank, and the air within three or four meters of his body was brought up. The warriors in the divine realm have shown obvious qualitative changes in their strength, and each move is full of strong destructive momentum. Thousands of pounds of power are really invincible.

"Okay, kill him."

"A martial artist in an explosive realm actually dared to fight against our Tiandao Martial Arts Museum. The senior brother took him down and forced him to kneel down and kowtow ten times, then broke his limbs, soaked him in the wine altar for ten days and ten nights, and then killed him."

"This lifeless bastard actually hurt my brother in martial arts school, and I absolutely can't let him die happily. First abolish him, then find out his family, and then capture them all one by one and torture them to death.

"This bastard dares to hurt my fellow brother in front of Brother Murong. This man is cruel and disrespectful to Brother Murong. He must break his neck, expose it outside the hanging city for ten days, and finally chop it and throw it into the forest to feed the wild dog."

When the disciples of Tiandao Martial Arts Museum saw the brothers of the divine power realm, they were extremely powerful and powerful, and suddenly seemed to explode. They were all evil and vicious, and they wished to swallow Mu Zifeng alive.

Mu Zifeng's heart was as calm as water, and the qi and blood in his body were full, dissolved in the waist around him. When he saw the other party's iron arm sweeping over, his face was motionless, and his waist exerted strength and jumped. His whole body was like a tiger flying out of the cave.

'White tiger out of the hole', this is the starting style of the tiger-shaped fist.

The tiger-shaped fist takes shape as the fist, takes meaning as the god, exerts strength with qi, and ferocity. People are like tigers, passing through the forest, the wind and clouds change, and the mountains shake.

Mu Zi's wind and blood stimulated, condensing his eyes, hands and waist, and suddenly the momentum of the whole battlefield turned around.

With a bang, Mu Zifeng's tiger claws suddenly opened the opponent's arm, and then his right palm claw grabbed the opposite face. His momentum was like a rainbow, like a steel pestle. If he really wanted to attack the other party's face, he could definitely blind his eyes or abolish his facial features.

"A vicious move." The man's frightened arms suddenly sank, and he walked under his feet, protecting his arms to his chest, trying to resist the attack.

Mu Zifeng used the 'white tiger out of its claws', which was just a shape and a momentum, but the power condensed the power source of the palm and did not dissipate the momentum. This is the 'cumulation' in the eight-in power, which can be accumulated but not released. When the time comes, it can play a role in reversing the universe.

"The other party's power has penetrated into the bone. Not only is the power strong, but also the defense power is quite terrible. In order to exert the real power, the tiger-shaped fist must be cultivated to the third level of divine power."

It turns out that the tiger-shaped fist moves take a brave word of the king of beasts. Bones are the foundation of bravery. If the bones are not brave, they will not be brave. Mu Zifeng's heart turned sharply. As soon as he saw the other party withdraw from the visit, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly turned his claws into a fist, bullied him, and punched the other party's chest.

This is the 'black tiger steals the heart'. The fist is imprinted on the body, and the power of the palm explodes in an instant.

Collapse!

With a bang, the other party's chest was dented by a punch, and the clothes on his chest exploded into countless pieces. His figure was unable to resist and kept retreating. Every step back, he left deep footprints under his feet.

"You can also lie down." Mu Zifeng's eyes were like a tiger, his legs were full of blood, and his whole body turned into a gust of wind and rushed up. The five-meter-long air made a violent explosion. He used the 'angry tiger through the forest' in the tiger-shaped fist, and the man had flashed behind the other party.

The right palm was full of qi and blood, and the power in the palm turned into a second heart. In a strong beating, the whole right arm was thick and round, turning his fist into a palm, turning his hand and pressing it on the other party's head with a bang.

A frightening scene reappeared, and the huge head still did not resist Mu Zifeng's angry blow. He once again exerted the most domineering power and patted the other party's head into his chest.