Chapter 164 The old horse lost its hooves

"Oh?" Looking at the teenager in front of him, judging from his previous performance, this should be the person who can speak. Although his strength is only level seven intermediate, since he has such confidence, he must have no means, and the white-faced saint has no intention of contempt.

The golden big hand condensed out of thin air in the black sky, like a streamer hitting the white-faced Holy Lord. The dark blue light burst out from the opponent, and his hands were facing the golden big hand that fell down. Bang..." With the growth of Mu Feng's strength, the power of the golden hand naturally rose to a higher level, and the earth trembled slightly, and the feet of the white-faced saint were buried in the earth.

"Good!" With a big shout, the dark blue water lines of the white-faced Holy Lord fluctuated towards the wind. Instant kill!" Mu Feng's figure disappeared in place, and the meatball man who lost his opponent's figure just wanted to dodge and leave the place, but he was surprised to find that his figure could no longer move. The golden energy kept scratching his body, and the light red marks appeared. He felt that the white-faced saint on his body was extremely surprised. Although his strength was suppressed, he should know that it was the treasure body of the top strong man of the holy level. It was almost impossible to break through the defense with the strength of Mufeng, but the indisputable fact in front of him. And he can't be more suspicious.

was another kind of violent unstable fluctuation of energy. The pressure of the wind increased in an instant. A disk quietly appeared on the head of the white-faced saint, and the faint white light fell down. The broken hammer in the man's hand felt that he had been provoked and left the man's palm and hit the disk.

Seeing that the development of the battle was about to be out of his control, Mu Feng simply thought that opponents of the same level could not escape his imprisonment at all. The scene just happened completely subverted Mu Feng's idea. The golden blade pierced the meat ball, and could only leave a very shallow red mark on its body. Then Mufeng instantly moved away from the place. The disk was knocked off and shattered. The white-faced saint took off from it, and the clothes were dilapidated.

"Ha, isn't it good, little guy, I almost fell into your hand!" The white-faced saint said indifferently, but he had already thought about how to deal with Mu Feng.

"Award!" Mu Feng whispered that the golden energy burst out of his body, and the dazzling golden light rendered Mu Feng into a golden man. Mu Feng flashed behind his opponent out of thin air, and his golden fist violently bombarded the white-faced saint.

"Bang..." When the white-faced saint, who lost his spiritual power and energy at the same time, realized the crisis, Mu Feng's golden fist had fallen on his body, and a solid force penetrated into his body. Even with such a thick fat layer, the white-faced saint really shot backwards backwards like a meatball.

And Mufeng's figure disappeared in place again, and the dark blue water pattern fluctuation swept towards Mufeng again. Just now, it fell into the air. Judging from the rich experience of the meatball man, the opponent wanted to seize this rare opportunity. Sure enough, Mufeng also thought so. Haohai Qinglan..." A wave of water ripples rippled away, and the body of Mu Feng stopped, and the opponent's attack also followed closely, as if any details were accurately designed. No special fluctuation trajectory was found in the water pattern fluctuation, and the teleportation will also lose its corresponding role.

"Bang..." As soon as he took advantage of a little, Mu Feng was immediately found by the other party, although there was only a trace of pain. The dark blue water lines began to condense around Mufeng, and finally imprisoned Mufeng completely in the middle. The white-faced saint waved a broken hammer and smashed it on Mufeng. This guy wants to play for real.

Then, a black virtual shadow emerged from behind the wind. The water-like confinement could not stop him from roaring in the sky, and if you observe carefully, you can find that this black virtual shadow is obviously much more condensed than the last one. Kaka..." The dark blue confinement was directly broken and dissipated in the air, and the wind that restored freedom immediately flashed away from the original place, and the attack of the white-faced Holy Lord also failed.

The original black pupils were shrouded in blood-colored light. Mu Feng coldly looked at the white-faced saint who had just attacked him. There was only the desire to destroy in his extinct and angry eyes. A simple and vicissitudes of stone blade was summoned out by Mu Feng. At this time, the white-faced saint also found the change here, especially after looking at the stone blade. , solemnly said to himself, "Holy weapon? No, it has lost its soul and become an artifact, but it seems that there is indeed an artifact in it. What's going on?

The black breath replaces the original golden light, and the stone blade is also surrounded by black air. The breath of the wind is constantly rising, and the strength of the seventh level peak. Go to hell..." Mu Feng made a cold sound, and his body disappeared in place. He flashed behind the white-faced saint out of thin air, and a huge black blade split towards the meatball man.

"Sneer..." The black Gangqi cut open the back of the white-faced Holy Lord and directly broke the super defense. Blood flowed out along the wound, while the remaining black gas was slowly eroding his flesh and blood, and the rest of the black blades were splitting to the ground, and a deep gully appeared on the cliff outside the main hall.

"Little guy, have you played a little?" The white-faced saint came with a gloomy voice, and his stomach had already been full of fire. Where can his old face be put in front of so many people! Then the black gas was dissipated with the wave of the meat hand.

"Hey..." Some evil voices came out again from the mouth of the wind. The blood-red eyes bloomed with strange eyes, and the body disappeared again, lingering around the thick black palms of the white-faced Holy Lord. Space teleportation is basically moving according to the meaning of Mufeng. The strength suppressed by the white-faced Holy Lord can't break the space at all, that is, it is impossible to block the pace of Mufeng.

"Bum!" The white-faced saint was blown away again, and a black palm print appeared behind him, and the meatball man took the opportunity to flash towards the other four people watching the play on the side. Has this boy always been so strong?" The white-faced saint asked the four people on the side.

"It's a little strange this time. Those eyes are obviously not the eyes he should have." West Asia, which had the most contact with Mu Feng, opened its mouth and replied.

Then a strong black gas was emitted by the sub-holy weapon stone blade again, and shot at the five people who still had time to chat over there. The white-faced saint shouted, and the broken-sky hammer greeted the black Gangqi. With a bang, the attack was successfully blocked, but the body still moved back involuntarily.

"Is that so...?" The white-faced saint took the initiative to attack this time, and his body lost its trace in an instant and appeared behind Mu Feng. However, Mu Feng's abilities in the current state have been greatly improved, and the attack of the white-faced saint has failed again. Mu Feng's body disappeared again, and the body of the white-faced saint was imprisoned again. This time, the black energy kept moving around his body, and the bright red openings were cut again. At the same time, the black hand had been grabbed by the white-faced saint inside.

"Presumptuous!" The white-faced saint was really angry this time and was played like this by the younger generation. No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't stand it. The strength of the holy step completely burst out, and the ocean-like energy broke out on the top of the mountain. The four people in West Asia a little farther felt a palpitated deterrent, and the nearby Mufeng was directly lifted.

With a fierce roar, Mu Feng roared and rushed to the White-faced Holy Lord again. Now there is only one sense of destruction in his mind, which is to completely destroy the enemy who are hostile to him. Come out!" Mu Feng, who had just disappeared, was caught out of thin air and fell from the space.

The simple and unpretentious flesh palm grabbed Mu Feng. The space was imprisoned and could not be avoided at all. The black fist was like a broken bamboo. Mu Feng was directly smashed away, and there was a violent surge in his body. If the meat ball man had not controlled his strength, Mu Feng's arms might have been broken.

Mu Feng, who was repelled, stopped in place, with his hair emanating, and the fluctuation of breath fluctuating from high to low. When the white-faced Holy Lord realized this situation, he was shocked. Was the other party gone crazy? Then the meat ball grabbed Mu Feng again. If this state could not be stopped, the little guy was likely to break all his meridians.

The power of the originally boiling soul in Mufeng's body flew again, and the black figure sitting above the gully revealed an evil smile: the holy strong man? Interesting...