Because it is no longer possible for them to control the level of the master, they cannot make the decision, so they sent someone to ask for instructions and quickly received a positive reply.

"This - it seems not very good, right?" Huang Daogong Huang said hesitantly.

"Old Huang, you, a teacher, will never be able to change your old habits in your life."

"Haha. Why do we care about so much about their personal grudges? Besides, I want to see how much this young man is?"

The energetic old man smiled and stared at Lin Feng, a cloud of lust burst out from his turbid eyes.

"Master Mo, just take action and kill this kid! I will bear all the consequences." Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Brother Lin, don't be scruples." Wei San and Zhang Taishan also said.

Soon, people made a vacant lot on their own, their eyes were full of excitement and expectation.

Not always can you see the showdown between the masters?

"The power of the Grandmaster is inviolable!"

"Hehe, boy, I will let you know the real terrible thing about a generation of masters!"

Mo Liuzhi sneered coldly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his eyes beating violently, like a fierce ghost.

Lin Feng shrugged, his expression still calm. He glanced at Mo Liu Finger and said lightly:

"Stop talking nonsense. Get over and punch you!"

"Boy, seeking death!"

Mo Liuzhi's eyes were about to split, and his chest was about to explode. The ghost fire in his eyes was pounding violently. He stepped out in one step. There was a gust of cold wind wherever he passed, as if a fierce ghost was roaring, and his momentum also soared to the extreme.

The temperature around it dropped sharply, as if from the hot summer to the cold winter, people felt a bit cold and biting chill, the pressure was terrifying, and it was difficult to breathe, and they were about to suffocate.

"Corpse King's Fist!"

Mo Liuzhi's body shook, and his entire aura changed from cold to evil.

He punched it, and millions of zombies roared in unison, and the fists seemed to be filled with black aura, cold and evil, and the air was about to condense into ice.

"Okay, what a terrible punch!"

A chill in people's hearts arose, and they couldn't help but scream, as if they had an illusion that they saw a black corpse king rushing over with a knife to destroy everything.

"This is the Corpse King's Fist?"

Someone recognized the origin of this boxing technique and exclaimed in a trembling voice.

"Has the fallen branch of the Xiangxi corpse-driving clan has been extinct for hundreds of years? The Corpse King Fist has disappeared, but how could it be..."

An old man screamed in shock, his eyes showing a look of shock and fear.

"Turn the corpse?"

An old man looked solemn and thought of some legends of corpse driving recorded in ancient texts.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, Chi You led his troops to fight against the emperor's tribe, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river.

After the war, in order not to let the soldiers who died in battle become ghosts in foreign lands, Chiyou asked the military advisor to cast spells. The military advisor stood in the middle of the corpse, silently chanted spells, and prayed to the gods. After the practice, all the corpses that were originally lying on the ground stood up and followed Chiyou's high talisman and walked southward in a regular manner.

This is the legend of driving corpses.

The ancient Xiangxi terrain is dangerous, with winding and rugged mountain roads, heavy miasma in the mountains, and countless poisonous snakes and beasts. However, the traditional concept of falling leaves returning to their roots is that people will return to their hometown after death. However, the terrain in western Hunan is too steep, and it is difficult to transport corpses even if they have money to transport corpses and return home, so driving corpses prevailed in western Hunan.

The person in charge of driving the corpse is called the driving corpse.

The corpse-driver uses spells and talismans to allow the body of the deceased to stand up and walk on its own, and easily passes the rugged mountain roads to return to his hometown.

For hundreds of years, the corpse-driven tribe in Xiangxi has been in peace until a martial arts genius emerged.

This martial arts genius created a boxing technique from the corpse driving and what he learned - the Corpse King Fist. He extracted the corpse energy and tempered the boxing technique. Unexpectedly, the power was terrifying. After the boxing technique was completed, he challenged everywhere, and no one could defeat the Xiangxi area.

The most terrifying thing is that the person who died under his fist was frustrated, and his death was terrifying and outrageous.

In addition, the Corpse King's Fist must be accompanied by dead people all year round and practice qi with corpse energy. It is too sinister and weird and harmful to the harmony of the sky. It is regarded as an evil demon and heretic, and is unable to tolerate ordinary people. It is finally destroyed and disappeared from then on.

But by chance, Mo Liuzhi killed a group of tomb robbers and obtained the lifelong inheritance of this martial arts genius.

"It's really the Corpse King's Fist?"

Zhang Taishan, Wei San and others looked extremely solemn and were very afraid.

Immediately, he shouted to Lin Feng: "Brother Lin, this is the most sinister and terrifying corpse king fist in the world, you must deal with it carefully!"

"The person who practices the zombie king's fist is covered with copper and iron bones, like a zombie, undefeated and invincible, and is known as invincible!" Wei San said in a deep voice.

"Hehe. As soon as the Corpse King's Fist was released, all directions surrendered!" Zhao Wuji sneered.

...

"Corpse King's Fist?"

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, then the corner of his mouth raised slightly, bringing a faint curve.

"Hehe. Boy, it's your honor to die under my corpse king's fist!"

"It's over, go die!"

Mo Liuzhi sneered and shot the corpse king's fist with all his strength and smashed it at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked calm, glanced at Mo Liu's fingers, and uttered four words lightly.

"Native chickens and tiles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly, clenched his fist with his fair and slender hand, and then punched him out.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng and Mo Liuzhi collided.

Bang!

Click!

A dull sound, a crisp sound, and a figure was as if struck by lightning. The whole person was like a kite with a broken string. It was knocked away seven or eight meters. His arm was broken and he fell heavily to the ground, his tendons and bones broke, and he vomited blood.

"Oh my God, how is this possible?"

"That's the Corpse King's Fist, it was actually broken by someone?"

"I'll go, is this a fake corpse king fist?"

...

Zhao Wuji, Zhao Tianyang and the young man named Mu were shocked and couldn't help but exclaim.

Wei San, Zhang Taishan and others were stunned at first, then they showed a look of joy on their faces and shouted excitedly.

"Brother Lin is mighty!"

"Haha. Young Master Lin is possessed of dragon-slaying skills."

...

"Okay, what a strong and domineering power!"

Mo Liuzhi felt a terror, and at this moment, a hint of fear and unwillingness to accept it, and roared in his heart, no, this is impossible, how could my corpse king fist be defeated by the opponent?

"Boy, although you are very powerful, I am covered in copper and iron bones. If you want to kill me, you will be in the next life." Mo Liuzhi glared at Lin Feng, his eyes breaking.

Lin Feng glanced at it, as if he was looking at an ant, then shook his head slightly and spit out two words lightly.

"Is that true?"

As he said that, he snapped his fingers, turned around and left without taking another look.

Suddenly, Mo Liuzhi's face changed drastically, and he felt a mysterious force in his body. He felt a strong uneasy in his heart. He seemed to feel the arrival of death. His pupils suddenly shrank and he screamed.

"No, no..."

Then, Mo Liuzhi's whole body began to explode, as if a firecracker was hung, and it kept crackling, bursting with blood mist, and finally fell to the ground and died on the spot.

"I have just entered the realm of a master for a few days, and have not yet been a beauty, and have become famous all over the world and enjoy life. I just died like that. No, I am unwilling to give up, I am not willing to give up."

Before his death, Mo Liuzhi howled unwillingly.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent and silent as if it were a graveyard.

Everyone was stunned and stood there.

"Oh my God. A legendary master is dead like that?"

“And…”

"Kill in one punch!"

People's hearts were trembling, and a great horror arose, and a cool air rushed straight to their foreheads along the soles of their feet, causing their scalp to explode.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with a sense of awe and fear.

Respect as a god!

I don’t know how long it took, but people recovered and heard the sound of swallowing saliva and sucking in the air.

For a moment, the place was boiling and the frying was completely frying.

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