Mid-9 level!

Even Qin Zhen felt tricky.

He killed four ninth-level potentials with a burst of full force, three early and one mid-stage.

But Lu Feng has not been a Skywalker for a long time, and his control of power has not yet reached the point of perfection.

He's from the past, and he's had the same time.

Losing the grade, without a reference standard, unable to accurately find the limit, will form a blank spot.

However, how to fill this gap is not a small problem.

It may not be a good thing for Lu Feng to meet a mid-level ninth-level powerhouse at this time.

When the people who wanted to wait came, they successfully hunted it, and they were sure that the predator was already afraid.

It can be said that Qin Zhen achieved the purpose of the plan.

It was an accident to collide with Lu Feng, and it was even more an accident to find out that Lu Feng was a Skywalker.

Because of killing those four strong men, he was dragged back.

Lu Feng was fighting with a mid-level ninth-level powerhouse at the moment, and in Qin Zhen's opinion, there was little hope of winning.

In this kind of duel, victory can live, defeat will die.

When Qin Zhen arrived at the base, the confrontation was still going on, and his worries were reduced by half.

Lu Feng is still alive and fighting.

Judging from the degree of destruction at the scene, the duel between the two was very violent.

Lu Feng was alive and still fighting, which made Qin Zhen a little interested.

Before leaving, the man said that Lu Feng was a beat slower than him, but he would go farther than him.

He also wanted to see if Lu Feng had just become a Skywalker and how strong his combat power could burst out, and if he had a chance to win against a mid-level ninth-level powerhouse.

"Who?"

Suddenly discovering that someone was coming, Clyde tightened his whole body, and his sharp gaze swept towards Qin Zhen.

This person, he didn't know.

Another damned Oriental.

There are so many forces here tonight, and the damned ones are almost dead, and the ones who fled have fled.

Now another Oriental has emerged, what do you want to do?

Qin Zhen's attention was on Lu Feng and the others, ignoring Clyde.

"Who are you?" Clyde asked again.

However, Qin Zhen still didn't care, a mid-level eighth, so he couldn't raise any interest.

"Fack! Then die. ”

Clyde launched in an instant, swung a heavy punch, and was in front of Qin Zhen in the blink of an eye.

Touch!

Blocking Clyde's fist with one hand, Qin Zhen raised his palm and slapped it in his face with a snap.

Click!

I saw Clyde's neck rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, and his eyes were like bull's eyes, and he fell straight down.

He's dead!

was slapped to death.

When his neck was broken, Clyde probably didn't expect to be killed like this.

"Garbage."

Qin Zhen glanced at Clyde's fallen corpse and said disdainfully.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Continuous muffled sounds, wanton impact of power, wave after wave of shocks.

"Damn!"

Alton roared.

The more I fought, the greater the shock in my heart.

He had already shown his strongest combat strength, and this damn Huaxia showed no signs of defeat.

No way!

Alton even began to worry that if he continued to fight like this, it would not be this Chinese man who would lose, but himself.

Even if he is a ninth-level potential, he doesn't know as much about the legendary Skywalker as he imagined.

Explosiveness, terrifying explosiveness.

However, having come this far, we are only one step away from success.

It's one thing for Lao Xi to leave something here, it's another thing to grab the Dark Demon Source.

Giving up, not his character.

"Skywalker, you still have to die."

The momentum is victorious, and the power is rolling in.

Alton was close to teleporting, too fast to catch.

"Go to hell, Huaxia."

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, as graceful as thunder.

The impact of the force that set off shook the surroundings, shattering the collapsed rubble.

What a strong force!

Is this the true power of a ninth-level potentialist?

Click!

Lu Feng didn't move, resisted, but he could clearly hear the sound of his chest breaking.

"You're defeated."

One more punch and an attempt to hit it again.

Fail?

Lu Feng roared wildly, formed a palm with one hand, met Alton's fist, circled around the momentum, and turned back with the force.

"You have punches, and I have them."

Rumble!

Punch Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will punch back.

In this kind of duel, life and death depend on their abilities.

The punch landed on Alton, and his back was raised high.

As soon as his chest was stuffy, the blood was about to spit out, and he tried to press it back.

Damn the Huaxia people, how could it be, how could he have such a powerful attack power.

"You're going to kill me."

Bang!

Another punch and hit the same position.

The hand was entangled, and the punch just now made Alton not slow down, and he greeted with another punch.

The suppressed blood spurted out with a pop, and the bulge in the back increased by a few points.

"Not only do you want to kill me, but you also want to plunder my source of darkness."

Third punch!

Boom.

Still in that position, Alton's sternum had sunken down, and the high bulging air bag on his back instantly burst through, exploding a bloody hole.

"You're a ninth-level potential, a top-notch existence, and I'm the object of your abuse, right?"

Bang!

Fourth punch!

This time Alton flew out, and because one hand was clasped and the impact was strong, the arm was forcibly separated from the body.

Slammed into the ruins, blood splattered from his arms.

Alton yelled, "Falk squid! ”

How could it be, how could it be.

He is in the middle of the ninth level and has few opponents.

What about Skywalker, he is not a real god, and he has the possibility of being killed, but now he has been hit by this Huaxia Four Punches.

"You say I'm invincible, I'm sorry, I'm invincible."

Approaching in an instant, Lu Feng locked Alton's rumble, his fist high, and the rising flames lingered on the fist, billowing and burning.

"No...... Stop it! ”

Bang!

Fifth punch!

Unreservedly hit Alton's body on the verge of collapse, but this time, the burning flames burned rapidly.

After five punches, I watched Alton struggle to death.

Lu Feng staggered back two steps, overloading the limit, and he was not happy.

A ninth-level potential person is not a piece of cake, the impact of each attack is so fierce, and the bones, muscles, and internal organs have all been traumatized to varying degrees.

However, he won, a narrow victory.

"Thank you, Whetstone."

Looking at Alton, who was no longer struggling, Lu Feng sat on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling his temples beating wildly.

Mid-ninth level, dead!

Qin Zhen was shocked.

"If you don't come early or late, it's all over, you're here, Lao Qin, are you too much."

Lu Feng leaned on the ground, one hand propped up on the ground.

Once the tense nerves are relaxed, the taste is not pleasant.

"You actually won."

Qin Zhen approached and looked at Lu Feng strangely.

"Why can't I win?" Lu Feng raised his middle finger.

Qin Zhen glanced at Alton's corpse and said, "One of the BND trump cards, mid-ninth level. ”

Mid-9 level!

Lu Feng was stunned and stunned,, no kidding?