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Li Qingfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the confidence on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a touch of panic.

He knew in his heart that he had just used 100% of his strength, and even used the strength to breastfeed, but the other party still had reservations, it seems that tonight is more auspicious!

"Bastard...... What kind of evil kung fu are you? ”

Li Qingfeng took a breath and scolded.

"My master's name, maybe you have heard of it before......" Han Junxi's face became more and more gloomy, and a touch of coldness appeared in his eyes:

"Tsue Province ......"

"Old dragon head!"

The old dragon head of Jinjiang Road!

Everyone was shocked.

Especially Li Qingfeng, his whole body trembled suddenly, and his throat became extremely dry.

He looked up, his eyes wide, and he stared at the scarred man in front of him.

This bastard turned out to be a disciple of the old dragon's head.

Although in the eyes of most Chinese people, the country of sticks is nothing more than a small place, as long as the name of the old dragon head is mentioned, most Chinese warriors are like thunder.

This is known as the old dragon head of the stick country master, originally just a third-rate master, more than ten years ago came to the capital of China, encountered a big opportunity, since then the strength has grown by leaps and bounds, often on behalf of the stick country to participate in various activities in China, the reputation is very great.

As for the big chance building more than ten years ago, most people don't know the inside story at all, but Luo Tian is very clear that the so-called big opportunity is just to destroy the Luo family as a dog leg for the Murong family, and then share the spoils to get many unique martial arts books treasured by the Luo family.

Therefore, this famous old dragon leader is just a thief in Luo Tian's eyes.

How did he take it away from the Luo family more than ten years ago, sooner or later, Luo Tian would let him vomit it out.

On the top of this mountain, which is called Shinsendai, the atmosphere becomes more and more tense for a while.

Huang Shulang couldn't help but clench his fists and looked at Li Qingfeng with a solemn expression.

If you compare it with a simple reputation, the name of the old dragon leader is undoubtedly much greater than Li Qingfeng.

But what came today was only the apprentice of the old dragon head......

Li Qingfeng keeps claiming that he is the number one master in Jiangnan Province, and he can't even beat other people's apprentices, right?

"Old man, I'll give you a chance to live now,"

Han Junxi sneered, pointed between his legs, and said in a strange manner: "As long as you obediently drill under my crotch, I will spare your life, how about it?" ”

Li Qingfeng was furious, he was the descendant of Bajiquan in Jiangnan Province, and he claimed to be the number one master in Jiangnan Province, with countless disciples, and he would always be a martial arts predecessor in the eyes of others, with his arrogant personality, when had he ever suffered such a great shame!

"Stinky stick, what kind of thing are you, just a small place, and you dare to speak wildly, do you really think that I am not your opponent?"

Li Qingfeng stepped off his horse, put on an ancient boxing fight, his face sank, and he shouted:

"Next, I'll show you what it means that the golden gun never falls! ……”

However, before Li Qingfeng finished speaking, Han Junxi suddenly moved!

His speed was extremely fast, like a void light, and he rushed straight towards Li Qingfeng!

This speed, this explosive power...... It turned out to be a ninth-level master!

Li Qingfeng suddenly panicked!

Oh no, it turns out that this bastard deliberately hid his strength from the beginning!

If it was an eighth-level master, even if it was the peak of the eighth-level, he would have the confidence to fight to the death, but the other party turned out to be a ninth-level master, and the huge strength gap between him completely crushed all his hopes!

Li Qingfeng wants to run!

But it was too late.

Han Junxi smiled fiercely, like a lion pounced on a rabbit, and the sickle stabbed Li Qingfeng in the back of the heart with the sound of whistling wind!

In a panic, Li Qingfeng actually forgot all the moves that could be used to dodge, hurriedly turned around, and raised his arms in a daze, and crossed in front of him.

Poof!

The black scythe stabbed through.

The scythe brutally pierced Li Qingfeng's arms in front of his chest!

Pierced into Li Qingfeng's chest!

Blood gushed out.

One move.

It's just a trick.

Known as the No. 1 master in Jiangnan Province, Li Qingfeng, who has practiced martial arts for 40 years and has never been defeated in hundreds of games, was defeated.

Like a dog.

Embarrassed, miserable, humiliating.

Luo Tian's eyes shrank slightly, and his face was slightly condensed.

Obviously, Li Qingfeng was even more wasteful than he imagined.

But it all makes sense.

No matter how arrogant and confident Li Qingfeng was before, he was like those sharp soldiers on the training ground, with excitement and curiosity, he came to the battlefield for the first time, and after seeing those ruins and broken limbs, he was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Li Qingfeng is like this.

Winning a hundred consecutive battles is not as useful as a real life-and-death fight.

"I—I'll fight with you!"

Li Qingfeng was dying and struggling, wanting to raise his knee to hit Han Junxi's chest, but before he could make a move, Han Junxi suddenly sneered and grabbed his throat fiercely.

"Hmm......"

Li Qingfeng was locked in his throat, his face was so red that he couldn't breathe at all.

Han Junxi licked his chapped lips, the countless scars on his face were distorted due to overexcitement, and his whole face became even uglier, revealing a sinister aura.

His arm jerked upward, directly lifting Li Qingfeng up out of thin air.

Li Qingfeng was so frightened that he panicked, and his legs kept fluttering in the air, trying to break free.

Everyone in the audience gasped at the same time.

Huang Shulang's face was even more earthy, and he swallowed his saliva very angrily, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Finished.

Even Pavilion Master Li lost.

I'm dying!

And Li Qingfeng was extremely embarrassed at this time, knowing this moment, he clearly felt the huge difference in the strength of the two people!

Killing him is as easy as killing a bedbug!

It's broken, it's bad, I'm dignified Li Qingfeng, proud of Jiangnan Province for a lifetime, and I can't even guarantee the late festival......

"Hehe, what is the number one master in Jiangnan Province, but he is just a fame and reputation fisherman! You Huaxia, is that all this kind of waste? “

Han Junxi raised his chin, his face covered with scars was full of gloomy and cold aura, the long nails of his right hand had pierced Li Qingfeng's neck, and streams of blood slowly flowed down his nails.

"I—I throw in the towel...... Let me go......" Li Qingfeng finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

He only now understands that Han Junxi has been dragging on him for so long before, but he is just playing with a mouse, because from the beginning, the other party did not regard him as a real opponent at all.

For Li Qingfeng, who has always been arrogant and confident, it is equivalent to a stab in his chest.

As an eighth-level master, Li Qingfeng was defeated so simply.

"Let you go? You are naïve, old man! Do you think this is a contest? ”

Han Junxi smiled extraordinarily gloomily:

"It's a life-and-death fight!"

"Win or lose, life and death!"

End of chapter

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