Chapter 42 Aren’t your fists big?

Seeing Zhong Qing agree, Wu Yun at the head also smiled coldly.

Although in his eyes, the master and disciple were already dead.

But he was really afraid that Zhong Qing would not agree.

Because his idea was to let Lin Feng die in Murong Xue's hands and get rid of this knot by himself.

In this way, Murong Xue's future will be smooth and free of demons.

"Disciple, accept the challenge."

Wu Yun shouted slowly.

As his voice fell, Murong Xue, who was dressed in black today, stepped into the air and landed steadily on the life and death stage.

As for Lin Feng, her childhood sweetheart, she did not look at him more, only a strong coldness.

"Look, Senior Sister Murong is out."

At this time, countless disciples gathered under the life and death stage. Seeing Murong Xue appear, countless people cheered.

In their eyes, Murong Xue was their only object of worship.

"Senior Murong, kill him with one sword."

"Yes, Senior Murong, kill him with one sword, let him still covet Senior Murong, and dare to marry Senior Murong."

"That's right, don't you take a piss and look in the mirror to see what you look like."

Countless voices of support came out.

But in Murong Xue's ears, it was extremely harsh.

Comparing him with Lin Feng was an insult, an insult to her current status.

She just wanted to make the name of Lin Feng disappear from this world as soon as possible, and no one would know that she, Murong Xue, had ever married such a man.

And under the attention of the audience, Lin Feng, unarmed, slowly walked onto the stage of life and death.

"Remember, only one of the two can survive, no matter what happens, no one is allowed to interfere." Wu Yun glanced at Zhong Qing and said leisurely.

"No problem."

Zhong Qing nodded again.

"Okay, I declare that the battle begins."

With Wu Yun's loud shout, the duel between the two officially began.

Wu Yun didn't have much intention to watch a battle without any suspense. The final result was nothing more than his disciple getting rid of the thorn in his heart.

After saying that, he sat down at the top.

However, as soon as he sat down, his eyes widened and he stood up suddenly.

He stared at the life and death stage.

As soon as he announced the start, Murong Xue launched an attack.

Because she didn't want to entangle with Lin Feng for even a moment, she just wanted to get rid of Lin Feng as soon as possible and leave.

But what no one expected was that in the face of Murong Xue's attack, Lin Feng easily took it, and then launched a counterattack against Murong Xue with a swift momentum, hitting Murong Xue in danger.

"How, how is it possible?"

Wu Yun stared with his eyes full of disbelief.

Murong Xue was cultivated by them, and they knew very well that she was very talented. It was easy for her to fight against others of higher levels, but she was defeated by Lin Feng.

Wasn't it rumored that this Lin Feng was a waste who couldn't practice before?

Even if the problem was solved and he could practice, it would be impossible to improve so quickly.

But the most unbelievable thing was Murong Xue herself.

Facing Lin Feng's violent attack, she widened her eyes.

"No, it's impossible, why is it like this?"

She looked at Lin Feng in front of her, her face was extremely ugly. In her cognition, Lin Feng was definitely not like this.

He should be a waste.

It's impossible and shouldn't have such strength.

"Go to hell!"

"Bi Luo Sword Technique!"

Lin Feng's sudden burst of strength made Murong Xue panic.

She would not allow her, a saint, to be beaten back by a waste.

She shouted hysterically, and she used the set of king-level sword techniques she had just learned.

This set of king-level formations was the treasure of Tianyun Sect.

Among the younger generation of disciples, only she was qualified to practice, and only she succeeded in practicing.

As this sword technique came out, the sky and the earth changed color.

Countless dazzling sword lights enveloped the air and forced towards Zhong Qing.

"Did you use the Biluo Sword Technique directly?"

At the top, Wu Yun was relieved when he saw this scene.

That's good.

The battle should be resolved as soon as possible to avoid any accidents.

Under the Biluo Sword Technique, Lin Feng will have no chance to fight back.

Because once this sword technique is used, Murong Xue will be able to fight even against the Xingxuan Realm.

Not to mention Lin Feng.

But the next moment, he found that he was too excited too early.

He shivered all over.

Facing Murong Xue's Biluo Sword Technique, Lin Feng just raised his fist casually.

"Tiangang Fist."

As the voice fell, a huge golden shadow condensed behind Lin Feng, and the shadow blasted out in the shape of a fist, and the sword light in the sky was instantly broken.

And Murong Xue was also under this punch, and the whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"What, it's also a king-level Xuan skill!"

"Why does this kid also have a king-level Xuan skill?"

Wu Yun and others at the top were full of disbelief.

You know, it took their Tianyun Sect so many years to develop a set of king-level swordsmanship, and with Murong Xue's super talent, they were able to practice successfully.

And Lin Feng.

How could a child from a small family in Fengtian City be able to perform a king-level profound skill?

And countless disciples watching the battle were also panicked by the changes on the stage, their faces full of disbelief.

They actually saw their idolized Senior Sister Murong being beaten up.

In the audience, only Zhong Qing still stood with his hands behind his back, as calm and calm as ever.

But at this time, Lin Feng, who had beaten Murong Xue away, showed no mercy.

Scenes of the humiliation I had suffered flooded my mind.

Grandpa was furious.

The Lin family was in ruins.

All the grievances he had suffered exploded in his heart at this moment, condensed into a final punch, and struck towards Murong Xue.

Looking at this punch, Murong Xue's eyes were in a trance.

The whole person was full of panic.

His expression became even more crazy.

"why why."

"Why does this waste have such strength?"

"Why does he also know king-level mysterious skills!!"

But no matter how many doubts she had in her mind, she couldn't allow her to think so much. She only knew that the punch was getting closer and closer, and the threat of death was getting stronger and stronger.

She had to admit that she was defeated by Lin Feng, a loser.

And he might even die in his hands.

For a moment, all the pride that the Saint had brought to her was shattered at this moment. She only thought about how to survive. She shouted hysterically, "Master, save me!"

Naturally, Wu Yun also saw this scene.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

This little bastard actually wanted to kill his disciple in front of him.

"You little bastard, stop it!"

With a loud shout, Wu Yun jumped into the air and slapped Lin Feng directly with his palm.

When Zhong Qing in the audience saw this, his face darkened, he teleported to Lin Feng's side, and directly blocked the blow.

Wu Yun also took advantage of this gap to pick up Murong Xue and returned to the high platform to check Murong Xue's injuries. After seeing that Murong Xue was fine at this time, his fire-breathing eyes became normal. Some.

"What a shameless Tianyun Sect."

Protecting Lin Feng in his arms, Zhong Qing looked at Wu Yun who was standing above him with a gloomy face, and said solemnly: "Before the battle begins, it was you who said that once you get on the ring, life or death will be decided. No matter what happens, no one else is allowed to interfere. , as the leader of a sect, are you talking nonsense?"

"Hmph, so what?"

Faced with Zhong Qing's questioning, Wu Yun's face was neither red nor dry, and he said coldly: "The rule has always been that whose fist has the final say."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"It's a good rule that whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."

Wu Yun's words made Zhong Qing laugh angrily, "Then I would like to see how big your Tianyun Sect's fist is."

"Boy, your tone is quite serious." Wu Yun stared at Zhong Qing with murderous intent and said coldly: "You dare to run wild in my Tianyun Sect and kill my Tianyun Sect's deacons in public. Do you think you can run away? Lose?"

"The third elder, the fourth elder, the fifth elder."

"exist."

"Kill them, master and apprentice, for me."

"yes."

As soon as Wu Yun's voice fell, three old men flew out from behind Wu Yun and approached Zhong Qing.

The three people also exuded powerful cultivation fluctuations.

Three Sun Xuan realms!

"Boy, if you dare to cause trouble in our Tianyun Sect, please repent."

The third elder shouted coldly, and a monstrous palm print directly covered Zhong Qing.

The fourth elder and fifth elder were also not to be outdone, and overwhelming attacks were directed at Zhong Qing from the other two directions.

The three people's joint attack directly blocked Zhong Qing's retreat.

However, facing the siege from the three major Sun Xuan realms, Zhong Qing was not afraid at all, but instead had a sneer on his face.

His right hand gently stretched out towards the void.

Then he smashed through the attack of the third elder and held him directly in his hand.

"Is this what you call a big fist?"

"Just ants."

Zhong Qing had a cold smile on his face, and with a gentle squeeze of Void's palm, the third elder exploded in mid-air.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, both Wu Yun and the fourth and fifth elders stared in shock.

The third elder, who was as powerful as the Sun Xuan Realm, was actually killed instantly by Zhong Qing! !

"Go back quickly, you are no match for him."

Wu Yun shouted.

Hearing the sound, the fourth elder and the fifth elder ignored the backlash of forcibly withdrawing their attack and ran away with their feet in the void.

"Aren't your fists big?"

"What are you running for?"

"Come back here."

Zhong Qing's palm moved, and the palm turned into void and shrouded directly towards the fourth elder.