Start Slime

Summoner's Rift, bottom.

A young monk folded his hands together and slowly walked out of the red camp.

He was clothed in awning shoes, his face was bright, and there seemed to be a faint flow of precious light, just like bright jewels and jade, which naturally glowed.

Zhuang Yan Baoxiang's face also has a kind and easy-going meaning, which makes people look at it for a while, and then gives birth to "admiration and closeness".

He walked slowly, nodded and smiled, as if he was a real monk. But when he reached the junction of the line of arms, he turned his hands into palms, and a "flaming knife" slashed a blue square reincarnation on the spot.

After killing the reincarnator, he held an orb and said "Amitofur".

Seeing this scene, Lanfang Wangfeng on the bottom road couldn't sit still. He jumped to the monk and said, "Onion, you were making waves in the middle road! Started countless disputes!"

"Wang, I want to meet you too!"

Hearing this, Red Square Onion still had a faint smile on his face, "Then let's see how much you weigh!~"

Wang Feng said that his left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, his right palm made a circle, and with a snort, he pushed forward.

"Humph! Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Kang Long has regrets."

As soon as the expert reaches out his hand, he will know if there is any.

Facing the palm of Wang Feng's strong painting style, Onion smiled, his hands were constantly changing, and he punched in a dazzling manner.

This seemingly unremarkable punch slowly rushed forward, with the energy that distorted the airflow along the way, and actually blocked Wang Feng's palm.

Where the fists and palms of the two met, a swollen gust of wind erupted, blowing away all the soldiers on the side.

"You really have two strokes, and it is worth my Wang's best efforts."

"The poor monk is not talented, and I am willing to teach you your great tricks."

"Eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, or leaping in the abyss."

Wang Feng didn't hold back any longer, took a breath, exhaled, his left palm stretched forward, and his right palm slid out from under the left palm, hitting the onion's lower abdomen.

Onion head urged the exercise, and the palm of his hand drew circles, and he actually used the moves that Wang Feng had used before. Kang Long regretted it.

This is actually a small Wuxianggong move, its power is powerful, and it has no form and no trace. As long as you have this skill, and then know other martial arts moves, relying on its incomparable power, you can imitate other people's unique skills and even be very similar to the original version, which is difficult for a layman to distinguish.

The palms of the two exchanged again, and then separated, each taking a step back.

"You can actually imitate my moves, then try this move again."

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Frost Bing."

Wang Feng immediately took a breath, raised his elbows slightly, punched his right fist with his left palm, and shoved straight and horizontally. In one move, the combination of hardness and softness, the positive and negative complement each other, is really wonderful.

Seeing such moves, Onion had no choice but to bend his arms forward, turning his hands into shields, to resist Wang Feng's continuous fists.

Under this set of attacks, even the arm that had been strengthened by the Yi Jin Jing method of Onion Head had its skin and flesh torn open and the blood flowed non-stop.

"Good work, Your Excellency!"

"The reincarnation of the red party, go together, the other party is very strong, don't leave your hand!"

This is a space battlefield, not a personal gambling fight. Seeing that Wang Feng could not be beaten, Onion immediately called friends and companions, planning to attack him in groups.

"Boss Wang Feng, let's help you."

Seeing this, the samsara of the blue party rushed forward to help.

A lesson from the road ahead, once the boss is killed, there will be no eggs under the nest.

"No, you stay in the outer tower to protect the sound."

Seeing that there were more than 20 red-square reincarnations appearing in front of him, Wang Feng was not afraid, raised his hand and threw a sci-fi-colored stereo to the back.

As soon as the sound was turned on, an impassioned music sounded instantly.

The entire bottom lane was covered by this mighty bgm, which made all the members of the blue camp feel excited when they heard it.

And after Wang Feng heard this bgm, it was even more terrifying, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and a vigor visible to the naked eye kept escaping from his body.

As the ups and downs of the music continued to sound, Wang Feng's momentum seemed to be rising steadily as if there were no limits.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms · Shocked Baili!"

Wang Feng's whole body was full of energy, and his robe was constantly bulging under the deep internal force, as if a hair dryer was blowing air in his robe. Then he held up his hands and pushed his palms forward while his robes flew.

Onion suddenly felt a gust of wind covering his upper body, and he knew something was wrong.

Before he could make any defenses, Wang Feng had already shocked Baili's face, and then flew ten meters away.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms Flying Dragon in the Sky."

Wang Feng jumped up in the air and attacked.

Onion just woke up and spat out a mouthful of blood, when he looked up, he saw Wang Feng, who had landed from the sky, under the palm of his hand.

The head of the onion head immediately shattered into an indescribable shape like an exploding watermelon.

"No, let's go together."

The reincarnations of the red camp immediately attacked together, and all kinds of skills came one after another, heading towards Wang Feng.

"Good come!"

"Eighteen palms for subduing the dragon, the dragon swings its tail."

Wang Feng heard the wind blowing behind him, and he felt a little bit on his clothes. In that instant, he slashed horizontally with his backhand, and a palm wind pushed forward.

With the concerted efforts of the heroes of the red square, they were blown away by this palm, even with their skills, and scattered all over the place in different postures.

"Good.... so strong..."

A samsara from the blue camp expressed everyone's heart.

The power of one person to defeat twenty reincarnations of the same level is so terrifying!

"Your Excellency Wang Feng, be careful!"

A sharp-eyed blue square reincarnation reminded.

It turned out that a samsara from the red square was standing on the ground while Wang Feng was tied, and launched a sneak attack brazenly.

"The younger generation can only do this wicked way."

Wang Feng's eyes gleamed, his spirit suddenly lifted, and his left palm shot out, which was the eleventh palm of the eighteen palms of Dragon Subduing [suddenly].

A palm hits the abdomen of the visitor, and a huge circular blood hole is directly punched. Through the blood hole, you can see the crowd of the red camp still lying on the ground.

Just when Wang Feng's fist got stuck in the body of a reincarnator.

Suddenly, with a sound of "咻", a figure that kept teleporting appeared on the battlefield. Within a few seconds, the figure flashed for more than 20 times and then disappeared.

"What was that just now, the enemy's powerhouse?"

A blue-square reincarnation who had strengthened his eyesight saw the silhouettes that kept flashing, but every time he looked at it, the reflected sword light swayed his eyes. To be cautious, he didn't look too carefully.

Immediately, Wang Feng raised his hand to stop his guess.

"No need to explore! It's a friendly army."

As soon as Wang Feng's voice fell, all the reincarnations from the red camp who had been knocked to the ground by Wang Feng fell to the ground, and their heads were different.

"Gudong."

I don't know who took the lead and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then everyone followed suit.

Fortunately, it is a friendly strong...

Although the appearance cannot be captured by the naked eye, since he killed the opposite ~www.wuxiamtl.com~, it must be his own.

Fortunately, it is my own, otherwise I would not know how to die when I encounter such an opponent.

absolute!

Never go out of the tower.

People are in the tower, and the tower is in people.

"I didn't catch his figure just now."

Wang Feng has always been arrogant, but when he recalled the uncapable speed just now, he still felt ashamed. At least in terms of speed, he considered himself not an opponent.

Hearing Wang Feng's frank admission, everyone in Lan Fang gave Wang Feng a higher look. Facing the stronger, he could still remain true to himself, and his growth potential was huge.

Moreover, the stunning 18 Dragon Subduing Palms was still lingering in everyone's mind, and was listed as one of the most powerful men in the outer city by everyone.

. . . . . . .