203: C203 Whoever Insults Our Divine State Shall Die!

C203 Whoever Insults Our Divine State Shall Die!

"I'm the one who's going to beat you to death."

Pei Feng smiled faintly.

"Twenty punches to me?"

Singer laughed sinisterly: "I'd like to see how you get that 20 …"

Before he could finish his words, the wind blew, and Pei Feng made his move.

He didn't even bother to talk with Singer and directly attacked.

Beat Singer to death, then beat Kun Du to death. That was the reason why he came here tonight.

Moratops Sect's cultivation technique was called Shiva Divine Fist, a powerful suppressing cultivation technique that opened up to a great extent. It was fierce, and completely caught off guard. Because of the medicinal refining method, all the disciples of Moratops Sect practiced Shiva Divine Fist, because in battle … They did not need to defend, and only by abandoning their defense and concentrating on their attacks could they bring out the full power of Shiva's Divine Fist to its peak.

There was no Hee Huaxian, only the most direct step, the charge, from the top to the next chopping punch.

This move was too simple. It was so simple that ordinary people who didn't know martial arts could imitate it.

But with such a simple move, when Pei Feng used it … It was unbelievable!

He had only taken a single step forward, yet he had brazenly crossed a distance of 10 meters. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Singer!

At the same time, a fist came down. The power behind it was so strong that ripples appeared in the air, as if they were ripples in water!

In the eyes of the qipao woman, Kun Du, and the others, this blow was just a shock, but in the eyes of Singer … It was simply despair!

Pei Feng's punch seemed to be far less powerful than his Iron Buddha's strike, but before the punch even reached him, he could already feel how powerful it was.

The air around him became viscous and vibrated, giving him an inexplicable feeling of sinking into water, a feeling that he was unable to extricate himself!

At this moment, he finally understood.

The young man in white sports clothes in front of him … He was definitely a peak expert of the Divine State Country, his strength was unfathomable!

Not to mention that Shiva's Divine Fist was not good at defense or dodging, even if he was good at it, with the fist in front of him, he had no way of dodging. He could only lift the iron Buddha's head and block with all his strength!

"Boom!"

The hard concrete surface of the road was blasted apart. Smoke and dust flew in all directions, and rubble flew everywhere.

With a high-pitched scream, Singer flew back more than 10 meters, but he still couldn't stop his fall. He crashed onto the ground with the iron Buddha head in his arms, skidded on the ground for another 7 to 8 meters, then finally stopped.

Surprisingly, there was a clear imprint of a fist that was a few inches deep!

Singer struggled to stand up with a ferocious expression.

His hands... The palm was torn and full of blood. He could not gather his strength and could not even lift the iron Buddha head!

What kind of terrifying power was this!

His alchemy body couldn't even cut through the steel blade, but just now, the opponent's shocking fist power had forcefully split his hands! If this punch were to land on his body … His body would probably be destroyed by the attack, how could he still live?!

At the thought of this, Singer's face turned pale white. He threw out a kick towards Pei Feng with his Iron Buddha head, turned around and ran.

Such a terrifying opponent completely exceeded his imagination. His mind trembled, and he no longer dared to fight. He even forgot about the secret technique to break meridians, and only had two words in his mind – run for his life!

The iron Buddha head came whistling over with a sharp wind. Pei Feng raised his arm and casually hit it with his palm. The nearly 3-ton iron Buddha head flew out like a light basket, smashing into the woods on the side of the road.

"Flee?"0

Pei Feng's cold voice resounded in the night sky, sounding like the devil's cry for death: "The heaven and earth are glorious, where can you run to? If you can withstand my 20 punches, if you can escape, I'll let you escape. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew up gracefully and threw a punch into the air.

"The second punch."

From 30 meters away, Singer, who was running at a distance of 30 meters away, suddenly let out a stuffy groan. Blood spurted out crazily from his mouth and he flew out like a kite with its string cut, as if he was hit by an invisible force.

At the back, Wei Zixuan and the qipao lady, who had already woken up, were dumbfounded.

Legend has it that the Hundred Steps to Heaven Fist, which could injure the enemy beyond a hundred meters, was also this powerful?

Kun Du's face turned pale.

He stared at Pei Feng, who had amazing skills and a god-like appearance, and his hands could not help but tremble.

Countless dark red blood veins slowly spread out from his body – escape was impossible. Just by looking at his ten meter footwork technique, he knew it was going to happen.

If he wanted to live, he could only do so with his life on the line! He would do his best!

In front of him, Singer was still struggling to stand up. However, at this moment, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes were unfocused, and he was swaying. He looked exactly the same as Wei Zixuan, who was previously smashed senseless.

Pei Feng walked over slowly and made another chopping fist with his hand.

This punch directly cracked Singer's spine and caused blood to spurt out from his seven orifices. His entire body seemed to be one foot shorter, sinking deep into the cracked concrete ground.

"Bang!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! "Bang …"

Punch after punch, Pei Feng's fists landed on Singer's body one after another.

Under the silent night sky, the sound of bones breaking was clear and melodious. It sent shivers down one's spine.

After 20 punches, Singer had already lost all signs of life, and he no longer looked like a human.

Pei Feng turned around slowly and pointed at Kun Du: "It's your turn."

At this moment, Kun Du's pitch-black skin was covered in intersecting blood lines. He looked like an evil ghost that had come from hell, looking terrifying.

He stared at Pei Feng who slowly walked over and shouted word by word, "Who the hell are you? What enmity do we have with you? Why must you kill us all?! "

"Seven years ago, your previous Patriarch of Moratops Sect was defeated by a Divine State Country Grandmaster named Hong Beiming. Thus, it was not wrong to form enmity, but the mistake was … Your Moratops Sect disciples do not seek revenge on Hong Beiming, but instead place this hatred on the heads of all the Martial Master of Divine State Country s. "

"Six months ago, you participated in an underground tournament on the high seas." Eight of the Martial Master of Divine State Country s were killed by you, and the last person with Peak of Internal Force was even beaten to death by you a hundred times. His muscles and bones were completely shattered, and his entire body was in a miserable state. "

"Forget about that. After all, the underground arena competition is a cruel place. Life and death are decided by fate. If they were beaten to death by you, it would be because their skills are weaker than others."

Pei Feng took a step forward, his cold voice carried a hint of killing intent, "But you said 'Divine State People, no, we are all sick people,' right?"

Kun Du's body trembled as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

"To kill my Martial Master of Divine State Country, humiliate my Divine State Country with words, such a person … Even the most unforgivable of sins will die! "

As he spoke, Pei Feng had already arrived in front of him.

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