Obviously, Feng Yang was also under the attack just now. Although he was not injured, it was not easy to live.

Feng Yang temporarily suppressed his physical discomfort. A pair of vicious triangular eyes looked at Yue Fei, who was pale in the face not far away. He couldn't help but speak out.

"Master Yue Gang, you are very strong, stronger than the average Nine-level Body Refining Level. You are worthy of being the leader of the Yue Gang, but reality is so cruel. I can only send you to hell and let you and your son reunite."

Yue Fei's white teeth were biting his lips tightly, his eyes full of reluctance.

Yue Fei did not expect that he used his secret technique and used his most powerful martial arts, medium-grade martial arts, and the Desert Dragon Fist. However, he was not Feng Yang's opponent.

A moment later, a trace of determination appeared on Yue Fei's waxy face, and he said coldly to Feng Yang not far away.

"Fengyang, even if I have fought my life today, I will definitely kill you. Even if I pay any price, I will avenge my son."

After saying that, Yue Fei didn't care about the internal force of the riot in his body, and instantly raised his internal force, activated the medium-grade martial arts Damian Dragon Fist, and attacked Feng Yang fiercely. Within a few minutes, Yue Fei made dragon fists.

The shadows of fists formed around Feng Yang and attacked Feng Yang fiercely. However, Feng Yang had already seen the moves of the Desert Dragon Fist.

Although Yue Fei used the Great Desert Dragon Fist, which was a middle-grade martial art. However, Feng Yang knew at a glance that Yue Fei had not yet practiced his cultivation at all, and was still far from being a great success.

Feng Yang raised the powerful internal force in his body and used the martial arts technique to cover the sky. Suddenly, he shot out powerful palm shadows and faced Yue Fei's fist shadows all over the sky.

Bang bang bang, the sound of explosions is endless.

Yun Mo, who was watching the battle on the side, looked at the battle between Yue Fei and Feng Yang. He couldn't help but narrow his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself. I'm afraid that Yue Fei would lose this battle.

Yun Mo could clearly sense that Yue Fei had reached the end of his strength, and although Feng Yang was a defensive, his internal strength was far-reaching and obviously had a lot of strength.

Sure enough, it was not as expected from Yun Mo. After three minutes, Yue Fei appeared in a gap. He was beaten by Feng Yang's Sky-Crossing Palm. He spit out blood with one palm, flew backwards more than ten meters and fell on the ground.

His breath was sluggish, and his sallow face was full of pale expression. Obviously, Yue Fei was seriously injured.

"Master Yue Gang, you are already proud enough. You can fight with me like this. With my cultivation level at the ninth level of Body Refining, I forced me to use the trump card that I haven't used for a long time. I must admit your strength. But that's also the case."

Feng Yang saw Yue Fei vomiting blood by his palm, and knew that today's battle was won. A smile appeared on his cold face.

Yue Fei sat up with difficulty, touched the part that was injured by Feng Yang with his hand, and his cultivation also fell from the ninth level of body refining back to the eighth level of body refining. His pale face was full of unwillingness.

Looking at Feng Yang angrily, Yue Fei hated that he was so useless and could not even avenge his son's revenge.

A sneer appeared on Feng Yang's sinister face and walked towards Yue Fei.

"Master Yue Gang, I'll send you to see your son now. I love to do such things."

Feng Yang said coldly, and then, the internal force in his body rioted, and the Sky-Crossing Palm Technique suddenly stirred out of Feng Yang's hand, attacking Yue Fei, who was sitting on the ground with a sharp aura.

When Yue Fei saw Feng Yang hitting his head fiercely, he couldn't help but feel unwilling to surrender on his face.

I said in my heart, Son, my father is incompetent and can't avenge you anymore.

It was obvious that Yue Fei was about to be killed by Feng Yang with a palm.

Yun Mo knew that it was time to take action, and thought of this.

Streams of internal force surged out of Yun Mo's dantian. In an instant, Yun Mo used Lingbo Weibu's body technique, and his body turned into a afterimage and disappeared from the spot instantly.

Seeing that he could kill the leader of the Yue family gang immediately, Feng Yang's face was filled with pleasure.

However, just when Feng Yang's powerful palm was about to hit Yue Fei's head.

Yun Mo's figure appeared in front of Yue Fei.

He whispered in his mouth.

"Pure Yang Finger."

Yun Mo's right fingers were put together, emitting a scorching red light, and pointed it at Feng Yang's chest with one finger!

Feng Yang was just thinking about how to kill Yue Fei, but he never expected that there was a person in front of him, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Moreover, the boy also attacked him.

A thud.

Feng Yang flew backwards behind his middle finger, his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Yun Mo hugged Yue Fei's body, and his internal force surged, turning into a afterimage and disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Feng, how are you?" Feng Yang's injured body fell beside Wang Ma. Wang Ma immediately walked forward and said while helping him.

"Brother Feng! Brother Feng!"

Wang Ma found something was wrong. When he touched Feng Yang's heart, he found that he had been burned. When he looked closely, he was shocked.

I saw that Feng Yang was smoking throughout his heart, making sizzling sounds, and emitting a burning smell.

Wang Ma's voice attracted the attention of Linghu Dingjun. Then Linghu Dingjun quickly ran to Fengyang. When he checked, he found that Fengyang had died and his whole heart was burnt.

Seeing this scene, Linghu Dingjun and Wang Ma both showed horror in their eyes. What kind of martial arts is this? It is so domineering!

On the other side, Yun Mo came to Chen Tianming with Yue Fei in his arms. Now Chen Tianming has almost recovered his ability to move.

He was also very worried when he saw Yue Fei was seriously injured.

"Uncle Chen, please take my uncle into the house quickly and leave it to me." Yun Mo said.

"Okay, be careful." Chen Tianming glanced at Yun Mo deeply, then helped Yue Fei and walked into the house.

Linghu stood up and looked at Yun Mo's figure not far away. The pair of triangular eyes were filled with coldness.

He said to Yun Mo coldly:

"Boy, who are you? You are so brave. You dare to kill the people from my Heifeng Village. Don't you want to live?"

When Yun Mo heard Feng Yang's cold shout at him, he couldn't help but chuckled and said:

"Linghu Dingjun? The new master of the Crazy Lion Hall?"

"It's right!" Linghu Dingjun said coldly, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you, the master of the Crazy Lion Hall, I killed you."

Yun Mo didn't care about the Tao, as if he was not killing a person who was refining the tenth level of body, but a little chicken.

Upon hearing this, Linghu Dingjun couldn't help but feel anger on his face.

"So it's you! OK, OK, OK. I want to see how capable you are, you can actually kill Qianfeng!"

After saying that, Linghu Dingjun used his body skills, and his internal strength surged infinitely, attacking Yun Mo fiercely.

Ahem, the protagonist is about to return to the capital, don't worry, he must have experience in the martial arts world
Chapter completed!