In the blink of an eye, the half of his body that had been smashed into a meat pie miraculously returned to normal.
The withered, hook-like hand gripped a cold, black iron chain and wrapped it around Ye Feng's head.
Black iron chains sealed off this space, black mist billowed, ghosts howled and wolves roared, and sand and stones flew on the mountaintop, as if a hundred ghosts were walking at night.
"The Fierce Ghost Locking God Iron Chains!"
"Ye Feng, die!"
Ye Feng angrily rebuked.
"Lock up your second uncle."
"You old bastard, you're the one who should die."
Ye Feng wielded the massive iron hammer with a powerful and domineering manner, his eyes shooting out two beams of cold lightning, as if a god had stormed into hell, invincible in every way.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought over a thousand rounds.
The mysterious man in black was eerie and sinister, his whereabouts unpredictable.
Ye Feng's momentum was fierce and unstoppable. He dominated the fight, and the man in black screamed repeatedly as his head was smashed flat several times.
But miraculously, it recovered completely.
It has to be said that this old guy's vitality is indeed quite strong.
The surrounding onlookers all paled and retreated hastily.
At this level of competition, no one else can get involved.
The second senior sister wasn't idle either; she slashed at Kase with her long sword and shouted softly.
"Old man, you dare to send someone to assassinate my junior brother? You're tired of living."
Kassa used a secret technique from ancient Egypt to reattach his severed arm, and then spat out a pyramid the size of a walnut.
The pyramid instantly transformed into a mountain in mid-air, crashing down on Lu Xueqi and the others, collapsing most of the void.
Lu Xueqi's long sword moved like a dragon, slashing out with a few swift strokes, its roars and howls shattering the opponent's pyramid.
Behind him, the old weasel, with his hands behind his back, also struggled up the steps, and slunk away to Scott, the leader of the American Martial Arts Federation, where he stuck out his big butt and gave him a thud.
"Booming Overlord Fart!"
It was as if a cannon had been fired out of thin air, and the valley trembled violently.
Scott's face turned green, and his insides churned.
The people on the mountaintop were all disgusted and spitting in disgust.
"Damn it, that weasel is so despicable."
“Skin them, remove the tendons, chop them up, and feed them to the dogs.”
"Old man, you have no martial ethics."
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