"Good opportunity!"

Mo Xiaocheng’s eyes flickered and broke out in a way that was not in Feng Jing’s ferocity.
Progressive moving and beating
The horse stepped out with a punch!
It was a beautiful beating, and it was amazing. Although Feng Jing’s arm was relieved, it also made Feng Jing feel good for a while.
Moxiao City will get wind as soon as it has a chance, and the whole person’s breath will change from a timid one just now to a desperate one.
Feng Jing won’t retreat. He still keeps on punching like a cannonball, trying to pull back again. Unfortunately, Mo Xiaocheng won’t give him this chance. Mo Xiaocheng is also cross the rubicon at this time. He can’t take a step back. Either Feng Jing dies or he dies.
He can’t just kill Feng Jing.
This time, he killed Feng Jing and his martial arts will enter a new peak, breaking the bottleneck that has been sealed for a long time.
Sand and stones flying, the storm and the fighting between the two men reached a fever pitch, and they both tried their best to kill each other.
At this time, the two men made several deep footprints in a circle, and the soil rolled and the dust floated. World War I made this mountain toss up.
Both of them are thinking about fighting for the wind and finding flaws, and their fists are getting more and more anxious to a physical extreme. The naked eye can’t see it. What you can see is a black shadow making a fist intersection sound.
There are six types.
Six is the top, hug, brush, cross and wrap.
The formula is to support hammer, palm, dragon, tiger, fist, tiger palm, horse palm and mountain palm.
Feng Jing, at this time, hit a crouching tiger forward.
Mo Xiaocheng’s eyes narrowed into a line, and he didn’t even want to face Feng Jing in surprise, which attracted a overlord bow!
This move is made in the face of the other party’s active attack.
Mo Xiaocheng quickly penetrated Feng Jing’s left arm in the left palm, flipped his wrist and smoothed his belt to the left, and then struck with his fists like arrows too fast. He was beaten by Feng Jing, the old force, and immediately flew out like a straw!
Feng Jing lost.
Chapter two hundred and sixty-four Go home at midnight
"You lost."
MoXiaoCheng high before he left to Feng Jing looking down at his eyes filled with indifference.
Feng Jing was beaten by Mo Xiaocheng for several times in a row, and his chest was completely broken. His chest was beaten to collapse, and blood exhaled from his mouth. His eyes were scattered and he was no longer intense. Everyone could see that he was dying now, as if he were about to be lit.
However, at this time, Moxiao City is also uncomfortable. He is in rags, and his clothes have become tattered. Moreover, his head is dirty and stained with dust, like a sloppy youth.
His shoes have long been worn out and he kicked them away. Now he is barefoot.
Except for his eyes, he is sloppy all day long. The image is that he is barefoot, his clothes are tattered, his face is dirty, his pants are broken and his wrinkles are ugly. If a young man is holding a broken bowl in the street at this time, it is really possible that someone will treat him as a beggar and give him small money
But compared with Feng Jing, he is much better. Although he is not slightly injured, he is better than dying.
"I lost."
For a long time Feng Jingcai bitter issued a.
"I lost. I lost. The old man lost! Ah ah ah ah! "
Feng Jing suddenly face upwards long roar and then suddenly spit out a mass of black blood cough cough cough.
MoXiaoCheng silently watching crazy Feng Jing’s eyes didn’t make Feng Jing hate sympathy, pity, sarcasm and indifference.
"When I was ten years old, Feng Jing learned martial arts with my master at the age of forty, and in another year, I became a rare martial arts genius. I never lost my debut, but I didn’t expect to lose Mo Xiaocheng today. You are only twenty-five years old and a god can’t change your hands!" Feng Jing growled "I don’t! Old! "
Ouch!
Another mass of blood spit out.
Feng Jing is already dying. Fan Du Fa saved him. He told a joke that Mo Xiaocheng hit his chest with a heavy hand, and the peak of his strength was going to be killed. Feng Jing was a survivor. Maybe he didn’t die because he was a martial artist with good physical fitness and vitality. For example, unless he was dead, he didn’t die so soon.
Mo Xiao city is still a simple sentence "you lost"
Surprisingly, in his rage, Feng Jing calmed down, and the anger in his eyes disappeared, but he was deeply unwilling.
"Yes, I lost …"
"Feng Jing, since you dare to come to Wan Li from China to the United States to kill me, you should have thought of the possibility of being killed." Mo Xiaocheng squatted down and said lightly, "We martial arts practitioners win or lose, which is a common thing for military strategists. If we lose at ordinary times, we still have a chance to come again, but if we lose in life and death, we will die. You said that we have never lost since we debuted."
"When I was fifteen, I practiced martial arts with my brother. After a few months of hands-on teaching, I was called back by my master. Then I practiced alone. I can achieve something by my understanding and diligence."
"I didn’t lose a few years when I debuted, but your second brother Gao Ye came first. He was a master of strength at that time, and I was still a master of strength at the peak. He sent him to a whole realm. Normally, I was almost broken when he entered the hospital, but I survived. I vowed to kill this Gao Ye. Otherwise, my heart was full of evil influence, and I couldn’t get into Dan Tao."
"I succeeded, and I dreamed of breaking through to the arena of strength, killing Gao Ye fair and square, and avenged my life first. Since then, my heart has been open and honest, and I have reached such a state in the past few months."
"Today, I feel a lot about your life and death. It won’t be long before I can break through God and change to … ha ha ha ha ha! Sooner or later, my Moxiao City will become a generation of Wu Shen! "
Mo Xiao-cheng talked about this long-winded passion and good species.