Chapter 1583 Beast Showdown
Ding, ding, boom!
Amid the successive collisions, all of Alva's attacks... none of them were effective.
As long as his attack can be played, he is confident that he can hit it.
But every time he just made a move, the opponent seemed to be stuck at his point of force as if he had foreseen it.
Let his next attack be instantly intercepted.
This feeling almost made him explode.
"ah!!!"
Alva's long howl exploded under the night sky.
However, his roar stopped abruptly after just a second.
Mu Fan retracted the short stick he pointed out.
The opponent's attack was cut off again.
This feeling of having strength but not being able to use it made Alva so aggrieved that he almost vomited blood.
His strength and weapons are completely useless, and he can only be beaten passively like a land tortoise.
Finally, after being interrupted dozens of attacks in succession, Alva turned over and retreated to the original place, looking at Mu Fan opposite him angrily, panting like a cow.
A head of unruly long hair is stirring in the wind with the owner's angry mood at this moment.
"Do you dare to fight me like a man!"
In this roar, Alva threw the ax and the shield to the sides... violently in front of everyone!
The weapon made of bone gold was just thrown away by him.
The cool wind under the night sky was blowing Alva's hair, and his angular face was set off by the light of the torch, making him as heroic as a sun god.
It's just that the bloodshot eyes are densely covered, but it ruins the beauty.
"Fist to fist, foot to foot, fight like a man, do you dare!?"
A thick roar exploded from his chest, and Alva's anger had accumulated to the extreme.
Hearing the roar from the other side, Mu Fan's eyes turned cold.
hum~
Amidst the slight air tremor, the short spinning stick slowly stopped.
The corner of Mu Fan's mouth curled up like a wolf.
"That will satisfy you."
A stab with the left hand!
The short stick stood on the ground, and the nether energy began to flow back to the heart from the palm of the hand. Without the maintenance of energy, the curved light sickle returned to its plain appearance at this moment, a dark gold short stick with dense patterns .
Mu Fan clapped his hands, and slowly straightened his body, the blood vessels on the muscles of his whole body became more prominent.
Mu Fan just walked towards Alva who was stronger than him by a circle, his voice could be heard clearly in the wind: "Do you need to win to convince you?"
"Heh. If you can beat me, I will submit to you. It's a pity...the person who can beat me, Alva, hasn't come out yet!"
The fighting spirit in Ar'ah's eyes was infinitely high, and the momentum in the field rose again at this moment.
"Roar!"
"come on!"
For a while, even louder cheers erupted from around.
The faces of the Baijia people turned red with excitement.
fighting! fighting!
The combat attributes imprinted in their bones made them feel excited when they saw this most primitive violent scene.
"Brother Mu, come on, sister teacher is waiting for you."
Little fatty Enoch shouted at the top of his voice, Nunuuo's face turned red immediately, she glared at the little fatty making a face, then shyly looked at Mu Fan, and nodded vigorously .
"Hey."
Seeing Nuo Nuo's eyes, Mu Fan laughed, and the indifference on his body began to recede like a tide.
replaced by……
The violent breath rising like a ferocious beast.
"call……"
"call……"
As his chest rose and fell, Mu Fan's panting sounded like a beast.
With a big lunge, his right fist was twisted backward like a charged arrow, and there was even a crackling sound in his arm.
The soles of the feet were stacked more than seventeen times in an instant, pressing into one step and stomping heavily on the ground.
Boom————
Everyone only felt their eardrums twitch heavily, as if they heard a giant elephant stepping on the ground.
Then, in their field of vision, the ground under Mu Fan's feet collapsed instantly.
He punches like a flat-fired cannonball blasting forward.
Mu Fan, who is not burly, actually launched a rush attack?
"good!"
Alva yelled violently, and a hint of excitement finally flashed in his pupils, and the muscles all over his body bulged, and the muscles shone like rocks under the light of the fire.
Comparing his strength with Alwa, the strongest of the younger generation of the Baijia tribe?
This is simply the most ridiculous thing he has seen in his life.
Alva took the first step to meet Mu Fan, and his figure jumped like a cheetah in an instant.
The vigorous posture, without the slightest sloppy.
Six types of steel!
Six-style rush!
Superimposed moves———
Type 6 Cannon Cannon!
In the rapid blood circulation, the compressed psionic energy rushed out of the atrium to perfuse the hands and legs again.
Mu Fan, who pulled out an afterimage, suddenly paused in the rush.
In the next second, the ground sank five centimeters out of thin air, and Mu Fan's figure instantly accelerated by 50%!
The two figures collided with each other.
boom!
Like giant rocks colliding, the sound of the wind brought by the two hit the machine at this moment, creating a circle of air waves in an instant.
Mu Fan, who appeared in the frozen frame, kept punching.
Alva's long hair flicked up, and his right arm was hammered out like a giant log.
The two collapsed and flew at the same time, plowing deep dirt marks on the ground.
"Yes, that's how it feels. If you want to win my respect, let the Baijia people see your strength!"
Even though it seemed as if he had hit a mountain directly, the heavy counter-shock force made his muscles convulse.
That power really surprised Alva.
but……
That feeling, like a stimulant, instantly made Alva wild.
boom!
The two punched again.
Alva's right leg popped out suddenly just before the confrontation, shook Mu Fan, and kicked him five meters!
"Come again!"
Feeling the terrifying power that was almost comparable to that of Ruan Xiongfeng, Mu Fan not only did not feel frustrated, but the smile on the corner of his mouth got bigger and bigger, and he yelled freely.
...
Superposition technique, six-style impact hammer.
boom!
Alva braced his fist with both arms, but was thrown into the air.
...
boom!
Mu Fan flew out of the dust and mist like a sandbag.
...
Boom!
A deep purple fist mark appeared on Alva's shoulder blade.
Boom!
Mu Fan, who activated Six Styles Steel, looked down at his abdomen.
A huge fist print is printed on it.
The punch just now almost broke his psionic energy.
But the madness in Mu Fan's blood was burning like a raging fire.
...
There were constant sounds of heavy fists and kicks.
At this time, the two showed a shocking sense of violent beauty.
Click!
Mu Fan just swept away a piece of rock that could only be held with two hands.
Click.
Alva punched a deep hole in the blue steel stone.
Two people come and go.
People's shocked eyes quickly became dull.
"This...is this Alva?"
A strong man with a height of two meters stammered to himself.
Beside him, more than a dozen companions were clutching their tomahawks tightly, but they couldn't say a word in response.
That person with bruises on his face and blood all over his body is actually Alva?