Chapter 178 1 Accidentally Killed a Grim Reaper

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There is a saying in the Chinese martial arts world: Once an expert stretches out his hand, he will know if there is one.

Judging from Ha Ming's attack, this Second God of Death's kung fu is really powerful, so powerful that Luo Tengfei may not be able to stabilize him even after using the power of the werewolf blood.

Just as Liu Feng dodged the desert eagle flying towards him, Ha Ming's steel whip came over, and the pure steel whip at the tip of the whip made a sizzle sound in the air.

It is conceivable that if this whip hits someone's body, it will definitely break bones and tendons.

Liu Feng turned around, his speed was extremely fast, he easily dodged the steel whip, and walked around to Ha Ming's side.

But even so, Luo Tengfei and Ghost King, who were watching the battle, became very nervous, because the strong wind driven by the steel whip made Liu Feng's hair slightly inward, and even the short bangs on his forehead fluttered backwards.

Wow!

At the same time, Ha Ming also turned around abruptly, and the steel whip in his hand stretched towards his body and arched a half-circle long arc again. The pure steel whip joints on the whip rubbed a slight spark, and drew towards Liu Feng's neck .

"It's really good, this combat awareness is already very strong." Liu Feng dived down, and made a twist of a diagonal role, his body was pushed forward obliquely like a black dragon out of water, and while avoiding the steel whip, he He punched Haming in the chest.

ha!

Ha Ming yelled loudly, and retreated as hard as he could, the steel whip in his right hand suddenly pulled back, and the tip of the steel whip went back a pocket, and even pulled towards the back of Liu Feng's head.

At this moment, a smug grin appeared on Ha Ming's face. When he tried his best to retreat, Liu Feng's fist almost hit the front of his chest, and a terrifying force shook his chest. All hurt.

But after all, he escaped the killing move that was severely injured, and his way of pulling the steel whip behind him is also a killing skill that he has practiced countless times before he is proficient. , died under this move of his, and he was very much looking forward to the majestic King of Hades being beaten to death by his whip.

But after thinking too much, Liu Feng stepped forward with his left foot, straightened his leaning forward body into a big lunge, and at the same time scooped his right hand back without looking back.

boom!

The last tip of the steel whip was firmly held by him in his hands.

The sinister smile that had just risen on Ha Ming's face froze instantly.

After Liu Feng grabbed the steel whip, he pulled it back suddenly, and Ha Ming felt a strong force added to his body. Even though his figure was a lot stronger than Liu Feng, he was also pulled forward.

"No! How can the yellow race be more powerful than the white race?"

Ha Ming roared loudly, strode forward, and struggled backward with all his strength.

The struggle between the two made the 1.5-meter-long steel whip make a rattling sound, and sparks were even rubbed against the rings of the whip joints.

"Who says white people must be stronger than yellow people?"

Liu Feng said with a smile: "Chinese martial arts are the best in the world. After World War II, Chinese martial arts experienced a discontinuity for 20 years, but there are still unique features in the training of human body potential development. People of yellow race who have undergone reasonable training are no better than Naturally strong whites are worse than blacks."

That's right, Liu Feng proved what he said with practical actions.

He was holding the steel whip with one hand, but Ha Ming was holding the steel whip with both hands now, and the two of them maintained a seemingly evenly matched state.

No, it's not evenly matched. Liu Feng looked very relaxed, but the muscles on Ha Ming's chest, arms, and legs were all fully stretched, obviously exerting all his strength.

"No, even if you are the King of Hades, even if I really can't beat you, I don't believe that I can't match you in strength, give it back to me!" Ha Ming seems to be quite confident in his own strength, and it seems that as long as he is In terms of strength, find some dignity for yourself.

He pulled back with all his strength, and because of the force, the muscles in his legs suddenly burst his trousers.

At the same time, Liu Feng's right hand suddenly loosened.

ah!

Ha Ming exclaimed, because he exerted too much force, and as a result, he retreated four or five steps violently, and finally fell to the ground fiercely.

What was even more irritating was that the steel whip pulled back by him shook circles in the air, and the last section of the whip was forcefully turned back, and it slammed obliquely on his face with a bang.

Nima!

Just at this moment, Haming felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if his cheekbones were cracked, and at least two front teeth were shattered and slipped out of his mouth.

"Damn it! It's so fucking powerful, the second god of death, others use steel whips and other weapons to whip others, why do you even whip yourself?"

"Old Luo, what do you know? To practice beating, you must first practice being beaten. This shows that Mr. Husky has well-trained basic skills. In actual combat, he likes to whip himself for nothing, and it can also improve his ability to resist beatings!"

Luo Tengfei and the ghost king stood together, teasing just right, and Ha Ming's eyes went black with anger.

Liu Feng walked towards Ha Ming step by step, and said with a smile: "Ha Ming, you lost. I have to say, if I hadn't returned to Huaxia, if you met me a few months ago, your strength Even if you can't beat me, it will make me feel very troublesome, but now you are an existence without fighting power in front of me."

"Uh... no, I'm the second god of death, I'm the god of death, and the god of death should be the master of the western underground world, even if you are the king of Hades."

Ha Ming roared angrily, and swung the steel whip towards Liu Feng again.

But Liu Feng raised his hand, grabbed the opponent's steel whip again, and swung it back suddenly.

This time, Ha Ming really couldn't hold it any longer. The 1.5-meter-long steel whip was thrown behind Liu Feng, and flew out obliquely in a circle in mid-air.

Snapped!

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of a steel whip hitting something.

"Wow! Is this okay?"

"That, that fifth god of death, he got his head smashed so easily."

"Fuck, this time the hatred has really grown."

Whether it was the security guards watching, or Luo Tengfei and Ghost King, or Yang Ding and Yang Shiwen, they were all dumbfounded at this moment, and some even yelled out of shock.

Liu Feng also shrugged his shoulders, and said innocently: "I didn't do it on purpose, I accidentally killed a god of death!"

That's right, Brother Feng really didn't do it on purpose, he just wanted to show off his strength, grabbed Ha Ming's steel whip and threw it out.

But I never thought that Mi Xiu, the fifth god of death, was standing at the position where the steel whip flew out, and because he was worried that Liu Feng would kill Ha Ming, he happened to be quietly approaching Liu Feng, so he was caught by the steel whip that flew out suddenly. Just hit the head.

A big head was smashed into three terrifying gaps, and the Fifth God of Death died in an instant, and his body fell to the ground with a plop.