Chapter 697 - Battle of Markz

"you……"

boom!

A monk stared and exclaimed, but only had time to say a word before he was stuffed in the face by a size 43 foot.

This time Liu Feng was really impolite when he attacked. This kick knocked the cultivator's body to the ground, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Yan Wang, don't overdo it, our Holy See is not easy to bully..."

boom!

Another monk roared angrily, but before he could finish speaking, he was hit by a heavy elbow on his shoulder and neck, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The last monk was smart enough to turn around and run away before Liu Feng could make a move.

"Can you run away?"

Liu Feng sneered, flicked his right hand, and a silver light flew out.

puff!

The monk didn't even finish two steps, he felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and then fell to the ground.

As for the other two nuns, their faces were pale with fright, and even their eyelashes were trembling.

Liu Feng raised his hands, and raised his middle finger at the two nuns unceremoniously, "Remember, if you have the ability to provoke others, that's called arrogance. If you don't have the ability to provoke others, that's called stupidity, understand?"

"You, you dare to give us the middle finger?"

"We are the nuns of the Holy See, you, you, you..."

The two nuns blushed with anger, and their bodies were trembling.

"roll!"

Liu Feng said in a disgusted tone: "Don't pretend to be holy in front of me. The pastor Paul above gave me the feeling of a real gentleman, but you guys, hehe!"

"Let's go."

At this moment, the red-haired priest Marquez stood up, waved his hands and said, "This young man is very powerful, but your attitude really doesn't deserve others' respect."

"But, he beat our people!"

"Father Marquez,

Can we watch the game here? "

The two nuns asked eagerly.

"Go back, don't let me say it again. I want to compete with this young man with peace of mind. I feel that this is a fierce battle, a fierce battle that is enough for me to give my best. I don't want anyone to disturb me." When Marquez spoke, his eyes had locked on Liu Feng.

The two nuns didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly dragged the three unconscious companions away.

Liu Feng was also staring at Max at this time, and he felt a strong and dangerous aura from the red-haired priest.

"You are very strong. I have stayed in the West for many years. I have seen many priests and pastors, but none of them has such strength as you. A clergyman who has dedicated his life to God, what is the use of practicing such advanced kung fu? What about it?" Liu Feng asked.

Marquez said: "This world is not as peaceful as you imagined. The responsibility that our Holy See has to bear is beyond your comprehension. Well, if you want to enter the gate of hell, you need to know more things and get more benefits. , then use all your strength to defeat me, or I will deprive you of all the benefits you got before."

While speaking, Marquez moved his right hand backwards, and the ancient Western-style sword placed in front of the Guangmen swished into his hand.

"I won't keep my hand, King of Hades. Although you are a young junior, I can feel that you are very strong, and I will go all out." After Ma Kezi held the sword in both hands, the ancient Western-style sword let out a choking sound. Ming, streams of light flowed along the blade of the sword and onto Max's body, and then a simple armor covered his body.

The whole body of the armor is silver-gray, with red borders on the edges, which complements the ancient Western-style sword in his hand to form a perfect offensive and defensive combination.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

Swish!

Just as Liu Feng was speaking, Ma Kezi launched an attack, and the Western-style ancient sword hung a sharp sword light and slashed in front of Liu Feng.

Choke!

Liu Feng held up the scimitar to block it, but the scimitar, which was always extremely sharp, was cut off by Max's ancient sword, as easily as cutting tofu.

Fortunately, Liu Feng dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been decapitated by this sword.

Even so, the clothes on Liu Feng's right shoulder were also damaged in a twisted shape by the sword energy.

Moreover, Marquez's own strength is really terrifying. He cut through the air with a sword, and suddenly swung his wrist, and the ancient sword wiped Liu Feng's throat.

when!

Liu Feng threw away the broken knife, and blocked the Heitian sword on his right hand.

The ancient sword collided with the gun shaft to produce a string of dazzling sparks. Although Liu Feng caught the sword, he was shocked by the strong force from the ancient sword and retreated step by step.

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sp; "Sure enough, you are really strong. I am the fastest sword in the Holy See, but you can deal with it calmly." Markz shook his sword and stabbed Liu Feng again.

Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the realm of prophetic artistic conception and innate realm unfolded. In his eyes, the opponent's speed seemed to have completely slowed down, and all the trajectories of Max's moves before making a move were miraculously presented in front of Liu Feng.

At this moment, Liu Feng fell into an unprecedented state of concentration.

He waved the Heitian sword in his hand, earnestly deciphering the opponent's quick attacks.

The sharp black spear tip of the Heitian Sword quickly formed black spear nets under Liu Feng's swing.

No matter how strong the opponent's ancient sword is, it cannot break through Liu Feng's defense.

"So it turns out that the swordsmanship of your Holy See is very similar to the swordsmanship of the Crusaders."

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Liu Feng suddenly said excitedly: "Old priest, now it's my turn to fight back."

Swish!

At this moment, Liu Feng's temperament changed, and an indomitable momentum burst forth. While the Heitian sword in his hand was stabbing forward, the short spear suddenly lengthened silently.

The gun body, which was originally less than half a meter long, suddenly reached a length of nearly two meters. With the one and a half foot long spear tip, the whole gun was two meters long.

This shot was fired too fast, and in an instant, the tip of the gun had already pierced Markz's face.

Stronger than Marquez, both pupils suddenly expanded to the limit, but this red-haired priest is also very powerful, his body almost instinctively tilted his back.

The pitch-black tip of the gun brushed past the tip of his nose, and the sharpness almost left a bloodstain on the skin of his nose.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Feng held the gun in both hands, and began to attack with the skill of shaking the big gun in traditional Chinese martial arts.

In Liu Feng's hands, the spear was like a dragon with a sword. As he stabbed and stabbed, eighteen spear shadows appeared from the tip of the spear, forming a terrifying spear flower, which almost killed Markz. The entire upper body is enveloped in it.

Markz retreated quickly, slashing with his Hu sword.

when!

With the tip of the spear facing the blade of the sword, Liu Feng was shocked again to retreat seven or eight steps away, while Marquez only retreated three steps.

When defending, Liu Feng was invincible by relying on the prophet's artistic conception, but once he attacked, the opponent had a chance to fight head-on with Liu Feng. In this way, Ma Kezi relied on his own strong strength and this terrifying armor Helping each other, Liu Feng was still suppressed.

But Liu Feng was not discouraged at all. Instead, after he stabbed the spear, his momentum became stronger.

"Come again!" After a loud roar, Liu Feng shook his gun and continued to attack.

This time Liu Feng wasn't shaking his spear, he moved his hands along the area, and the spear quickly thrust out and then drew back, one after another spear shadows seemed to pierce the space here.

Such a simple, direct and brutal attack method is logically the easiest to crack, but the dominance of Chinese martial arts lies in the coordination of movement and footwork.

While constantly changing positions, Liu Feng quickly carried out this simple and rude quick attack, which gave people a feeling of being defenseless.

Ma Kezi swung the sword three times several times, trying to confront Liu Feng head-on, but he swung the sword in vain several times.

"The martial arts in the world can only be broken quickly. This is your famous saying in Chinese martial arts, right?" Markz was a little out of focus at this time. After he was forced to turn forward and backward by Liu Feng, he suddenly lifted the ancient sword upside down, and his figure fell slightly. Dive, kick your feet.

boom!

There was a bang on the ground, as if the ground trembled for a while, but then, Ma Kezi appeared behind Liu Feng, and the ancient sword that was carried by the sword was suddenly raised.

when!

At the critical moment, Liu Feng turned around and lifted the gun, and the Heitian sword stood in front of him, firmly blocking the ancient sword.

With the clash of guns and swords, Liu Feng was shocked again seven or eight steps away.

But then the ground trembled again, and Markz disappeared in front of Liu Feng again.

Liu Feng's expression remained unchanged, he seemed neither happy nor sad, and drew his large spear to the left.

when!

Gu Jian slashed on the gun shaft again, the result was the same, Liu Feng was shocked again.

When, when, when...

Markz deployed extremely fast again and again, and swung the sword vigorously, but Liu Feng was always able to block the ancient sword steadily when it was in extreme danger.

"Sure enough, my feeling is right. Although your young man's skill is not strong, you are extremely dangerous. It really is a fierce battle!" Markz's moves became more and more ruthless, and his speed became faster and faster.

Liu Feng focused on coping, and responded: "Fierce battles, I like this kind of fierce battles, especially like to win in this kind of fierce battles. Marquez, can you be faster and stronger?"