Chapter 142 Report to the Leader! Someone Is Cheating, This Game Cannot Be Won! (First Update)

Fu Rong rushed over first, holding a sharp knife in each hand and slashing at Zhou Fengliu mercilessly.

Zhou Fengliu dodged very quickly.

Seeing him looking at Fu Rong, there was a trace of heartache in his eyes.

"Rongzi, are you serious?"

"What's real or fake? Watch me!"

Fu Rong finally got the chance, so she naturally wanted to vent her anger. She clenched her two knives and swung them forward. Two sword qi instantly slashed forward, so fast that it was difficult to react.

Under the tutelage of a famous sword qi master, Fu Rong became a master of sword qi in her twenties. She has her own unique understanding of Qi blade. From these two sword qi, it is enough to see Fu Rong's nearly twenty years of skill.

Can Zhou Fengliu block this move with twenty years of skill?

The answer is obvious, of course.

Although Fu Rong is a master of sword qi, Zhou Fengliu has been practicing Qi blade for two and a half years.

Facing the two sword energies in front of him, Zhou Fengliu controlled the airflow to form an air wall in front of him, completely blocking Fu Rong's sword energy.

"Blocked?" Fu Rong raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Rongzi, since you are serious, don't blame me." Zhou Fengliu's voice sounded slowly, and the next second he appeared in front of Fu Rong, exerted a little force with his left hand, and a big slap hit Fu Rong's face with a "snap".

Zhou Fengliu retracted his strength because he was afraid that if there was no one to cook in Biyou Village tomorrow, even if he retracted his strength, the power of this slap was unbearable for Fu Rong.

This power...

So big!

So rough...

Incredibly direct!

Fu Rong originally wanted to dodge, but her mind realized it, but her body couldn't react, so she could only take Zhou Fengliu's slap firmly on her face.

As soon as the fight started, she felt the power from Zhou Fengliu's palm pouring down on her face, like a bucket of fresh milk splashed on her face, covering every inch of her cheek skin.

Bang——

Under the effect of inertia, Fu Rong flew backwards, rolled two and a half times in the air, and then fell to the ground.

...

"Sister Fu Rong, come on, Sister Fu Rong, Sister Fu Rong?!"

Liu Wukui was still cheering here, and just after shouting a few words, he saw Fu Rong couldn't last a round under Zhou Fengliu, and the whole person flew up.

Fu Rong is operating!

Fu Rong is in the spotlight!

Fu Rong fell!

In just less than a minute, Fu Rong went from being full of confidence to beat Zhou Fengliu to being in a state of whether she could withstand a fight with the God of Fighting.

"Damn it! You bully Sister Fu Rong like this..."

Liu Wukui gave up the idea of ​​beating Zhuge Qing and turned to Zhou Fengliu. The non-mainstream person who didn't like to talk, Ding Zihuan, had the same idea as her.

The two attacked Zhou Fengliu one after the other.

Ding Zihuan's method is called Ghost Shadow, which is an extremely special light skill. It can improve speed and eliminate his presence at the same time, which is very suitable for sneak attacks.

And Liu Wukui is a hard skill who practices oil hammer and stone locks, so he naturally chose to go head-on.

More importantly, this little girl is a benign variation of the soul of a boy, and her strength is surprisingly great.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu kicked Liu Wukui out first, and then noticed Ding Zihuan who had not yet succeeded in the sneak attack.

"Are you trying to sneak attack, right? I'll give you a fight!"

Zhou Fengliu gave Ding Zihuan a big fight with his backhand, making Ding Zihuan, an honest man, instantly turn into a small spinning top and fly out.

Just after he had watched Ding Zihuan's fierce fight, Fu Rong stood up from the ground. She seemed to have recovered and began to swing sword energy at Zhou Fengliu.

Zhou Fengliu looked at the "Sword Energy Rain" flying towards him like rain, and his eyebrows slightly raised.

He was very familiar with this trick...

"Rongzi, be careful."

Zhou Fengliu was not polite either. He used the Qi Control Technique and used his hands as blades to throw Qi blades at Fu Rong.

His Qi blades were much stronger than Fu Rong's.

Although it was also "Sword Energy Rain", the frequency, quantity and size were completely different.

If Fu Rong's "Sword Energy Rain" was a drizzle that fell just before it rained, then Zhou Fengliu's "Sword Energy Rain" was a heavy rain that caught people off guard.

"What is this..."

Seeing the countless sword energy Zhou Fengliu wielded, Fu Rong, a master of sword energy, was stunned.

Something was wrong!

There is something wrong!

How can Zhou Fengliu swing out Qi blades without weapons?

And... how did he manage to make so many?

When Fu Rong looked at the Qi blades that were hundreds of times stronger than her sword energy, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She wanted to say to Ma Xianhong: "Report to the leader, someone is cheating... this one can't be beaten."

But unfortunately, Zhou Fengliu's "Sword Qi Rain" didn't give her a chance to speak. At this moment, she was like a pedestrian without an umbrella on the street who encountered a heavy rain and could only run as much as possible to avoid getting wet.

"Fu Rong!" The honest man Ding Zihuan finally spoke.

After he was beaten by Zhou Fengliu, he saw Fu Rong being attacked by countless Qi blades. He hurriedly used the ghost shadow to come to Fu Rong to block the attack for Fu Rong.

When the Qi blades hit him, Fu Rong, who had been hiding behind a big rock and keeping a distance, was a little confused.

Hmm.

How to say it?

She was not moved at all. Fu Rong just felt that Ding Zihuan was crazy.

Even a sword master like her didn't dare to attack Zhou Fengliu. Ding Zihuan came over to save her, but... it seemed useless.

"Uh..."

Seeing Ding Zihuan blocking the Qi Blade with such friendship, Zhou Fengliu touched his chin. He seemed to see the temperament of an honest man in Ding Zihuan.

In this regard, as a god of fighting, he could only deduct 6.

...

Compared to Zhou Fengliu's fierce battle, Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were much quieter.

A few minutes ago.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were also entangled by several upper-level players.

Wang Ye's opponents were Jin Yong and Hari Chagai. Wang Ye could easily defeat these two burly men. With Tai Chi, he could overcome the hardness with softness, leaving these two upper-level players helpless.

Zhuge Qing was more relaxed. He fought with Zhong Xiaolong, who was good at finger-snapping magic, and Zhang Kun, who was good at earth-walking immortals. Later, Zhong Xiaolong went to support other superior talents. Zhuge Qing was tricked by Zhang Kun and brought to Ma Xianhong.

"Brother Zhuge... that's enough." Ma Xianhong's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhuge Qing, which startled Zhuge Qing and he hurriedly turned around.

"Don't turn around... turning around means you want to officially start a war with me. I'll be frank. Today's matter has nothing to do with you or Brother Zhou. What we want to experience is the way that Taoist Wang defeated you in Longhu Mountain..."