Ma Heng's strength was such that he couldn't even defeat Feng Qing's hand!
It just fell down!
Moreover, looking at Feng Qing's appearance, there was no trace of emotion on his face. He was simply taking action at will. There was indeed a huge gap between this powerful artistic conception and the warriors of the Beginning Realm.
This also corroborates what some experts say, even a peak warrior at the ninth level of the Beginning Realm still cannot find favor in front of a warrior at the first level of the Artistic Realm who has just broken through.
Possibly, there are qualitative changes.
And that kind of feeling can only be experienced by those with strong artistic conception.
Ma Heng landed on the ground, a trace of despair flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he seemed to realize that the gap between the two was a strength that could not be surpassed by his own means!
However, since you can stand up now, it means that you have not been truly knocked down, so you must fight for the last hope!
Somewhat stubborn, but unyielding.
"Iron Pulse Fist!"
Ma Heng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly absorbed the huge momentum with his hands. When his spiritual power could no longer be gathered, he waved his hands, stood up, and walked towards Feng Qing.
It can be seen that the beating of the muscles on his mouth combined with the strength of his hands, the clothes on his body can no longer withstand it.
With a "tearing" sound, the torn pieces of clothing flew back.
It is as ferocious and fierce as a wild beast, shaped like waves, and roars, making people tremble when they see it.
The sky seemed to change color because of this, as if he thought that if Ma Heng summoned him, some sky-killing ferocious beast would appear, and dark clouds formed.
Ma Heng's legs were very fast. In the blink of an eye, he was about to appear in front of Feng Qing. He stopped, paused, and punched out ferociously.
Suddenly, there was a series of metal friction sounds, and the heart-wrenching sound made many people touch their ears.
A strange color flashed in Feng Qing's eyes, but he was not anxious at all. He raised his hand and retreated instead of advancing, but without such earth-shattering power, he directly collided with Ma Heng.
Mo Cheng stared at Ma Heng closely, a little unconvinced: "This Ma Heng is definitely not simple! He actually has Huang Yuanpin's powerful skills!"
At this time, the powerful skills that Ma Heng used with all his strength were the Huang Yuan-level powerful skills that were above ordinary-level ones!
This made Mo Cheng wonder about his identity.
In the field, Feng Qing threw a punch. When it hit him, there was a big thing from the back of his fist, which spread out in all directions and gradually enveloped Ma Heng's fist. Then, the stool shook violently.
Mahen regained his composure amidst his incomparable astonishment.
Ma Heng's fierce power was completely lost when Feng Qing's seemingly inadvertent counterattack was lost.
Overcome strength with softness!
It is conceivable that the power of Ma Heng's Huang Yuanpin strength is actually unable to cause harm to Feng Qing. So, at least, his strength skills are on par with Huang Yuanpin's strength!
Then, within five breaths, Ma Heng grunted loudly in pain as if he had been hit hard again, and flew backwards again.
Peng!
He landed on the ground and slid back a long way. After coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood, he lay down on the ground.
Feng Qing gently waved his hand and said: "Do you still want to fight back now? Let me ask again, do you do it yourself, or let me do it? I'm afraid that I will easily remove your other leg.
"
At this time, no one would think that Feng Qing was just showing off, but that he really had that kind of ability.
Ma Heng said nothing, but stared at Feng Qing fiercely with those eyes.
"Boy, tell me!" Feng Qing's eyes turned cold, as if he had lost his patience, "Tell me what to do!"
He raised his feet slightly and approached Ma Heng step by step.
The position where Mo Cheng stood happened to be facing Ma Heng, but he could see Feng Qing's back.
When I was also a little nervous, I held my breath, but my hand was held by someone, and I shook it gently. I turned my head and frowned, but I saw my friend Mo Qing, looking a little aggrieved, looking at Mo Cheng.
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"What's wrong?" Mo Cheng asked concerned.
Mo Qing pursed his lips and said, "Brother Mo Cheng, you...you...can you save him?"
Following Mo Qing's raised little hand, Mo Cheng also twitched the corner of his mouth: "You want me to save that Ma Heng?"
Mo Qing nodded his head obediently.
"You..." Mo Chengwu said, "What is your relationship with him? Besides, I am not Feng Qing's opponent."
"No, Brother Mo Cheng is very powerful, I can definitely defeat him!"
Mo Cheng slapped himself on the forehead: "If I were still a warrior in the Beginning Realm, I still have a slight chance of winning. However, this is a strong artistic conception. No matter how powerful I am, I am not like this.
Human rival!"
"Brother Mo Cheng, please help me! If it weren't for him, I might not be able to come to see you now. It was this man named Ma Heng who saved me and I was able to come back."
Mo Qing's voice was mixed with a little bit of crying, as if he was really anxious.
"He saved you? What happened?" Mo Cheng asked.
Mo Qing glanced at Ma Heng, who was lying on the ground in the distance, and said: "This Feng Qing, the purpose of his coming here is to help his brother avenge his leg being broken off, and his brother's leg was broken off because of me...
…
I left Dingge District and wandered outside for a while, but I met his younger brother. His younger brother was very annoying and said he would take me back. Knowing that he had evil intentions, I naturally would not compromise. However, he is the beginning of the realm.
I am no match for an eighth-level warrior. At this time, Ma Heng was also passing by. When he saw it, he beat his brother without saying a word. He didn't expect that one of his legs was broken. However, after getting to the bottom of it,
, or because of me, so...
So now that I see it, I feel very sad... I hope you can help save him..."
But Mo Cheng heard the clues, changed the subject, and asked: "In the competition, wasn't your opponent also a warrior at the eighth level of the Beginning Realm? Seeing that you didn't do much, I thought you were greatly improved.
What's going on?"
"Oops!" Mo Qing panicked. She would not say that it was because of her connections. It was as if she had a backstage. She found Brother Yu Shi to let the younger Lu family who competed in the competition let her out, so that she could win. If it was her true ability,
How can there be any hope of victory against a warrior at the eighth level of the Beginning Realm?
"These are people from the academy. Of course they are more powerful than the juniors in the city. Please, Brother Mo Cheng, save that Ma Heng!" At the end of the sentence, Mo Qing's eye circles turned red.
Mo Cheng did not speak, but was thinking that this Ma Heng might not really have a bad intention, but he just loves to show off and flatter. This is just a person's character, and there is no malice. Therefore, this Ma Heng might be a good person with a good nature.
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However, the Feng Qing on the field is indeed not something he can deal with. The artistic conception warrior, Mo Cheng felt frightened when he thought about it at this time. After all, he has never really fought against a strong artistic conception warrior and has no experience.
However, Mo Qing is a member of his own Mo family. In the city, there will still be some discord with Yiyu because of the original disagreement. Now, in a foreign land, with relatives by his side, all he can feel is kindness.
Mo Qing had to agree to what he asked for.
And Mo Qing herself didn't tell the truth, because she went out wandering not without purpose, but to find Yu Shi.
Of course, it is impossible for Mo Cheng to know this.
In the field, Feng Qing had already attacked again, slowly approaching Ma Heng's body step by step, also standing next to Ma Heng, standing still, condescending, and said with a smile: "It seems that your attitude has already told me your answer.
, then you want me to do it myself!"
"snort!"
At this time, Ma Heng still snorted softly and turned his head to one side.
Feng Qing's expression changed: "What a brat who doesn't know how to praise!"
Mo Cheng heard Mo Qing's kind words towards him and seemed to recognize Ma Heng. When he saw his reaction, he was not surprised, but he raised his foot slightly, stood in front of everyone, and shouted loudly: "Hey!"
Feng Qing, who was flashing silvery white light outside his body, was startled by the sudden voice and quickly turned around: "What's wrong with you kid?"
Mo Cheng smiled and took a few steps forward. Looking into Mo Qing's hopeful eyes, he said, "You should apologize."