Chapter 121 You can hit me, but you can’t insult my woman!
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When Feng Wuhen appeared outside the Qiankun Arena, Alexander suddenly opened his eyes.
"You came!"
"Damn it, it's you yellow hair again!"
Seeing Alexander, Feng Wuhen became furious. If it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't have been taken out of the club by Taoist Guiyun.
If you want to fight, fight if you have to call me. You have nothing to do!
"Feng Wuhen, today, I want to wash away the shame of my past, defeat you, and help me break through the realm and transform into a dragon!"
Alexander stood up from the ground, and a terrifying aura appeared on his body. He was at the peak of the four extremes, and he could be said to have turned into a dragon in half a step.
Standing alone on the ring, he looked like a god and demon looking down upon the heavens.
"funny!"
Feng Wuhen whispered and stepped onto the ring.
A strong wind appeared in front of Feng Wuhen, and Alexander stabbed him with a spear. It was like a dragon coming out of the sea, and the golden holy light rose into the sky.
Divine patterns appeared on Feng Wuhen's hands, and he caught Alexander's attack.
boom!
Evenly matched.
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Jiang Chen saw Feng Wuhen, who was equally matched with Alexander, and was a little surprised. This uncle is very strong!
To be honest, Alexander's attack has reached the strength of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. The fact that Feng Wuhen can take it so easily also represents his strength.
"Very good, Feng Wuhen, you deserve all my efforts!"
Alexander's eyes flashed with a strong fighting spirit. At the same level, he could only see Feng Wuhen. He had practiced hard for many years just to avenge his past.
A pair of big wings flew across the sky, and Alexander looked like an archangel with two wings on his back. His white wings flapped in mid-air, and strong winds shot towards Feng Wuhen.
"Hold the mountain and turn the world upside down!"
The hazy shadow of the mountains spread out in mid-air like a picture scroll, and a wild aura emanated from it.
The manic wind blows on the shadow of the mountains, bursting out with bright divine light.
Two large seals flew across the sky, turning into streams of light and rushing towards Alexander.
The human king inheritance of the Wind Clan headed towards Alexander to suppress it.
The dragon gun rushed up, carrying bursts of holy light. Amidst the terrifying explosions, Alexander broke through the mountain, turned the sky and two seals, and appeared in front of Feng Wuhen.
The two fist-bumped and fought together.
The powerful monks from the East and West did not say anything and watched the two men fighting quietly. This battle was about the face of the East and the West.
However, gradually, some of the Eastern monks frowned.
Taoist Guiyun narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Chen saw a flash of disappointment in the old man's eyes, and carefully observed the battle on the ring. Feng Wuhen and Alexander fought vigorously. They seemed to be evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that Alexander is more calm and composed than Feng Wuhen.
Feng Wuhen is in danger!
Jiang Chen also saw that it would be dangerous to fight Feng Wuhen again, because his level did not seem to be as high as Alexander's, and his moves were a bit superficial.
Feng Wuhen had been decadent for ten years. During this period, it was enough for Alexander to widen the gap between him and him.
"Feng Wuhen, are you too weak, or am I getting stronger!"
On the ring, Alexander sneered and almost broke Feng Wuhen's shoulder with a punch.
Feng Wuhen didn't speak. He was moving very fast, and each Dao mark was imprinted in the void by him, as if he wanted to set up a large formation to stop Alexander.
However, he didn't care much about who Alexander was, even if he was the Holy Son. How could such a genius not notice Feng Wuhen's movements.
Alexander couldn't help laughing when he thought about how this man had easily defeated him more than ten years ago, and how now he could easily defeat him.
boom!
In the end, Feng Wuhen was accidentally knocked to the edge of the ring by Alexander.
Although it contains the universe and looks huge, it still has boundaries.
The two of them were originally cultivators at the peak of the Four Extremes. When they were fighting, it seemed as if the entire Qiankun Arena could not withstand the aftermath of their battle.
Feng Wuhen failed with one move and completely lost the opportunity. He was quickly suppressed and beaten by Alexander, with constant roars and void cover.
The sky was gradually shrouded in dark clouds, just like the mood of the Chinese monks at this moment.
"Hey, ten years is enough for them to open a generation gap!"
Taoist Guiyun sighed, with some melancholy and disappointment in his eyes.
Feng Wuhen is the son of his old friend. It can be said that he is half his son. He was also worried about his decadence back then.
It's a pity that emotional injury is not so easy to solve. Ten years is enough to separate a generation from each other, especially for geniuses like Alexander and Feng Wuhen!
Seeing that Feng Wuhen was about to lose his support, Taoist Guiyun was ready to take action at any time, but at this time, no one expected that Jiang Chen would move.
"Feng Wuhen, you loser, you were dumped by a woman, and now you are being beaten by your defeated subordinates. Do you think you are ashamed?
If I were you, I would have committed suicide a long time ago. No matter what, come up and beat me if you have the ability!"
The voice was blessed by Dao patterns and spread in all directions, and celebrities from the East and the West paid attention to Jiang Chen.
It’s this kid again. It’s because of him that several dragon-turning monks died in the West. At this time, what kind of monster does this kid want to do!
Jiang Chen is also anxious. If Feng Wuhen loses and the Western monks are so powerful, will the Chinese monks really be able to withstand the war if it starts?
So, Feng Wuhen, you have to be stronger!
On the Qiankun Arena, Feng Wuhen was upset by Jiang Chen's voice. He lost his mind and was beaten by Alexander until he vomited blood and flew backwards.
"stupid!"
Feng Wuhen couldn't help but cursed, did this brat want to kill him?
He knows his own situation and has no regrets.
If Jiang Chen could really understand him with just one sentence, Feng Wuhen wouldn't have been decadent for ten years.
Many people can see through the word love, but they can't understand it either.
When it comes to others, you can see clearly, but when it's your turn, you fall into it, or you don't want to wake up.
Feng Wuhen was suppressed and beaten, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes, like a fairy who had come down from the sky, otherwise she would be in the mortal world.
The two of them are a talented man and a beautiful woman, the piano and the harp play to each other, and they meet a close friend in the mountains and rivers. That is his true love!
Unfortunately……
"Hahahaha, Feng Wuhen, you are too weak now. Sure enough, you are already useless, for a woman, what a pity!
I heard that that woman is as beautiful as a fairy. It’s a pity that I didn’t get to see her face. Otherwise, if I defeated you and had a beautiful woman in my arms, wouldn’t it be a great joy in life?”
The aura on Alexander's body became stronger and stronger, and an invincible belief grew in his heart. Since childhood, he had only been defeated by Feng Wuhen. Today, he finally washed away this shame, and was even able to humiliate him.
From now on, Feng Wuhen is no longer worthy of being his opponent.
However, Feng Wuhen, who had been suppressed and beaten by him, suddenly turned gloomy when he heard Alexander's words.