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Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh kill

Chapter 467: Killing

With one step forward, Lin Mu's people disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, people's eyes tightened, and they saw Lin Mu's figure appearing in front of Sun Zheng.

boom!

Without any hesitation, Lin Mu punched again.

"Overlord Fist!"

On the opposite side, under the intense pressure, Sun Zheng had already thrown out the so-called three-move agreement.

The fist was like a surging river, with boundless domineering force, hitting Lin Mu.

The same Overlord Fist, used by Sun Zheng, is as powerful as the one used by Montaigne, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

Boom!

A moment later, the two fists collided firmly together.

With the fists of the two people as the center, the violent punches clashed and entangled wildly, creating destructive air waves that violently raged in all directions.

With a click, the door of the inn behind the two people immediately collapsed. Many tables and chairs in the inn were also blown away, falling into pieces and making a mess.

Lin Mu and Sun Zheng, however, did not retreat, and their fists were evenly matched.

"You can't do anything to me."

Sun Zheng said coldly, "Let's just let this go for today. It will be good for you and me. How about that?"

"He rushed into someone's house with murderous intent and uttered countless harsh words. However, he found that the other person was a piece of iron that could not be broken, so he just wanted to end it with just one sentence. Is there such a cheap good thing in the world?"

Lin Mu smiled sarcastically.

"What do you want?"

Sun Zhengdao.

"For someone like you, even if you leave today, you will definitely hold a grudge against me in the future."

Lin Mu's tone was calm, "So I have only one idea for people like you, and that is to beat you to death."

Crack!

As he spoke, Lin Mu raised his other hand suddenly.

Amidst the sound of bones cracking, Lin Mu clenched his fist with five fingers and hit Sun Zheng hard.

"impossible"

Sun Zheng's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed in surprise.

He clashed with Lin Mu with one fist. He had put all his attention into it, and it was impossible to use his other hand.

Therefore, he always thought that Lin Mu was just like him and was not too afraid.

Who would have thought that Lin Mu would go against common sense and punch with the other hand.

Naturally, he didn't know that Lin Mu now had two souls, which meant that two people were fighting, so he could easily use his other hand.

Caught off guard, Sun Zheng was directly punched by Lin Mu and was knocked away again.

This time, Sun Zheng was much worse than last time.

His true energy has been completely injected into his fist, which was used to fight against Lin Mu's previous fist.

Therefore, he has no extra energy for defense.

Click!

Without the protection of his true energy, his chest was punched by Lin Mu on the spot.

puff!

The sternum was shattered, and the flesh and blood internal organs turned into a column of blood and shot out from behind him.

"Roar"

After falling to the ground, Sun Zheng's face was twisted in pain, he raised his head and opened his mouth, as if he was about to scream.

However, his lungs had been beaten to pieces just now, and he was short of breath. He could not make any sound at all, and could only make an unpleasant roar.

escape!

Sun Zheng's reaction was also extremely fast. He was seriously injured. He knew that he was no match for Lin Mu, so he turned around and wanted to escape.

But since Lin Mu had already dealt cruelly, how could he let him escape?

As the saying goes, letting the tiger return to the mountain will cause endless troubles. He must kill Sun Zheng.

Three Realms Secret.

After a few flashes of light, Lin Mu caught up with Sun Zheng.

He kicked Sun Zheng in the back with his right foot, knocking him to the ground.

Then, Lin Mu moved as fast as the wind, dropped his left foot, and violently stepped on Sun Zheng's neck.

Click!

Sun Zheng's neck was directly trampled by Lin Mu, his eyeballs bulged, and he died on the spot.

A cool breeze blew through, and the whole street fell into dead silence.

Everyone looked at this horrific scene in horror.

Sun Zheng, the leader of the Shen Fist Club and a peak martial artist, was actually crushed and killed like this.

This scene is really shocking to the heart.

The person who feared the most was Montaigne.

Sun Zhengna was his master and the source of his arrogance.

But now, Sun Zheng was actually beaten to death by Lin Mu.

This is undoubtedly the most terrifying nightmare for him.

And Lin Mu, who caused all this, was the devil in the dream.

"Get out of here, I want to get out of here."

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he began to lift his feet, trying to sneak away.

"Take one more step and break your dog's legs."

However, as soon as he reached the door, a cold voice came into his ears.

Montaigne's body trembled violently, and his feet that were about to step out of the inn's threshold froze in mid-air.

After warning Montaigne, Lin Mu then walked towards Sun Zheng's body.

He glanced around and found that Sun Zheng didn't even have a space ring on his body. He couldn't help showing a look of disgust on his face: "He is a gang leader after all, but he is actually a poor guy."

Determined that there was no way to get anything out of Sun Zheng, Lin Mu looked at Montaigne again: "Take me to the Divine Fist Club."

Since Sun Zheng had been killed anyway, Lin Mu simply shut down the Divine Fist Club and took away the Divine Fist Club's treasure house as compensation for this attack.

Lin Mu was not willing to engage in a loss-making business.

Montaigne looked mournful, and regrets rolled in his heart like a flood.

Originally, he was living a good life, with the Divine Fist backing him up, and his own strength being not weak, he could definitely live a leisurely life as a playboy.

It was so good, why did he want to offend Lin Mu.

It's okay now. Sun Zheng was beaten to death. It seems that even the Divine Fist Club doesn't want to let go of Lin Mu's nightmare.

I fell from heaven to hell in just one day.

But no matter how regretful and uncomfortable he felt, he did not dare to go against Lin Mu's words, otherwise he had no doubt that Lin Mu would beat him to death with one punch.

Under the leadership of Montaigne, Lin Mu came to the Divine Fist Club easily.

"Senior brother."

"Montaigne is back, where is the gang leader?"

Seeing Montaigne, many people from the Divine Fist Club took the initiative to say hello, including disciples and elders from the Divine Fist Club.

"Master, master him"

Montaigne walked in front like a puppet, with a very wonderful expression on his face. I didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"What happened to the gang leader?"

Everyone in the Divine Fist Club was puzzled.

No matter how rich their imaginations were, they would never have thought that Sun Zheng had been beaten to death.

"Oops, the gang leader was beaten to death."

At this moment, several disciples from the Divine Fist Club came running in fear from outside.

As a top third-rate force, the Divine Fist Association naturally has its own intelligence power.

What's more, Sun Zheng's beating to death was a big deal. It would be difficult for others to even know about such a big commotion.

"What?"

The expressions of the people in the Divine Fist Club changed.

"How dare you guys spread rumors and cause trouble here and slander the leader of the gang. Come on, I'll drag them down and kill them."

An elder inside immediately shouted sharply.

"yes."

A group of disciples from the Divine Fist Club quickly swarmed forward to capture the disciples who were delivering the information.

"No need."

Their behavior was stopped by Montaigne, "Master, he was indeed beaten to death."

Hearing this, the elder and everyone in the Divine Fist Association felt as if they were struck by lightning.

If it was possible for others to lie, Montaigne could not.

Sun was the master of Montaigne. His death would not do Montaigne any good.


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