Chapter Fifty-two United Forces Slay Enemy

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  At this time, Wei Hong's right hand and the middle-aged man's illusory palm knife were put together. However, immediately afterwards, Wei Hong's face suddenly changed, because he suddenly discovered that the middle-aged man's palm knife was just a fake move, and his real killer move was behind him.

  "Tiger Roar Fist."

  A light shout came from the middle-aged man's mouth, and his palm knife directly dissipated. He transformed his palm into a fist and fiercely smashed it towards Wei Hong.

  A loud tiger's roar echoed, a phantom tiger let out a furious growl and charged straight at Wei Hong. Its eyes were wide with anger, its mouth open wide, charging directly at Wei Hong.

  Wei Hong's face changed slightly, and he secretly cursed in his heart. He had no choice but to use his left hand to block, but under the sudden attack, Wei Hong was forced back by the middle-aged man's fierce fist wind. As he retreated, the middle-aged man continued his offensive, taking another step forward.

  Wei Hong quickly retreated, but the middle-aged man was like a venomous snake, fiercely chasing after Wei Hong, punching straight at his face, causing Wei Hong to retreat step by step.

  "Kid, being able to withstand this move under my, Yang Renlong's, hands is something you can be proud of." The middle-aged man said with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then spoke with a serious tone.

  Although it is a praise of Wei Hong, however, its attack is increasingly fierce, it can be said that Wei Hong is completely at a disadvantage, and defeat is only a matter of time.

  As soon as he heard Yang Renlong's words, Wei Hong sneered coldly and didn't waste any words. He clashed with Yang Renlong again, using only 70% of his strength. Taking advantage of Yang Renlong's sharp martial energy, Wei Hong's Lingbo Step was performed to the extreme, and he floated away to a distance of 20 meters.

  Wei Hong looked at him, and Yang Renlong's face showed a hint of disdain, saying lightly: "Can you escape?"

  As soon as the voice fell, Yang Renlong stepped on the ground and went straight to attack Wei Hong. In Yang Renlong's view, his full-strength blow was impossible for Wei Hong to block no matter what.

  Wei Hong never thought of escaping, although Yang Renlong's martial arts cultivation was at the 8th rank, but his experience was old and profound, and whether it was fist or knife, it could be said that they were not inferior to Wei Hong. As a result, Wei Hong felt slightly struggling, but he had not yet wanted to escape directly.

  With a loud shout, Wei Hong also rushed towards Yang Renlong, and he didn't use any other skills at all. He directly used brute force to collide with Yang Renlong in a fierce physical impact.

  On the other side, the other Wei family youths were also surrounded, except for Wei Hong, fifteen Wei family youths were directly surrounded by more than twenty people.

  Each fighting separately, Wei Wuming's face revealed a ferocious expression, with his long spear in hand and an aura like a rainbow. His opponents were two black-clad youths, yet he was still at an advantage despite being outnumbered. However, at this moment, he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.

  The more time drags on, the more unfavorable it is for the Wei family. Thanks to Wei Wuming's efforts, Wei Hong can now focus on fighting against the middle-aged man. Although the two of them can hold their ground, the other young men of the Wei family are gradually showing signs of exhaustion.

  Wei Hong naturally also discovered this, so he prepared a quick battle plan. At this time, when Wei Hong was about to reach Yang Renlong's front, he suddenly accelerated and swung his fists, fiercely colliding with him.

  "King of Fists."

  Wei Hong struck with all his might, his power reaching the level of the Ten Tigers, his fists mixed with martial energy, fiercely smashing towards Yang Renlong.

  Yang Renlong did not expect that Wei Hong would dare to launch a preemptive attack. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and coldly snorted, "Looking for death."

  His voice fell lightly, and Yang Renlong also rushed over directly. At this time, he changed his fist to a palm again, and actually used two palms to split open Wei Hong's fist.

  "Boom!"

  A fierce collision caused both of them to retreat a few steps simultaneously, however Yang Renlong's facial expression changed slightly at this moment. As a result, he suddenly felt that Wei Hong's strength had increased by an extremely large amount, causing Yang Renlong's five fingers to feel a slight ache.

  However, Wei Hong, who had retreated earlier, did not stop at all and instead charged towards Yang Renlong again. His fists were fierce, and a flash of murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he quickly arrived in front of Wei Hong.

  "Kill."

  With a loud shout, Wei Hong rushed towards Yang Renlong again. At this moment, Wei Hong was like a madman, no longer defending himself, and directly charged at Yang Renlong's body without any regard.

  At first, Yang Renlong's face showed a hint of joy, because in his opinion, Wei Hong was far inferior to him. Exchanging punches for punches and palms for palms, Wei Hong was simply asking for death.

  However, Yang Renlong's face suddenly turned ugly, whether he punched Wei Hong with his fist or slapped him with his palm, but Wei Hong seemed to be unaffected, and in return, Yang Renlong was directly beaten until he spat blood.

  "Hmph."

  Yang Renlong was punched by Wei Hong and spat blood again. In the moment he fell back, Wei Hong followed up immediately, directly drew out his overlord knife, and fiercely chopped towards Yang Renlong.

  Yang Renlong's face changed, but he didn't mind and was still preparing to use his palms to attack. However, at this time, Wei Hong's face revealed a thread of icy expression, and he said in a low voice: "Knife intent no longer exists."

  Wei Hong's eyes were like knives, and his body was surrounded by a halo of martial energy. Various illusory knives danced around him, lightly entwining him. As Wei Hong swung his knife, the momentum was so overwhelming that it made people unable to muster the thought of resisting. Moreover, Wei Hong's eyes even shot out two long knives directly.

  Apart from the tyrannical knife, there were countless knife intents that fiercely attacked Yang Renlong, and at this time, Yang Renlong's face changed drastically. He had never thought that Wei Hong would comprehend the knife intent.

  Although the two palms managed to block Wei Hong's tyrannical knife, at this moment, the illusory knife was directly attacking Yang Renlong, forcing him to retreat immediately.

  But can he retreat? Seeing Yang Renlong's appearance, Wei Hong revealed a cold smile. At this time, he also attacked towards Yang Renlong. In the moment when Yang Renlong retreated, the two-part knife intent directly surrounded Yang Renlong, making him unable to respond in time.

  "Die!" Wei Hong shouted loudly and directly cut Yang Renlong, who was still responding to the knife intent, into two halves with one knife.

  Wei Hong let out a long breath. If it wasn't for Yang Renlong's carelessness, and he himself had given him an unexpected blow with his knife intent, then it would still be difficult to defeat Yang Renlong. Thinking this way, Wei Hong shifted his gaze elsewhere.

  "Wu Zhuan Jin Qiang." Only seeing from a distance, Wei Wuming at this time let out a soft shout, and once again displayed his gun intent, directly and quickly killing the two who were still fighting him.

  Wei Wuming was not doing too well either, his face pale and vomiting several mouthfuls of blood. However, at this moment, Wei Wuming felt a sense of relief in his heart. He exchanged a glance with Wei Hong and burst out laughing.

  Wei Wuming also rejoined the battle, and Wei Hong's Lingbo Step reached its peak, quickly arriving at Wei Ning's side. With a single knife chop, he struck the short old man who was fighting with Wei Ning.

  "Hmm"

  A head flew up, splashing blood, sprinkling on Wei Hong's face. However, a faint smile appeared on Wei Hong's face, looking exceptionally cold and ruthless. At this moment, Wei Hong was like a god of killing.