The saint bit her lower lip lightly. She was not very worried about Li Yifei, but she felt a little uncomfortable after seeing him hard. However, singled out is singled out, and the saint will not stop him.

"Hold on, Satan's madness is about to pass, and his eyes are not so red anymore. As long as you get through it, you will be the winner." The saint said in her heart, she couldn't even remind Li Yifei aloud. You can only think about it in your mind.

There was joy on Hatoyama's face. Although he was honored as a great mage, he did not actually have much advanced Dharma cultivation. It was just because of his strength and murder that others had to obey. Japan is a country that respects the strong. The mountain is naturally respected. Hatoyama is very happy to see Li Yifei at a loss. Even if Satan can't kill Li Yifei, he will find a chance to kill this person directly.

Even if it is to turn his face with Huaxia, and enmity with the saint.

It stands to reason that the saint is the representative of the strength of the United States. Although the jihadist organization and the government do not deal well, if the country has something to do, it will defend the country. Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as a person from the country. And the Japanese government represented by Hatoyama, It was because of the United States that Hatoyama faced off against the saint at this time, which was quite courageous.

Omba sighed, a little unconcerned, her fighting style is also Satan-like wild, hardly defensive, just offensive, so this will see Satan fighting like this, she has a little appreciation for him, but Only a little bit, Omba still wanted to kill Satan.

In the field, Satan did not leave Li Yifei too much time to rest, but he only let him take a breath, paused for three to five seconds, and then rushed up again.

After more than 20 moves in a row, Li Yifei couldn't catch his true anger, and Satan's eyes on the opposite side had recovered a lot. He seemed to be a little more sober, gritting his teeth, and punching Li Yifei.

Li Yifei was shocked, although he was still three meters away, but Li Yifei instinctively felt the danger.

This punch can't be taken, Li Yifei reminded himself that he wanted to avoid, but found that he seemed to be locked.

What is this trick? Li Yifei only felt that he could only see the huge fist in front of him, as if the other space had been shielded, that fist was getting bigger and bigger, and soon broke into Li Yifei's front.

Satan roared wildly and shouted: "Take my punch!"

This punch contains all the power of Satan. It seems that Mount Tai is overwhelming, making people breathless. Not only Li Yifei feels so, but even those around him feel extremely depressed. Some even can't help bending down, looking like they can't bear it. .

"Be careful!" The saint shouted, her voice was so nice, but at this time the people around seemed to have not heard it, because their attention was also in the field.

Anyone can see that Satan is going to be the end of the battle, but the final madness is also shocking enough, and Li Yifei seems to be unprepared, and Satan has calculated it. If this punch is smashed, Li Yifei may lose. Up.

Satan, whose eyes are getting clearer and clearer, has also calculated it. His madness this time is indeed unable to stay awake. This is also the price of his promotion. When he wakes up a little bit, he realizes that he will not use killer moves, then there is no There is a chance, so he can only count you Li Yifei once.

This time the calculation was successful, at least for the moment. Li Yifei is inevitable. This punch seems to come from the world. It makes Li Yifei feel like he can’t escape wherever he hides. This is a very difficult one. Described feeling, but as long as there is a way, Li Yifei will not be caught.

How to do? Everything happened too fast. After Li Yifei was locked, it was only two or three seconds to think.

"Just kill it!" Hatoyama couldn't help calling out loudly, the old guy was expecting Li Yifei to die.

Although this sentence greeted many people, the five members of the Phantom Squad stared at him as if they were going to eat people, but Hatoyama didn't care at all. As long as Li Yifei died, what could these five people do?

Ganma also opened his eyes and looked at Li Yifei.

At this time, Li Yifei was like a flat boat driving on the sea. It happened to be unlucky enough to encounter a squally rainstorm. Crazy waves would push the boat down at any time. Satan’s punch was not fast, but it was after Satan became mad. The power is combined, and the power is amazing. If Li Yifei doesn't escape and gets hit, the fight today may be over.

No, I can't lose, I can't lose! Li Yifei is not unable to lose, but cannot lose. He represents not only his own honor and disgrace, but also the honor of the country. The former is compared with the latter, and the former is secondary.

"Ah!" Li Yifei roared to the sky, and the true energy in the dantian poured out instantly, infused between his arms, Li Yifei raised his fists against the invisible but powerful force. Arm, facing Satan's punch.

The fists of the two smashed together, and Li Yifei’s knees ushered in tremendous strength. His body was bent a lot in an instant, but his waist was straight and straight. His legs were bent, his trousers were broken, and his shoes It rubbed against the ground and gave out an unpleasant gum smell. Even Li Yifei's two feet had crushed the rock and stepped directly in.

However, he held Satan's punch.

Phew, many people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They were nervous. They didn't expect Li Yifei to catch such a punch. Although a little embarrassed, although...

Do not! Wait, this punch is not over yet, the Satan is still in the air, this punch is still going down, his figure seems to be a punch, this punch is not only his fist, but also his whole body, and Li Yifei doubles The fist is pushed out, which looks like a double fist, but in fact it looks like a big palm, and the whole person forms a palm.

He is pushing Satan outward, but Satan's fist still exudes a bitter attack.

People seemed to hear the sound of scoffing, like the sound of the wind, and also like...the air in the outer layer of the two people collided and rubbed together.

Li Yifei resisted with difficulty. He was underneath, holding out his hands, holding a mountain-like Satan. At this moment, Satan weighs ten thousand catties, and Li Yifei's bones are creaking, as if they will be crushed at any time. Drop.

His feet are exactly one millimeter, one millimeter pressed into the stones, oh no, at this time it should be said that they are the fragments of the stones. The stones were crushed by him. Every inch of stepping on, there is an inch. The stone was broken into powder.

He was carrying a thousand catties of weight, so even though he didn't want to do this, he was still slowly sinking in. Soon, Li Yifei was pressed until his feet were already submerged in the rock.