"Leave it to us next!"

Yang Jie smiled slightly and sent Xu Tianao to the Golden Lion King's side. Then he held the Mosaichi Sword and looked at the tombstone in a bad way.

"Tombstone, what are the last words? Let's say it!" Liu Wuhen pointed to the tombstone with a long sword in his hand, and a terrifying murderous intent erupted from him.

"!"

The tombstone looked at Yang Jie, then Liu Wuhen, and his aura was raised to the peak, and he did not mean to be at silence.

"What, do you want to fight us with one person?" Liu Wuhen's mouth raised.

"Liu Wuhen, don't be arrogant. I am more than one person. It is unknown who will win and lose in today's battle!" Tombstone said coldly.

"!"

Liu Wuhen was about to say something, but felt the hurricane coming from behind, so he quickly turned sideways and flashed to the side.

"boom--"

As Liu Wuhen turned sideways, a sledgehammer fell from the sky and landed at the position where Liu Wuhen was standing. The moment the sledgehammer fell, the ground trembled slightly, and a deep pit was smashed on the ground.

"Eight-side Hammer?" Liu Wuhen raised his eyebrows.

"Hmph, you have some strength in your eyes, and you can recognize that this is the Eight-Term Hammer!" A low shout sounded quietly.

At the same time, a figure rushed towards this side quickly and picked up the heavy hammer with one hand.

What appeared was the coffin, the first-class killer in Hell Heaven. At this moment, this guy held a sledgehammer in his hands. Just standing there gave people a sense of oppression that was as unshakable as a mountain.

Even Yang Jie couldn't help but frown slightly. Although he had not yet fought, he could see that the strength of the coffin was probably not weaker than the tombstone.

"Who am I supposed to be? Isn't this a coffin? One tombstone, one coffin, you are determined to die in China today!" Liu Wuhen still looked calm and calm.

"Liu Wuhen, everyone says you are the king of killers, but I want to see what you have!" The coffin angrily rebuked and waved a pair of hammers at Liu Wuhen.

Facing the wielding hammer that was swinging, Liu Wuhen flew back in a white robe and slid backwards. The heavy hammer of the coffin hit the ground where Liu Wuhen was originally standing, and the surface was cracked inch.

"!"

Once the shot was lost, the coffin carried the heavy hammer again and was about to launch a new round of fierce attacks on Liu Wuhen, but as he saw that Liu Wuhen was no longer around.

"Be careful!" The tombstone reminded.

Hearing the tombstone, the coffin looked up and saw that Liu Wuhen had appeared above his head at some point.

"Hey!"

The coffin angrily rebuked, and the heavy hammer swung out again, smashing towards Liu Wuhen in the air.

Liu Wuhen was prepared for a long time, and he tapped the heavy hammer on his toes and made a second jump in the air, avoiding the hammer smashed from the coffin.

"I don't believe that I won't hit you!"

The attacks fell continuously, and the coffin roared angrily, waved the heavy hammer again, bringing up a series of hammer shadows, smashing Liu Wuhen from all directions.

Liu Wuhen used his mysterious body skills to avoid the opponent's attacks again and again...

The two sides fought together in an instant, and the heavy hammer was swung to the extreme by the coffin. Every time they swung it down, the ground could tremble violently.

The sound of air roaring caused by the heavy hammer to break through the air made the ear bones of the people around him slightly hurt, and he subconsciously covered his ears.

The people from the Golden Lion King's side even sweated coldly for Liu Wuhen.

If the attack of the coffin is compared to the storm, then Liu Wuhen is like a grass at this moment, swaying in the storm, but the strong storm cannot uproot him.

"!"

Time passed by minute by minute, and Liu Wuhen seemed to be tired of dodging. Two cold lights flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed, and he had already arrived in front of the coffin.

"Moon Shadow Fist--"

Liu Wuhen shouted softly, and the light yellow halo was flowing all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be about to turn into a bright moon, smashing his punch towards the other party's chest.

"Coffin, be careful, Yueying Fist is one of Liu Wuhen's three moves created by himself, and it is extremely powerful!"

The tombstone fought with Liu Wuhen for many years and knew Liu Wuhen the most. When he saw this scene, he quickly spoke out to remind him.

"Own-created martial arts? I want to see what's so great!" The coffin sneered, the gray halo on the surface of the body flowed, and the skin turned into an unhealthy gray.

"choke--"

With a loud bang, Liu Wuhen's Yueying Fist slammed firmly on the body of the coffin.

"It's done?" Yang Jie's eyes lit up.

When he reached his level, even if he watched the battle, he could see the terrifying power of Liu Wuhen's punch. Even if he had an immortal golden body, he would never dare to take Liu Wuhen's punch head-on.

Even if this coffin is powerful, it is probably a disaster if it is hit by this punch?

Unfortunately, the facts made Yang Jie's eyes widen.

I saw Liu Wuhen’s Yueying Fist hit the body of the coffin. The coffin was not moving at all, and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Are you scratching me?"

"!"

Liu Wuhen didn't expect that his punch could not shake the other party at all. Seeing the smile at the corner of the other party's mouth, he felt a trembling heart and was about to retreat.

How could Liu Wuhen run away like this? He grabbed Liu Wuhen's ankle with one hand, rotated it around, threw it away, smashed it heavily on the wall, leaving a big hole in the wall.

"Hahaha, what the king of killers, I'm a bitch! It's not a trash!"

When Liu Wuhen was knocked away, the coffin was extremely proud, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm in the direction where Liu Wuhen flew out, his eyes full of contempt.

"How is that possible?"

"Is this guy still a human being? How could he be so strong?"

"Mr. Yang is no problem?"

All the gunmen in heaven and earth were shocked by the scene in front of them. They looked at the coffin standing on the spot like an iron tower, and swallowed one after another.

“…”

Yang Jie's face also changed slightly. He had seen Liu Wuhen's strength, but even Liu Wuhen still had no power to resist in the coffin's hand. How strong should the other party be?

"Ahemhem—"

Just then, a series of coughs sounded.

I saw Liu Wuhen crawling out of the wall. At this moment, Liu Wuhen no longer had the grace of the past. His white robe was covered with dust and his hair was messy.

"I heard that there is a superpower in the West that is steel, iron walls and iron walls, with infinite power. Are you a steel-based superpower?" Liu Wuhen looked at the coffin.

"That's right, Liu Wuhen, since you know that I am a steel psychic, you should know that your attack will not play any role in me, right?" Coffin raised his head and said proudly.

"Uh, it's a bit tricky, I guess I have to be serious." Liu Wuhen nodded seriously, patted the dust on his body, then took out the wrinkled cigarette box from his arms, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and put it in his mouth. Then he looked at Yang Jie, "Come on one?"

Although Liu Wuhen was asking questions, his movements did not stop and he threw the cigarette box at Yang Jie.

"..." Yang Jie subconsciously took it and looked at the other party strangely.

"What did you just say? Be serious? Do you mean you didn't beat him seriously before?" Seeing that Liu Wuhen did not take him seriously at all, a cold light flashed in his eyes and asked indifferently.

"It's not that serious, don't you see that I even used Moon Shadow Fist?"

Liu Wuhen said, and even stretched his waist, looking very relaxed, and there was no sign of the other party being serious.

"Hahaha, what's so great about me being the king of killers? It turns out that I can only show off my verbal advantage. What else can you Chinese sick husbands do besides showing off your verbal advice?!" The coffin laughed angrily and backward, and the laughter was extremely harsh.

"What did you say about China just now? Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly!" Liu Wuhen took out his ears, showing a confused look.

"I said you are just a sick man, and you Chinese are all sick man!" The coffin looked at Liu Wuhen with a provocative taste.

"oh."

Liu Wuhen responded thoughtfully.

"..." This time I was stunned when I changed it to a coffin.

Originally, from the perspective of the coffin, Liu Wuhen would definitely be angry and attacked him. Unexpectedly, the other party just said oh and there was no further information.
Chapter completed!