With unparalleled talent, he could defeat three thousand emperors single-handedly!

The two of them were so angry that they had to fight.

"Come on!" Su Hong hooked his finger.

This was a very provocative move.

This immediately made Tang Guyun and Ao Hai furious.

"Do you really want to fight two at once?"

"I'll really install it for you!"

Tang Guyun picked up the mace and rushed forward.

In the previous battle, he had some reservations, thinking that after defeating Su Hong, he would save his strength to fight Ao Hai for the key.

But now?

Tang Guyun had forgotten all this.

He now had only one thought in his mind.

That was to teach Su Hong a lesson.

Ao Hai's thoughts at this time coincided with Tang Guyun's.

"Thunder!"

Tang Guyun rushed towards Su Hong. As he ran, the mace in his hand showed surging thunder, and a few strands of thunder spilled out, leaving a long black mark on the ground.

"Turning over the river!"

Su Hong was excited, not afraid at all, and was ready to meet him.

But at this moment.

Buzz!

Su Hong's spear suddenly slipped out of his hand and shot towards the distance.

"Humph! Su Hong, you don't really think that we were at full strength just now!"

Ao Hai stretched out his hand and shot the spear towards the distant wall, and in an instant the whole spear was immersed in the wall.

"Spiritual Master!"

Su Hong was a little surprised. The scene just now came too suddenly, causing his spear to slip out of his hand.

"Defeat!"

At this time, Tang Guyun had already killed in front of Su Hong, not giving the latter any breathing time, holding the mace wrapped in thunder, and smashed it!

At the same time as he attacked, Ao Hai also controlled his mental power to block all of Su Hong's escape routes.

"I want to see how you can dodge!"

Ao Hai sneered. Now Su Hong could only withstand Tang Guyun's blow.

Not to mention that Su Hong's weapon was swept away by his mental power, even if Su Hong had a spear in his hand, Tang Guyun, who was carrying the body of a king of strength, could not block this full-strength blow from a fourth-level warrior!

At this time, Su Hong, who was unarmed, raised his fist, and a piercing white flame appeared on the fist.

Bone Dark Cold Fist!

"Shh!"

Tang Guyun was full of disdain, thinking that Su Hong was crazy.

It would be fine if he didn't try to escape, but he actually dared to take his punch with his fist. What's the difference between this and seeking death? !

Seeing this, Ao Hai on the side even gave up the attack and put away his knife.

The next moment, the mace and the fist collided together!

Boom——

With a loud bang, the terrifying impact swept the whole place. A crack first appeared on the surrounding walls, and then quickly cracked.

"Huh!?"

Tang Guyun's face changed drastically. He felt that the mace seemed to hit a copper wall, and a terrifying force came from the fist!

The next moment, under this powerful impact, Tang Guyun's figure could not be controlled and flew backwards.

"What's the situation? Tang Guyun lost in strength!?" Ao Hai, who had just put the knife back into the sheath, suddenly widened his eyes to the extreme, his face full of disbelief.

At this time.

Tang Guyun, who flew backwards, stabilized his figure, fell to the ground and rolled a few times to relieve the force, and suddenly raised his head, his pupils vibrated violently!

With the body of the King of Strength, he still had an absolute advantage in realm, but in the end he was defeated head-on in strength.

Even... when he was holding a weapon, and the opponent was bare-handed!

Tang Guyun looked at Su Hong's fist in disbelief, only to find that the latter's fist only shed a few drops of blood, which was just a superficial injury!

"It actually made me bleed." Su Hong looked at the bloody fist and sighed sincerely: "You are strong enough."

Since awakening the Overlord Body, it has been a long time since a warrior of the same level could hurt his body.

Hearing this sincere praise, Tang Guyun was not happy at all.

His face turned extremely dark, what kind of words is this?

I used all my strength to hit you, and only made you bleed a few drops, is this called great strength?

Then what is your strength? Super strong!

"What kind of physique do you have!" Tang Guyun asked.

But Su Hong did not respond to his meaning, and now he has set off to kill the two.

"Fuck, Tang Guyun, don't stand there, stop him!"

Seeing Su Hong rushing towards him, Ao Hai's face turned green at that time.

His physical strength is not only comparable to Su Hong, but even Tang Guyun is many times stronger than him.

If Su Hong gets close to him, he may not be able to withstand a single punch.

"Fuck, I don't believe it."

Tang Guyun was dissatisfied and rushed forward again with a mace in hand.

This time, Su Hong's palm flashed with thunder and slapped it down suddenly.

Palm thunder!

This is the signature martial arts of Grandmaster Jiang Lin. Among the A-level thunder martial arts, it is the most powerful one.

Boom——

The moment Su Hong touched it, the mace rebounded quickly and hit Tang Guyun's face, who had not yet reacted.

The latter was hit so hard that he saw stars and retreated without hesitation.

At this time, Su Hong did not choose to chase, but his figure flew away like a ghost, came to a wall, and stretched out his hand to pull out the spear.

"With the strength of these two people, they can definitely hone my spear skills."

Su Hong thought so in his heart.

Whether it is Tang Guyun or Ao Hai, their strength is much stronger than the opponents he met in the virtual ladder.

Fighting against those people, his spear skills improved too slowly.

Since it was not easy to meet the two people joining forces this time, which could bring him a lot of pressure, Su Hong was not going to let go of this opportunity.

Although he seemed to be fighting easily just now, in fact, he had used all his strength in every punch and every palm.

But Tang Guyun was just knocked away and was not injured at all.

In terms of strength, except for Gu Huanhuan who he met in the ladder at that time, Tang Guyun was the strongest opponent Su Hong had ever met.

In terms of strength, he was just a little bit behind him who had the Overlord Body.

"What's going on? Just now was a good opportunity for him to chase, why did he give up and run to get a gun?"

Tang Guyun had recovered and felt very puzzled.

Ao Hai on the side also looked puzzled.

But at this moment.

Su Hong had already killed with a gun.

"Old Tang, you hold it!" Ao Hai shouted without hesitation.

"Fuck, you useless guy, except for using mental power to sneak attack, you are really useless!"

Tang Guyun picked up the mace and greeted it again with a curse.

But this time, Tang Guyun, who was confused about why Su Hong did not pursue, immediately got the answer.

This time, Su Hong's strength was obviously reduced.

Neither of them flew out, but became evenly matched in strength!

"This... Su Hong, are you using the two of us to hone your spear skills!?"

Tang Guyun was furious.

"This guy is really arrogant!"

Seeing that Tang Guyun did not fly out, Ao Hai immediately understood what Su Hong was doing, and his face flushed with anger.

What is this? Facing the joint efforts of the two of them, Su Hong not only did not go all out, but also wanted to use them as objects to hone his spear skills...

This is unreasonable! !

Tang Guyun and Ao Hai were both crazy, and the two began to launch a crazy attack on Su Hong.

Su Hong responded with a gun. After he no longer relied on brute force, but used his spear skills to fight back, facing the two people's violent offensive, Su Hong quickly fell into a disadvantage.

One minute later.

A reminder sounded in Su Hong's mind.

His marksmanship improved by 1%.

"Sure enough! This kind of stressful battle is the shortcut for me to improve my marksmanship!"

Su Hong's eyes lit up frighteningly.

With his marksmanship improved by 1%, Su Hong's gun speed only increased a little, and the pressure of facing the two people's attack was a little less than before.

Su Hong was dissatisfied when he found this, and he did not hesitate to restrain his strength again, trying his best to squeeze his potential.