The Saint bit his lower lip gently. She was not very worried about Li Yifei. She just saw that he was hardened a few times and felt a little uncomfortable. However, if he was single, he would not stop him.

"Persevere, Satan's crazy transformation will pass, and his eyes are no longer so red. As long as you survive, you will be the one who wins." The saint said in her heart. She couldn't speak out to remind Li Yifei about anything, she could only think about it in her heart.

Hatoyama showed joy on his face. Although he was respected as the Master of **, he actually did not have much advanced Buddhist cultivation. It was just because of his strong strength and powerful murder, and others had to accept it. Japan is also a country that respects the strong, so he naturally respects Hatoyama. Of course, Hatoyama was very happy to see Li Yifei suffer. Even if Satan could not kill Li Yifei, he would find an opportunity to kill this person in a while.

Even if you turn against China and make enemies with the saint.

In theory, the Saint is the representative of the strength of the United States. Although the jihadist organizations and the government do not deal with it very well, if the country has something to do, it will also defend the U country. Strictly speaking, it is a person on the side of the country. The Japanese government represented by Hatoyama is backed by the United States. Hatoyama was confronted with the Saint at this time, which was quite courageous.

Omba blew a breath, feeling a little distracted. Her fighting style was also as wild as Satan, she could hardly defend and attack. So when she saw Satan fighting like this, she admired him a little, but it was only a little bit. Omba still wanted to kill Satan.

In the venue, Satan did not leave Li Yifei much rest time, but only let him take a few breaths. After stopping for three or five seconds, he rushed up again.

After more than twenty consecutive fights, Li Yifei's true energy was a little unable to be connected, and Satan's eyes on the opposite side had recovered a lot. He seemed to be a little more awake, gritted his teeth and punched Li Yifei.

Li Yifei was solemnly shocked. Although he was still three meters away, Li Yifei instinctively felt the danger.

This punch could not be handled head-on. Li Yifei reminded himself that he wanted to avoid it, but found that he seemed to be locked.

What trick is this? Li Yifei only felt that he could only see the huge fist in front of him, as if the other spaces were blocked. The fist became bigger and bigger and soon broke into Li Yifei.

Satan roared wildly and shouted, "Eat me a punch!"

This punch contained all the power of Satan, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on it, making people breathless. Not only Li Yifei felt this way, but even the people around him felt extremely depressed. Some people couldn't help but bend down, looking like they couldn't bear it.

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

No one can tell that Satan is about to end his strength, but the madness in the end is also shocking enough. Li Yifei seemed to be unprepared and was plotted by Satan. If this punch was smashed down, Li Yifei might lose.

Satan, whose eyes became clearer and clearer, also calculated that his crazyness this time was indeed unable to remain awake, which was also the price for his improvement. When he was more awake, he realized that he would not use a killer move, and then there would be no chance. Therefore, he could only count you as Li Yifei once.

This time the calculation was successful, at least now, and Li Yifei had no choice but to avoid it. This punch seemed to come from heaven and earth, giving Li Yifei a feeling that he could not hide wherever he hid. This is a very difficult feeling, but if there is a way, Li Yifei would not surrender.

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

"Just beat him to death!" Kuriyama couldn't help but shout out loud. The old guy was looking forward to Li Yifei's death.

Although this sentence attracted many people to look at him, the five people from the Phantom Squad stared at him, as if they wanted to eat people, Hatoyama didn't care at all. As long as Li Yifei died, what could these five people do to him?

Gan Ma also opened his eyes and looked at Li Yifei.

At this time, Li Yifei was like a small boat driving on the sea. He happened to be unlucky to encounter a storm. The crazy waves would push the boat down at any time. Satan's punch was not fast, but after Satan's madness, his power was concentrated and his power was amazing. If Li Yifei did not avoid and was hit, today's battle might be over.

No, I can't lose, I can't lose! Li Yifei is not that he can't afford to lose, but that he cannot lose. He represents not only his own honor and disgrace, but also the honor of the country. Compared with the former, the former is secondary.

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

The two fists collided with each other, and Li Yifei's knees ushered in huge strength. His body bent a lot in an instant, but his waist was straight. His legs were bent, his trouser legs were cracked, and his shoes rubbed against the ground, causing an unpleasant smell of glue. In fact, Li Yifei's feet had broken the rock and stepped in directly.

But he held Satan's punch.

Huh, many people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They were nervous. Unexpectedly, Li Yifei could catch such a punch. Although he was a little embarrassed, although...

No! Wait, this punch is not over yet, the Satanist is still in the air, the punch continues to go down, his figure seems to be a punch, this punch is both his fist and his entire body, and Li Yifei pushed out both fists, which seem to be two fists, but in fact it is like a big palm, and it is also a palm that forms the whole person.

He was pushing Satan outward, but Satan's fists still exuded a fierce attack.

People seemed to hear a sneer, like the sound of the wind blowing, or like... the layer of vague gas outside the two bodies collided and rubbed out.

Li Yifei resisted with difficulty. He was below, stretching out his hands and holding Satan like a mountain. At this moment, Satan weighed ten thousand pounds, and Li Yifei's bones were creaking, as if they would be crushed at any time.

His feet were pressed into the stone one millimeter, one millimeter. Oh no, it should be said that it was the debris of the stone. The stones were trampled into pieces by him. Every inch he stepped on, one inch of the stone was shattered into powder.
Chapter completed!