Moon Creek Treasure Water, Feng Long's Seven Years!

Clang! Clang! Clang! The train was still running, and it naturally gave off rhythmic clattering sounds.

At that moment, Feng Long came striding over, merging his footsteps with the train's noise and making it sound like war drums heralding an army's advance.

In an instant, the distance of more than ten meters vanished.

The two fought bare-handed. Their four ordinary flesh-and-blood arms collided with a sound like clashing metal! "Wind Sends Purple Haze!"

"Jade Dragon From Beyond the Heavens!"

Two deep roars rang out almost simultaneously.

But after their fists and feet clashed for the second time, Su Mo's expression suddenly changed. He forcibly twisted his body and barely escaped Feng Long's palm, which darted out like a venomous snake.

"Damn it. Feng Long's current moves have actually made up for some of the flaws in the Su Family Spear, making them much smoother."

"Meanwhile, my moves are still the original version. I never improved them."

"If this continues, and I keep fighting him this way, I'll definitely lose!"

The moves both men were using now basically fell within the scope of the Su Family Spear.

The difference was that Feng Long's version had been improved countless times over eight years in the wasteland. It was an updated version.

Su Mo, on the other hand, was still using the version he had originally created himself.

By comparison, with no physical advantage and his techniques countered, the outcome seemed to have lost all suspense.

Sure enough, after more than ten exchanges,

even though Su Mo defended himself flawlessly, constantly shifting and dodging around the carriage, Feng Long still found an opening and reached through his defensive circle.

Swish! His fingertips grazed Su Mo's blocking left arm before suddenly pulling and yanking.

Having lost his balance, Su Mo could only roll along