Zheng Ming made a move, it can be said that the cloud is light and the wind is extremely light, compared to Long Yun and their mighty Ten Elephant Gathering Clock, I don't know how much softer, but the effect of Zheng Ming's shot is something that everyone present did not expect. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the disciples of Da Lun Mountain, seeing the scene in front of them, couldn't help but be overjoyed, this Da Lun Seven Sons is really not blowing, you see his careless appearance, just like a master who hides in the secret room on weekdays to practice, the treasure book is on the right, the secret book is on the left, the wind and water are up but the water does not leak, until a shot, only the stone is broken, and the skills are overwhelming!

One finger blocked all of Wan Jianyi's attacks, not to mention, and just one finger, he pulled Wan Jianyi's whole person into a black and white ball, this kind of means is really amazing!

Is this still a means of participating in the stars? Some of the gods almost shouted, for themselves, I'm afraid they don't have this kind of power.

Zheng Ming stood calmly, but his mind was paying attention to the Ten Thousand Swords in his Liangyi Dust Array, and the current Liangyi Dust Array, but with Zheng Ming's own refining of the Mixed Yuan One Qi Rune suppression, in this small dust, there is a desolate world.

Although this desolate world is not yet complete, although this desolate world is much worse than the Guiyuan Great World, according to Zheng Ming's estimate, it is not known whether he can trap the strong above the Divine Monarch with this hand, but Wan Jianyi is completely unable to come out.

When Wan Jianyi entered the desolate world surrounded by gray, he was still a little impatient, and the sharp sword in his hand was slashing wildly around.

But soon, Wan Jianyi became calm. As if nothing had happened, he sat quietly on a rock.

Kindness!

Although he was full of unhappiness with Wan Jianyi, Zheng Ming also had to admire this person's state of mind at this time.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour......

Although each of the martial artists present was able to sit for dozens of days at a time, the disciples of the Sword Sect were obviously impatient at this time.

Wan Jianyi was their senior brother, and they absolutely couldn't accept that their senior brother, who was basically invincible in their eyes, was actually defeated! Moreover, he was defeated at the hands of a person they had never thought of.

If it is Yan Zidian, this result may be acceptable.

"Zheng Ming, where is my nephew?" asked a god-forbidden powerhouse, holding a sharp sword, in a deep voice towards Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming hadn't said anything yet, Yan Zidian had already stepped forward and blocked Zheng Ming strictly, although Yan Zidian didn't say anything at this time, but he had already expressed his meaning with his own actions.

"Senior brother, it's okay!" Zheng Ming smiled at Yan Zidian, and then said lightly: "Master and nephew Wan are very good, I'll let him come out." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Ming flipped his hand, and the black and white ball of light flew out and broke open like an eggshell.

One by one, Wan Jian flew out of the separated two-colored ball of light, his eyes were like sharp swords, looking at Zheng Ming heavily.

Although at this time, the sword intent on his body was not weakened because of failure, but at this moment, he had no intention of challenging Zheng Ming.

"Thank you for your advice!" As soon as Wan Jian finished saying this, he slowly retreated, but when he retreated, Zheng Ming clearly saw a trace of pride in Wan Jianyi's eyes.

This is not the pride of defeat, but a kind of pride that belongs to the winner, looking at Wan Jianyi's appearance, Zheng Ming's heart rose with a different feeling.

This guy still has a back hand! This is the most intuitive feeling in Zheng Ming's heart, but Zheng Ming doesn't pay too much attention to this feeling.

Many geniuses have their own backhand, but these backhand, only after they are cast, will they know whose backhand is the real backhand.

"Master and nephew Wan have already instructed, I see that this master and nephew speak loudly, he must be a talent of the Sword Sect, please advise!" Zheng Ming said as he spoke, and said to a disciple of the Sword Sect whose eyes were full of jealousy.

Although that disciple was full of anger at Zheng Ming's defeat of Wan Jianyi, he was still quite self-aware. There is a big gap between him and Wan Jianyi, Wan Jianyi can't do it, and he can't do it himself.

And Huang Shulang and other elders of the Sword Sect, as well as the teachers of other sects of the Four Heavens and Nine Dao, naturally understood what Zheng Ming meant.

Just lost face in Dalun Mountain, Zheng Ming wants to get it back.

Looking at the majestic Zheng Ming, many people's hearts are full of strange feelings. Among them, Lu Feihong's feeling is the most special.

Because of his nephew's matter, Lu Feihong hated Zheng Ming to the bone, and this time he was ready to take advantage of Zheng Ming's opponent who had not fully grown up, and directly pit him to death in the chaotic void this time.

He is confident in this.

But now, the scene where Zheng Ming easily defeated Wan Jianyi made him inexplicably grow a thorn in his heart, and instinctively looked at the black-clothed man standing among the ordinary disciples of Liuhe Chong Xiaoguan.

The man in black seemed to have a sense of his gaze, coldly, but nodded firmly.

This nod immediately reassured him a lot.

At this moment, the Sword Sect disciple who was pointed by Zheng Ming finally rushed towards Zheng Ming, his speed was fast, and his sword was even faster.

Like the golden light of the rainbow in the sky, it slashed straight towards Zheng Ming. From this man's swordsmanship, one can feel the infinite battle intent.

It's just that although the man's fighting spirit is wild, compared with Zheng Ming, the gap is still too big, and it is still two black and white figures rushing out of Zheng Ming's body, and everyone still stretches out a finger.

The two fingers converged into a black and white ball, and then the disciple who was full of indomitable intent was trapped in the ball.

This time, Zheng Ming did not trap the disciple for a quarter of an hour like Wan Jianyi, after the man was trapped, he waved his sleeves and directly threw the man out of the trap.

The long-bodied Sword Gate man was angry, and he was about to rush towards Zheng Ming, but he was already stopped by Wan Jianyi.

"Don't go over, he has already shown mercy to your men!" Wan Jian patted the man and said in a deep voice.

Wan Jianyi's advice made the man's face extremely ugly, and just when the man retreated with a trace of chagrin and disobedience, Zheng Ming's gaze fell on a disciple of the Sword Sect again.

"This nephew, come on, come on, I'll guide you too!"

This time, Zheng Ming was chosen by a young man with a dignified appearance, and after hearing Zheng Ming's words, he rushed out as soon as possible.

It's a pity that although he rushed fast, that is, in an instant, he was imprisoned by Zheng Ming in the black and white orb, and then released it again.

"This nephew, it's your turn!" Zheng Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he provoked the disciples of the Sword Sect one by one. Although those disciples of the Sword Sect were full of hatred, at this time, they could only endure it.

Ten, twenty, thirty......

That is, a hundred fingers in a snap of time, the disciples of the Sword Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords have been locked up by Zheng Ming all over again, and many people are full of fear when they look at Zheng Ming.

This guy is simply a perverted maniac!

While thinking about this, Zheng Ming finally stopped. He smiled at Huang Shulang and said, "Senior Brother Huang, you disciples of the Sword Sect, I have already instructed you just now, I don't know if Senior Brother Huang would like you to let me teach you?"

Zheng Ming's tone was light and very peaceful, but pulling together with the disciple who had just challenged Dalun Mountain by Wan Jianyi made all the disciples of the Sword Sect have a feeling that they can't raise their heads.

It's too embarrassing, this time, they didn't lose ordinarily miserable, in front of countless strong people, they were embarrassed and thrown to their grandmother's house.

This kind of humiliation makes them extremely uncomfortable, but in this case, they still can't get angry.

After all, the first to provoke was Wan Jianyi of their Sword Gate.

"What kind of means is that Uncle Ancestor, it's really amazing!" Qing Yue stood beside Yan Zidian and asked softly.

Yan Zidian shook his head, if he knew what kind of means it was, he would have to learn it well, but unfortunately, he didn't know it at all.

But as a senior uncle, Yan Zidian couldn't let a junior feel ignorant no matter what, he said softly: "This is your Zheng Shizu's great magical power, and if you behave well in the future, maybe I can teach it to you." ”

Just as the two of them were talking, they heard someone say sharply: "Zheng Ming, you have defeated a few junior disciples of our Sword Sect, what are you arrogant, today my Sun Shufeng will meet you for a while!"

With these words, a crimson sword light turned into a round of red sun in the void and fell directly towards Zheng Ming.

Sun Shufeng, the fifth-rank god forbidden powerhouse of the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Pillar, although at this time, the Great Dao retreated for 30,000 miles, but Sun Shufeng's shot was still imposing.

The rolling red sun concealed endless sword intent flames, and between the falls, there was a kind of strength that blocked the void.

It's a pity that Sun Shufeng met Zheng Ming, a divine forbidden martial artist without the power of the Great Dao, in Zheng Ming's opinion, it is just a little bit stronger than an ordinary Star Participating Realm powerhouse.

So he didn't even move, and the black and white figures rushed out, and in the void again, a ball of light condensed.

Sun Shufeng's scorching sun, everything about Sun Shufeng, fell into this black and white ball of light, and all of them dissipated.

For Sun Shufeng, Zheng Ming did not release it immediately, but after waiting for five minutes, he smiled and said: "Senior Brother Sun can't come out by himself, I'll let him come out and rest for a while!"

As he spoke, he clicked the black and white ball of light, and Sun Shufeng suddenly got out of the ball of light.

However, this Sun Shufeng was not as good as Wan Jian and others, after failing, he left immediately, and after he swept Zheng Ming fiercely, he suddenly rushed towards Zheng Ming as fast as lightning.

This rush was incredibly fast, it was like lightning rushing to Zheng Ming's approach, and the sword light was like a match, slashing down heavily towards Zheng Ming's body.

From this sword, it is enough to see that Sun Shufeng really moved with killing intent.

However, just when Sun Shufeng was about to approach Zheng Ming, the two figures behind Zheng Ming rushed out again, and with a wave of their hands, a layer of black and white light directly submerged Sun Shufeng in it.

There is no sword light as fast as a shock, and there is no Sun Shufeng, only Zheng Ming, standing there proudly.

"Senior brothers of the Sword Sect, who else, just come!"