Although Zhao Wuhui looked domineering without Jing Yunfei's attack, the mystery in it was even higher than Jing Yunfei.

It's a pity that he met Zheng Ming, who had cultivated the Dao Heart Demon Dafa, and under the quick calculation of the demon seed, Zheng Ming instantly found the flaw in Zhao Wuhui's sword, and then the sword light flashed and slashed directly at Zhao Wuhui's body.

After the sword, Zhao Wuhui died!

Zhao Wuhui and Jing Yunfei can be said to be the top existences in this group, but neither of them had time to exert their due strength, so they were buried under Zheng Ming's sword.

Those who rushed towards Zheng Ming, although they already had the determination to die, but seeing the two leaders die in Zheng Ming's hands like this, it still made their courage chill.

The blue electric sword in Zheng Ming's hand formed a cyan ball of light outside his body, knocking those hidden weapons of different sizes to the side.

With the flash of Zheng Ming's sword light, many people who rushed towards Zheng Ming died under Zheng Ming's sword.

"Zheng Ming, I'll fight with you!" With an angry shout, Bai Fuwan, who looked a little shaky, suddenly threw a punch at Zheng Ming.

The moment this punch burst out, Bai Yuwan gave people a feeling of powerlessness, but Zheng Ming's Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa instantly felt a dangerous attack at this moment. And this sense of danger is very strong.

Zheng Ming was not careless, but he was even more careful at this time, and the green electric sword in his hand waved, and the angry wind swept the willows, and he shot back towards the white evening.

When the angry wind blew Liu and Bai Fuwan's fist were about to come into contact, Bai Fuwan's fist changed suddenly, and Zheng Ming felt that he was in front of him. Suddenly, more than a dozen fists appeared. Coming towards him from all directions.

These fists. The converging fist wind instantly shrouded a radius of two zhang.

The fist wind is whistling, the stele is cracked, and the martial artists below the ninth rank have no ability to dodge under this whistling fist wind.

The spiritual power formed by the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa allowed Zheng Ming to sense the gaps between these fist winds, but sensing it was one thing. It is not easy to quickly overcome the shroud of these fist styles.

Zheng Ming's brows furrowed, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air, rushing towards Bai Fuwan's left side, although he grasped the opportunity, but when he rushed to Bai Fuwan's left three feet position, he was still hit by a scattered fist wind.

This blow made Zheng Ming couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.

However, at this time, the long sword in Zheng Ming's hand also stabbed towards Bai Huiwan's neck. In an instant, the Qingdian Sword was like a long rainbow. It stabbed Bai Fuwan in the neck.

Because the Wind Sword Technique was integrated into the true intent of the fast sword, although Bai Yuwan desperately dodged, he was still left a deep mark on the erection neck by the Qingdian Sword.

However, just when Zheng Ming was about to kill Bai Fuwan with a sword, Bai Fuwan's palm was tightly grasped on the Qingdian Sword.

This grasp made Zheng Ming's Qingdian Sword difficult to move.

Although Zheng Ming has a special physique, and his internal qi is far superior to that of a martial artist of the same level, in the face of the existence of the peak of the seventh rank such as Bai Huiwan, it is not a little worse.

However, at this moment, Zheng Ming's eyes were staring at Bai Huiwan's palm, because at this moment, there was no blood stain on Bai Huiwan's palm.

The Qingdian Sword in Zheng Ming's hand is an eight-grade blade, although it is only the lowest-level eight-grade blade, and it is not something that ordinary people can grasp with their hands.

But now, Bai Fuwan not only grabbed it, but Bai Fuwan's palm still had no traces of injury, and he urged the Qingdian Sword in his hand, wanting to take the opportunity to cut off Bai Fuwan's arm.

But Bai Fuwan's arm gave him the feeling that it was a huge kraft candy with incomparably strong tenacity, and Zheng Ming had no way to cut him apart at all.

Zheng Ming knows the sharpness of the Qingdian Sword, and it can be achieved Now, with the sharpness of the Qingdian Sword, Zheng Ming can't even break Bai Huiwan's palm.

Could it be that Bai Fuwan has also practiced exercises such as the vajra cover, and his attainments in this kind of exercise are far above himself.

However, at this time, there was no time for Zheng Ming to think, and Bai Huiwan's seemingly rough face showed a smile at this time.

This was a smug smile, and with this smile, Bai Yuwan's other palm converged into a fist and hit Zheng Ming heavily.

At the same time, those who followed Bai Weiwan to attack Zheng Ming also rose into the air one by one at this time and launched their own attacks towards Zheng Ming.

The long sword in his hand was locked, and dozens of thoughts flashed in Zheng Ming's heart in an instant, and in the end, he still chose to click on a hero card in his heart.

However, this hero card does not belong to Ye Gucheng, but to Zhao Zhijing, who is known as the first person of the third generation.

With Zhao Zhijing's hero card being urged, Zheng Ming felt that a mellow internal qi rose in his body. Although this internal qi seems to be inferior to the internal qi formed by his own red sunshine in terms of quality, in terms of thickness, this internal qi is at least ten times stronger than the internal qi of the red sunshine Daqian.

In the face of Bai Huiwan's fist, Zheng Ming's heart also appeared in various ways to deal with it, the most powerful of which was a kind of three-flower gathering palm.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Ming waved his hand towards the white fist.

Bai Fuwan didn't expect that Zheng Ming would actually pick up his fist at this moment, but after a moment of shock, there was a hint of smugness on his face.

In Bai Huiwan's opinion, although Zheng Ming's internal qi far surpasses that of his peers, it is still a lot worse than himself, and the result of his internal qi is that Zheng Ming is looking for death by himself.

And once Zheng Ming's internal qi is injured, then he will die.

Jing Yunfei died, Zhao Wuhui also died, and he killed Zheng Ming, so no one competed with him for the credit of killing Zheng Ming at this time.

Not only will the pills promised by the Medicine King Pavilion fall into their own hands, but these poisoned people can also be reorganized by themselves if they give them a little sweetness.

But at the moment when the two palms collided together, Bai Yuwan felt a mellow internal qi directly crashing into his body.

Although he had also cultivated the strong internal qi kung fu, under the impact of this internal qi, he felt that his eyes were dark.

And the palm that originally grabbed the Qingdian Sword was even more loose at this moment.

Although Zhao Zhijing's personality is not very good, his sense of battle is extremely strong, Zheng Ming has integrated Zhao Zhijing's consciousness at this time, and naturally he will not let go of such an important opportunity.

The green electric sword flickered, and directly cut off Bai Yuwan's head.

Bai Xuanwan's death, for those who were already poisoned, was undoubtedly the last straw in their hearts, and several warriors who had rushed to Zheng Ming's body saw Zheng Ming swinging their swords and fled quickly one by one.

However, the medicinal effect of the colorless soft tendon powder has gradually been exerted, and even if they are strong in raising their true qi, it is not of much use.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people were killed on the spot by Zheng Ming.

"Zheng Gongzi spares his life!" A martial artist looked at Zheng Ming, who was holding a long sword and came slowly, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Zheng Ming didn't care about these pleas, since these people had the intention of killing themselves in exchange for the reward of the Medicine King Pavilion, then they had to have the intention of being killed by themselves.

Therefore, Zheng Ming's sword did not stop at all.

"Brush, brush!" Zheng Ming swung out seven swords in a row, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi was more than half a zhang long, and the martial artist who was shrouded in this sword qi was instantly killed on the spot.

"Zheng Gongzi, you spare my life, I have a big secret to tell you, do you know why that Bai Hui will not be afraid of your long sword?" A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, seeing that Zheng Ming had come to him with a sword, immediately shouted loudly at Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming, who was about to swing the True Sword Technique, slowly stopped, for him, he was really curious about why Bai Fuwan had such a method.

"Zheng Gongzi, as long as you promise to spare me from dying, I will tell you about this matter, and there is a big chance in this. The man saw that Zheng Ming had stopped his steps, and immediately said boldly.

Zheng Ming frowned, glanced at the people around him who were already half dead, and then said, "As long as what you say is valuable, I can spare you from dying." ”

"Zheng Gongzi, that Bai Huiwan once entered the tomb of a first-class powerhouse by chance. The man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, said loudly to Zheng Ming.

A strong person, in the Great Jin Dynasty, the current strong person can be said to be a handful, and the joy and anger of a strong person can be more related to the rise and fall of the dynasty.

And where the first-grade strong man was buried after his death is rarely recorded, let alone entering the tomb of the first-grade strong.

It's too late, and it's really fateful.

According to Bai Fuwan, although he had only just entered the periphery of the tomb of the first-grade powerhouse, he had obtained an amazing treasure, that is, the character gloves that he was now wearing on his hands. ”

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man saw Zheng Ming groaning at this time, and continued to say to Zheng Ming.

Character gloves, the one who blocked his eight-grade treasure blade just now, turned out to be a human skin glove, how is this possible?

Zheng Ming couldn't believe that this was true, but the man's next words made Zheng Ming's suspicions disappear a lot: "Zheng Gongzi, according to legend, as long as a martial artist's cultivation reaches a level, his body will be reborn by True Qi, not to mention that their muscles and bones are different from those of us, even their skin and flesh have become extremely strong. ”

"Even if a first-rank powerhouse stands there, without urging the true qi, and allows us to slash their bodies with a blade below the fifth grade, it won't leave any traces on their skin. ”

Moreover, this kind of tenacity will not disappear with the death of a strong person. Bai Fuwan's hands were covered with human skin gloves made from the skin peeled off the palm of a first-class powerhouse. ”

The skin and flesh of a first-grade strong man can be so strong, Zheng Ming has always only had a vague impression of a first-grade strongman, but now, listening to the words of this sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man, his yearning for a first-grade product can't help but increase by nine points.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Ming waved his hand at the man: "Take off that human leather glove for me." (To be continued.) )

PS: The third is presented, please have a lot of monthly passes!