Zheng Ming just now, in the eyes of everyone, was a ridiculous teenager, but Zheng Ming at this moment, in their eyes, was as heroic as a god.

He held a wooden stick, sat down on the black bull, and held Fu Yuqing in front of him, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a rush, but the two shots he just fired made many people feel cold.

These two shots are extremely simple, but they have a momentum of indomitable and victorious battles.

Under this momentum, many people are discouraged. They even felt that under Zheng Ming's figure that was not high, but was like a mountain, they were too far behind.

Ji Kongyou looked at Zheng Ming, her eyes flashed with a hint of different color, if in the past, Ji Kongyou didn't take Zheng Ming to heart at all, then now, she feels that Zheng Ming can talk to her on an equal footing.

How could this teenager become so strong.

Zheng Ming had no time to delay, he used Li Ruohai's hero card, and he could only use it for twenty minutes.

During this time, he wanted to rush out with Fu Yuqing, so he didn't stop at all, urged the black bull, and said to leave quickly.

The momentum of the black bull soared at this moment, it seemed to sense the heroic spirit revealed on Zheng Ming's body, and on the swarthy body, a feeling like a mountain also rose at this moment.

Black bull gallops, crazy forward!

When Zheng Ming rushed to a strong man with a big knife in his hand, the big man reacted, but before he could raise the big knife in his hand, Zheng Ming's wooden stick had already directly knocked him out.

"He's only one man, we can't let him run!" someone shouted.

Someone even said sharply: "His special method will not last long, everyone will drag him!"

More than a dozen warriors armed with knives surrounded Zheng Ming from all directions. The knives and guns in their hands, at this moment, are even more merciless.

Seven or eight knives that often had three or four feet of swords all slashed towards Zheng Ming and the black bull, and these swords showed that the person who shot it. They are all nine-rank and eight-rank warriors.

The swords of these people are violent, if they are slashed by these swords, not to mention Zheng Ming, even the black bull will be difficult to survive.

The black bull let out a bull roar, and Zheng Ming, who was on the back of the bull, sent dozens of robberies in a row. The rain and wind in the midst of the hundred blows of the prairie were displayed by Zheng Ming in an instant.

Countless spear tips, in the void, are like a raging storm. Stabbed at those who rushed at him.

All the people who rushed to Zheng Ming, in the face of the crazy guns, their faces changed greatly, and many people counterattacked at this moment.

However, just when they were on the defensive, they found their own vital point. Has been struck with a stick. And the invisible tip of the spear pierced the bodies of many people in an instant.

Shot. Death!

More than a dozen figures fell in the midst of the guns, their eyes were full of horror, and the blades in their hands gave this extremely violent shot. Directly stabbed into pieces.

The gun was retracted by Zheng Ming behind him again, and at this moment, most of the wooden stick in Zheng Ming's hand was already stained red with blood.

Although there is no Zhangji, it is a red gun!

Blood was pouring from the dozen corpses that had fallen to the ground. Constant flow.

Under one blow, more than a dozen people died, and among these people who died, there were ninth-rank martial artists and eighth-rank martial artists!

The death of these people made everyone look at the look of the young man riding on the bull, and they were even more afraid.

Fu Yuqing's palm quietly held the colorful ancient sword, but a trace of sweat appeared in her palm at this moment.

If she wants to kill all these people, she Fu Yuqing can't do it, but if she wants to kill these people with a wooden stick like Zheng Ming, Fu Yuqing feels that she can't do it.

However, what he couldn't do, Zheng Ming did it easily.

She sat in front of Zheng Ming, and at this moment, an incomparable sense of security filled her heart.

The feeling of being nestled next to a mountain just now reappeared, and this feeling became even more firm.

At this moment, at this moment, I am nestled next to the mountain.

The black bull rushed forward, and the people who had been shocked by Zheng Ming began to retreat unconsciously. Although they thought that their martial arts skills were stronger than those who died under Zheng Ming's wooden stick, they were not much stronger in their consciousness.

What's more, at this time, Zheng Ming, although he carried his red wooden stick diagonally behind him, it gave people a feeling that he could explode at any time.

Burning the Plains - No Guns!

didn't shoot, but he could shoot at will anytime and anywhere, at this moment, the people who looked at Zheng Ming felt a pressure rise in their hearts.

"You can't let him go, if you let him escape, you will all die!" a hysterical cheer sounded in the empty mountain.

It was Zhu Yunhong who shouted, and Zhu Yunhong at this time looked at Zheng Ming's gaze, not only with a trace of fear, but also with jealousy.

Deeply jealous, over the years, he has always been in love with Fu Yuqing, but he has never been fond of Fu Yuqing.

But now, Fu Yuqing, who was being held in Zheng Ming's arms, had his eyes lowered, with such a delicate look, which made him extremely jealous.

How he hoped that this person who was holding Fu Yuqing and urging the horse to fight would be himself. But in this matter, he ended up playing a role that he hated himself.

This time, if Fu Yuqing is not left, then I am afraid that in the future, it will be difficult to leave Fu Yuqing.

And in his roar, three figures finally rushed out from the crowd, these three figures were not tall, and their thin bodies were like spirit monkeys.

The moment the three of them flew out, six water-splitting Emei thorns stabbed down towards Zheng Ming from three directions, upper, middle and lower.

Six water-splitting Emei thorns, with a gray shadow!

"Snow Lake Sanjiao!" Seeing these three people make a move, someone shouted in surprise.

Zheng Ming, the three Jiao of Snow Lake, didn't understand, but Fu Yuqing, who was beside him, said with a sigh of relief at this moment: "Three Jiao of Snow Lake are three brothers, and their cultivation has reached the seventh grade. ”

"The three of them are good at joining forces to attack, the legend of the three of them is a water stabbing method, which is derived from an ancient spear fragment, although the three of them only got the rough outline of this spear method, but the three of them joined forces to perform ......"

Fu Yuqing's words were not finished, and the red spear in Zheng Ming's hand had already skyrocketed.

The spear was in the void, divided into three, the last to come first, and each shot was pierced at the center of the eyebrows of the three Jiao of the Snow Lake.

Under one blow, the Snow Lake Sanjiao, who can fight six grades, died.

The death of these three people shocked the people present even more than the dozen or so people just now.

Among the people gathered by Ji Kongyou, the Snow Lake Sanjiao is not the strongest existence, but among all of them, they can definitely be called the strongest.

If the Snow Lake Sanjiao were killed in an ordinary fight, the people present, although shocked, would not be so frightened as they are now.

It's fear!

Everyone was afraid of the death of the Snow Lake Sanjiao, because the Snow Lake Sanjiao didn't have time to react at all in this competition, and was killed with one shot.

And from Zheng Ming's blow just now, many people felt the fierceness of Zheng Ming's marksmanship, which made people tremble without a fight.

The speed of the black bull is accelerating, but in an instant, Zheng Ming's figure has rushed out of more than 20 zhang. At this moment, Ji Kongyou completely woke up from the shock.

She looked at Zheng Ming, who was urging the cow away, and a trace of confusion rose in her eyes, this confusion was too rare for people like Ji Kongyou.

But then, this confusion disappeared cleanly in Ji Kongyou's eyes, and she shouted into the void in a deep voice: "Fly together!"

A hundred rounds of flying together is Guo Qianshan's trick, even if they are masters of the four grades, it is difficult to break through the formation of this hundred rounds of flying together.

Now, Ji Kongyou directly uses a hundred rounds to fly together.

Under Ji Kongyou's shouts, Guo Qianshan and other strong men of thousands of mountains rose into the air almost at the same time, and they gathered into a half-moon form in the void.

They were originally in front of Zheng Ming, and now, they are directly sniping Zheng Ming.

The other masters who had already begun to flock to Zheng Ming, at this moment, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Then these people, one by one, frantically dodged.

Sometimes, there is even an opponent who is not killed, but his own people die under the hundred rounds of flying together.

Fu Yuqing's eyes also flashed a trace of seriousness, Zheng Ming's violent red gun just now made her feel extremely safe, but now, what they have to face is a hundred rounds of flying.

It can deal with the hundred rounds of the four-grade master.

"Brother Ming, leave me alone, these hundred rounds are flying together......"

Before Fu Yuqing's words were finished, Zheng Ming said in a deep voice: "You just sit down, I have other things!"

"Senior sister, you can't fly a hundred wheels together, Miss Yuqing is right in front of that kid, if you fly a hundred wheels together, then Miss Yuqing's safety will not be guaranteed!" Zhu Yunhong looked at the thirty-six strong men who rose into the air, and shouted loudly.

Ji Kongyou didn't pay attention to Zhu Yunhong at all, but her indifferent appearance already showed that she had murderous intentions.

This time, whether it was Zheng Ming or Fu Yuqing, she was not ready to let the two of them escape.

Zhu Yunhong understood what Ji Kongyou meant, he rubbed his hands, and shouted loudly at Zheng Ming: "The thief surnamed Zheng, you have to die yourself, don't pull Fairy Fu, your current cultivation can't rush to a hundred rounds at all." ”

"It's a man, you put Fairy Fu down, and then you go to break through the big array of hundreds of flying wheels by yourself. ”

For Zhu Yunhong's loud shouting, Zheng Ming just didn't hear it, at this moment, he felt that his heart was full of pride, between heaven and earth, as long as anyone who intervened and blocked his path, he would be picked up with one shot.

At this moment, he understood that his heart not only had his own consciousness, but was also full of domineering pride that belonged to Li Ruohai.

"Hundreds of wheels fly, slash!" A roar came out of Guo Qianshan's mouth, and with this shout, thirty-six silver wheels flew out from the hands of thirty-six strong men at the same time. (To be continued.) )

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