Ai Xi's reminder was not timely, but as soon as the words fell, Wen Yiming burst out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At a distance of twenty meters, under Wen Yiming's current super physique, he can completely exert his full force and extreme speed. Since swallowing the Shadow Emperor's heart marrow and inadvertently stimulating teleportation, his speed has been increased again, and after this period of recuperation and recovery, his body alone has truly entered a state of perfection that could not be more perfect.

Even if you don't have the blessing of true qi, you can't break out in eight steps to catch the cicada, and the distance of twenty meters is not a problem at all.

Le Haoqi heard Ai Xi's urgent reminder, and he also felt the thunderous momentum of Wen Yiming after his roar, and the fury mixed with death made him shudder.

The most competent long sword was in Le Qianwen's hand, and it was too late at this time, so he tried his best to calm down and instantly retreated, and he also took out a heavy sword from the storage belt.

He knew very well that the thin long sword used for defense at this time was too much of a loss, and the light purple long stick in the opponent's hand was obviously not an ordinary ordinary blade.

It wasn't that Le Haoqi didn't want to dodge, but the speed of the other party was beyond his normal cognition.

As soon as the heavy knife was sacrificed, he didn't even have time to run the true qi, the strength of the stick wind had already hit, he swore that he didn't think about letting this move and passively defend, at this moment, he wanted to violate the agreement, but the situation did not allow him to think about it more.

As soon as the purple mang came out, the sweeping stick momentum of the thousands of armies was already rushing to the chest.

Wen Yiming didn't burst out with gunshot, he was afraid that he would trigger his true qi, but the moment he took out the stick, he felt a thought like a blood-colored blade, and a will to kill poured into the long stick.

No one noticed that at the moment Wen Yiming took out the stick, a small blood-colored flame flashed in the center of his eyebrows.

The purple mist in the stick wind rendered a dazzling scene, but the killing intent in it carried a dead air, forming a huge contrast.

Between the two, it was as if it smelled blood.

"It's not !! good"

The octogenarian old man on the third floor of the Wenxuan Hall had already changed his expression and disappeared at the moment when Wen Yiming rushed forward.

It was two hundred meters away from the metal ring, and the afterimage left by the old man in the same place had not disappeared, and the person had already shot into the ring.

Wen Yiming had a lesson from Qiu and Tao in the ring duel, he did not have a fluke mentality, especially on someone else's home field, so when he launched an offensive, he had turned on the aura of concentration to the limit.

Xiu Wei was promoted to the third layer of the samurai, and the limit range of the aura had been increased to two hundred meters.

When Wen Yiming fluctuated together, his heart was already cold, and he couldn't help but be ruthless secretly.

Even if it's death! Lao Tzu has to pull a cushion on his back.

'Bang!'

Two drops of essence blood exploded in succession in the Spirit Ruins space. Almost at the same time, the figure was already close in front of him, which shocked Wen Yiming to the extreme.

At this time, Wen Yiming's murderous aura skyrocketed, and a death will to drink blood instantly merged with a faint death aura.

'Khoo!'

A sharp blade out of its sheath buzzed in Wen Yiming's body, and everyone found at this moment that Wen Yiming's body was filled with a faint layer of crimson mist.

Especially the distant spectators standing on the third floor of the Wenxuan Palace, there seemed to be a momentary illusion in their eyes, and they only felt that Wen Yiming seemed to be frozen in the picture of a rapid charge, like a murderous sword.

"Puff~~~!"

The loud noise shook the eardrums of everyone in the audience.

At the last moment, the old man leaned out and caught Wen Yiming's thunderous stick.

The stick stopped, dangerously on Le Haoqi's chest.

The purple mist had a faint crimson color, and at this moment, the shock waves intersecting with the sticks and palms rushed out in all directions, forming a purple-red qi wave with a radius of ten meters.

'Bang!', Le Haoqi, who didn't have time to lift his true qi, was shaken out ten meters by the wave of qi on his chest, and the clothes on his chest turned into shreds, and several staggered blood marks appeared on the exposed skin.

Le Haoqi was not shocked by this, he was shocked that the Great Elder, who rarely showed up, was so shocked that his body shook a little, and even raised his toes slightly, almost taking a step back.

And in the next scene, he almost couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

He found that the palm that the Great Elder had withdrawn, behind his back, had actually leached a trace of blood from the white sleeved robe.

Only at this moment did he understand how violent and fierce Fang Caiwen Yiming's stick was. If the Great Elder didn't make a move, he believed that before he had time to use his true qi, he would be swept into two pieces by Wen Yiming with a stick, or it would be possible for his chest to explode in an instant.

Le Haoqi looked at Wen Yiming's gaze, and his eyes were discouraged.

One stick, without using his true qi, he didn't have the qualifications to connect to the next one, just the qi wave generated by the shock wave, knocking him ten meters away.

All thoughts are gone! Le Haoqi's eyes have lost their sparkle.

He didn't know that he was a little bit of a bull, not to mention Wen Yiming's calculation of him in terms of strategy, just because the Great Elder had just caught Wen Yiming's stick, he had increased the strength of that shock wave by more than five times, it was not a simple superposition.

Even Wen Yiming himself didn't understand what was going on with some of the abnormal movements that happened in his body just now, and why he burst out with such violent energy.

Wen Yiming was not comfortable, the release of the battle howl instantly exploded two drops of essence blood, and the will that erupted from the blood-colored blade in his body almost drained all his spiritual power.

The shock of his and the old man's combined efforts shook his arms into countless interlaced wounds, and the unbearable blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, all dripping on his chest and sliding down, with the marks on his body that were already scars, like a Shura warrior.

Everyone in the audience fell into a state of stupor, and the previous clamor looked lonely after being stunned.

When the Great Elder took the baton, the scene of his body shaking was obvious to all.

With such explosive power, it was so fierce that it was unspeakable, and the other party was just an ant in their mouth, a samurai third-layer mole ant.

The first person of the younger generation of Moxiang Shuxuan is not the first general of the third layer of this warrior, and he even needs the action of the Great Elder to save his life.

There was a hot feeling on their faces, as if they had been slapped by Wen Yiming in turn.

What conceded ten moves, what hand-to-hand opponents, what mannerisms? Under this stick it was so ridiculous that they were embarrassed.

Everyone remembered Wen Yiming's sentence before he made a move, which they thought was extremely ridiculous and hateful.

'Let the ants tell you today that another function of dignity --- trampled on by me!'

As soon as Le Qianwen thought of this, he felt powerless, such an enemy reminded him of the blind monk Li Qing, who was also desperate, so desperate that he couldn't see the dawn.

The only thing that was a little calmer was Ai Xi, but only a little.

She estimated that the scale of victory might be biased in favor of Wen Yiming, but at this moment, she realized that there was no weight at Le Haoqi's end, and a defeat was not enough to describe.

Dongfang Zhiyu's beautiful eyes flashed with amazement, and her heart was also shaken. Looking at Wen Yiming's gaze was quite complicated, even if she listed 10,000 endings, she didn't expect it to be so shocking.

He really has the qualifications to be proud, Dongfang Zhiyu said in his heart. However, he was even more disgusted with Wen Yiming's mentality and style of doing things.

She had already understood Wen Yiming's calculations before this. In Dongfang Zhiyu's heart, this person is too treacherous, has the style of a gentleman, and is narrow-minded, and will kill people if he disagrees.

In her opinion, if this person is the heir of the master of the Creative Arts Pavilion, it will be the misfortune of Moxiang Shuxuan and Qiqingfang. At this moment, she was even more determined to cancel Wen Yiming's candidacy for the head of the cabinet.

Even if it's to pay her hard-won 'hole cards'!

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