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Sima Yuntian and Wu Ming looked at each other from a distance of two feet.

The sky was overcast and drizzling, and the Honglan martial arts field gradually quieted down.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the two people on the fighting platform, because if Wu Ming really wanted to win with one move, he would miss it with one move, and he would miss it in the blink of an eye.

On stage, Wu Ming felt that it was still a little worse, and he had to add more fire.

"Sima Yuntian, I look good, I don't know what will happen in a while."

Sima Yuntian's face was full of murderous aura.

"Hmph, Wu Ming, don't you feel like you're too crazy?"

Wu Ming sneered: "Hehehe, I feel it, but I also have the capital to be crazy, I think that one trick is enough to deal with you." ”

Sima Yuntian laughed angrily.

"Hehe, haha, hahaha, Wu Ming, Wu Ming, I really can't see through you more and more, before, no matter what others say, I have watched your competition, I even think you are still a character, look at it today, hahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous."

"Have you laughed enough, Sima Yuntian, can we start fighting?"

In an instant, Sima Yuntian's face became serious.

"Wu Ming, I will make you pay the price, a painful price."

This time, Wu Ming laughed.

"Hehe, you have to talk about it, Sima Yuntian, then you have to use some real skills, otherwise, you also know the master's ability, don't tickle the master." Wu Ming is by no means a reckless man with brute force, everything he is doing, every word, is preparing for a win, he is now using his brain, it is his psychology.

Sima Yuntian has obviously fallen into Wu Ming's trap.

"Okay, you can rest assured, I'll send you to death."

When the words landed, Sima Yuntian directly conjured up the Running Thunder Sword, and in an instant, a lightning bolt was drawn from the dark clouds in the air, and then looked at Sima Yuntian's Running Thunder Sword, coiled with blue-white electric light.

Zizi, pop!

Soon, Sima Yuntian's entire body was covered with a snake-like electric light.

"Wu Ming, take out your rusty knife."

"Hehehe, I don't have to deal with you yet."

"Hmph, then you won't have a chance, eat my palm thunder."

Wu Ming's fists were clenched, and his body was covered with pale golden battle qi, in this case, he didn't dare to use his magic skills to the extreme, let alone conjure up a demon scale arm.

Sima Yuntian's eyes were full of murderous aura, he held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand instantly condensed a thunderbolt, and then suddenly shot at Wu Ming, but Wu Ming did not dodge or dodge, and let Sima Yuntian's palm thunder thunder on his chest.

Click, boom!

Everyone was dumbfounded, the palm thunder burst in Wu Ming's chest, and in an instant, a puff of black smoke rose from Wu Ming's chest, and the power of the palm thunder made Wu Ming take three steps back, but it was only three steps back.

After Wu Ming stood firmly, he took three steps forward, dusting his chest with his hands as he walked.

"Hehehe, isn't it good, Sima Yuntian, you just play with me like this?"

Wu Ming's defensive power, Sima Yuntian saw it with his own eyes, but his palm thunder was not an ordinary martial art, he even saw that the skin and flesh on Wu Ming's chest had been burned, and he even smelled a smell of barbecue, if it was someone else, he would definitely not be able to get up from lying on the ground.

Sima Yuntian was confused.

"What the hell is this kid doing, is it really dead?"

"Sima Yuntian, what's wrong, your hands are soft? Come on, I'm waiting. ”

Sima Yuntian said angrily: "Wu Ming, you are looking for death, but don't blame me." After speaking, he once again condensed the power of thunder and lightning, and the thunder light on his left hand was three points stronger than Fang Cai, and then slapped it out.

"Let you taste my Thunder Palm."

Fang Cai's palm thunder just stirred up a ball of thunder light in his palm, this time, Sima Yuntian's palm directly shot out a thunder light, everyone was stunned, but Wu Ming still didn't dodge, let this thunder light hit his chest.

Many female disciples had already turned their heads away, and they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Sima Yaoshi muttered beside Situ Xinchang: "Hiss......, what the hell is this kid, no matter how strong his defense is, it is impossible to hold it a few times, does this kid have the heart to seek death?" ”

Situ Xinchang's face was also very solemn, and after a few breaths, the corners of his eyebrows were raised, and a little smile appeared on his mouth.

Fang Yimei sneered: "Hehe, I want to see what tricks this kid can play, look at this posture, he is ready to seek death, and he is smart, otherwise it will not be as simple as death if he falls into the hands of this seat." ”

Situ Xinchang glanced at Fang Yimei, smiled weirdly, and didn't say much.

Stage.

Wu Ming was beaten back by Ben Lei Palm, obviously, he didn't resist so easily this time, his chest was basically scorched, he just stumbled for a moment, but he still didn't fall, there was still that kind of smug smile on his face, even though his chest was already bloody and blurred.

Wu Ming slowly straightened his waist, shrugged his shoulders, twisted his neck, and walked to the previous position again.

"Wu Ming, you really don't want to die?"

All the audience don't know what kind of mood they are in at the moment, no matter what Wu Ming plans to do today, he can resist the palm thunder hard, and he can still resist the thunder palm like this, where is this still a person, a person, at least he will not be too ruthless to himself, but Wu Ming's ruthlessness has already stunned everyone.

Including Sima Yuntian.

"Sima Yuntian, are you a girl, not even a girl, what, are you reluctant to kill me or don't dare? Just tickle the master? What kind of bullshit palm thunder, run to the thunder palm, it's okay to deal with those wine bags and rice bags, play with the master, is it interesting? Do you still have any ability, the new generation of elite disciples of Feiyu Sect, I'm sorry. ”

Wu Ming's words completely angered Sima Yuntian.

Moreover, Wu Ming's words were also heard by all the people of the Feiyu Sect.

"Yuntian, what are you still doing in a daze, kill him."

"Dare to be rude to Feiyu Sect, Sima Yuntian, pierce his heart with the Thunder Sword, I want to see if he is beaten with iron."

Sima Yuntian's hand was holding the Ben Thunder Sword, the electric snake on the Ben Thunder Sword instantly went berserk, Sima Yuntian's eyes were gradually bloodshot, and in his heart, Sima Yuntian didn't want to kill Wu Ming, but Wu Ming had already forced him to a dead end.

"Wu Ming, it's you who are looking for death, don't blame me, run to the thunder sword, you won't be merciful, go die."

When the words landed, Sima Yuntian held the Ben Thunder Sword and stabbed straight at Wu Ming.

The sword pointed at Wu Ming's chest.

The distance between two zhang is seven feet, one is five feet, and one is .......

Everyone held their breath, staring at the lightning of the Ben Thunder Sword with good eyes, approaching Wu Ming's chest bit by bit.

Wu Ming still didn't move.

Even the people of Honglan Wufu were in a hurry.

"Hey, what the hell is the surname Wu, don't lose the face of our martial arts if you want to die."

"It's over, I can only pin my hope on Mo Zhaoxue."

"I'll just say that a subordinate, how can he take on such a big responsibility, this kid is crazy."

Jian Feng quickly approached, and in an instant, he was already only five feet away from Wu Ming's chest.

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