Chapter Seventy-Five: Sympathy

On the challenge platform, Grange and Ji Ming stood opposite each other, and the audience was silent, looking forward to the battle between the two.

The cultivation of the two is almost the same, both are in the middle of the Hidden Realm, but Ji Ming was already in the middle of the Hidden Realm a year ago, and now he is at the peak of the middle stage, and he is only one step away from the late stage of the Hidden Realm.

"You're good at your legs, but you're no match for me. Ji Ming said lightly, as if he was stating a fact.

Tian Zhuang replied expressionlessly, "Your mouth seems to be stronger than your strength." ”

"Huh.." Hearing this, Ji Ming suddenly laughed, showed his snow-white teeth, and said, "I'll let you know what strength is." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ji Ming's figure disappeared in front of Grange, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Grange and punched out.

Bang!

Not to be outdone, Grange fought back with his legs, his fists and legs collided, and the two of them took a step back and stood firmly.

"Not bad, yes, it can block seventy percent of my strength, it's a good punching bag. A wild smile appeared on Ji Ming's ordinary face, and as he spoke, the figure disappeared here and appeared behind the grange.

The Grange turned suddenly, like a dragon swinging its tail, and a whip swept out, moving forward.

"Hiss~" Ji Ming, who blocked the whip leg with his arm, felt the impact and couldn't help but gasp, he underestimated the strength of the Grange and suffered a small loss.

"Well, I'll admit you're not a punching bag. Ji Ming shook his arm, which was still a little sore, his eyes were not lazy, and he looked at the grange seriously and said.

Although he was confident, he had also watched a few battles with other opponents, and the strength shown by Grange in the battle was far less than what it was now, and it was clear that the opponent had been hiding his strength.

After being serious, Ji Ming's aura changed, and the air circulation beside him was slow, suppressed by his strength.

Sensing Ji Ming's changes, a smile appeared on the face of Tian Zhuang, who had been expressionless, and he said: "This is a little interesting, I hope that you, the defending No. 1 won, not let me down." ”

"Hehe... I won't let you down. Ji Ming laughed when he heard this, and four immovable Ming King arms grew out of his back, and he opened his mouth to respond.

Swish!

Ji Ming's feet suddenly kicked hard, and he came to the front of the grange in an instant, his two arms clenched into fists, and the four immovable Ming king's arms held the golden pestle, blooming with light, and falling at the same time, making people feel dizzy.

Seeing this, Grange's gaze condensed, the air around him violently shook, and he gently raised his legs, and the general trend of heaven and earth gathered in front of his legs, causing heaven and earth to change color.

With one kick out, the huge momentum condensed on his leg exploded, and the golden light bloomed on the challenge platform, and the huge golden leg shadow was like a golden true dragon, rushing towards Ji Ming.

Rumble!

The golden leg shadow slammed into Ji Ming's six arms, and the violent impact caused the countertop under them to shatter, cracking into countless fine cracks, like a messy spider web.

"Poof..."

Under the golden leg shadow of the grange, Ji Ming used the manifested Immovable Ming King Arm in a somewhat haste, but he underestimated the power of the golden leg shadow, and the leg shadow directly coaxed the four Immovable Ming King Arms into powder and landed on his chest, making him spit out blood under the huge impact.

The arm of the King of Fudo Ming had already slowed down the power of his leg shadow a lot, and after spitting out the blood, Ji Ming didn't have time to wipe it, so he hurriedly retreated, dodging the next leg of the grange.

Ji Ming turned the Xuan Qi in his body to ease the injuries in his body, and looked at Grange with a particularly sharp gaze, he had already guessed Grange's strength, but he didn't expect to underestimate him, his leg strength had already reached its peak, and it was no different from Mo Qingyu's knife strength.

If he had done his best, he wouldn't have been hurt just now, but in carelessness, he was injured.

"What's going on?Brother Ji Ming is injured?!"

"That leg of the grange just now was so terrifying, the golden leg seemed to kick out in front of my eyes. ”

"Second brother, I remember that this Grange seems to have pursued Ji Yue, and then you humiliated him, right?" Wang Yan, who was sitting in the front row of the audience, turned his head to Wang Shi beside him when he saw the grange that was like a god and demon on the stage.

"Hmph, a toad wants to eat swan meat waste, although it has become stronger, but it is still a waste. Wang Shi snorted coldly when he heard this, and Ji Wei responded disdainfully.

Wang Yan smiled when he heard this, but did not refute, he also had such thoughts in his heart.

Compared to their Holy Son, these other disciples were indeed waste.

On the challenge platform, Ji Ming looked at the Grange, there was no contempt in his eyes, the other party's strength was very strong, and he was a disciple worthy of his full effort.

Ji Ming advocates strength, and he also respects the strong, and only those who are recognized by him will be taken seriously.

"Immovable King Body!"

Ji Ming suddenly shouted wildly, the roar shook the sky, and the space around his body was instantly full of oppression, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

An ugly but majestic six-armed figure manifested on his back.

"Is this Senior Brother Ji Ming's Immovable King body? ”

"Senior Brother Ji Ming is serious, it seems that the winner will be decided soon. ”

The disciples in the audience immediately showed expectant expressions when they saw the phantom of the Fudo Ming King behind Ji Ming.

Ji Ming does not move the name of King Ming, but it resounded through the Extreme Dao Sect.

For some reason, when looking at the phantom of the Fudo Ming King behind Ji Ming, Tian Zhuang had some familiar feelings in his heart.

Without waiting for Grange to think about it, the huge phantom of the Immovable Ming King behind Ji Ming waved the golden pestle in his hand, and six thick dark cyan arms slammed down.

Grange wanted to dodge, but found that the space around him was being confined by a powerful force, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Seeing the six immovable Ming King arms that fell, the huge momentum condensed on his legs, and kicked out with one leg, and the golden leg shadow kicked out like a withered and decaying one.

Six stout cyan giant arms collided together, which was the collision of the body of the Fudo Ming King and the peak leg momentum.

Rumble!

The power of the collision between the two fluctuated mightily, and the challenge platforms that shook were all shattered, and even some of the challenge platforms next to them were affected to varying degrees, and the Great Elder who was watching was distressed.

Boom! Boom!

In a few blinks of an eye, the golden leg shadow and the arm of the King of Fudo Ming collided together again and again, and the huge impact made the faces of Tianzhuang and Ji Ming a little pale.

Feeling that there was only thirty percent of the Xuan Qi left in his body, Ji Ming's body changed, and he roared in a muffled voice: "The last move, win or lose!"

The consumption of Xuan Qi in the Grange was also extremely large, and he nodded lightly when he heard Ji Ming's words.

After that, the two tacitly agreed to stop the offensive at the same time and retreated a few steps back.

Call~

The two gasped and looked at each other with a sense of sympathy in their eyes.

"I admit your strength, I can't imagine that there is someone who can make me use this trick this time. Ji Ming exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked at the Grange sharply, and said slowly.