A deafening collision sounded, and between the waves of air, an emaciated figure retreated in the eyes of everyone, and the rapidly retreating figure was on the edge of the corner of the ring, and the latter stepped suddenly, the soles of his feet were deeply embedded in the rock of the ring, and the figure slowly stopped.

Liu Hong held the jade hand tightly, and looked at Wu Ming, who was repelled by Zhao Qinding's claw, with a look of anxiety on her pretty face.

Obviously, in the first confrontation just now, Wu Ming was at a disadvantage.

"This is the difference in ranks......"

Wu Ming slowly stretched his slightly trembling and numb fists, and his brows couldn't help frowning, he knew that the opposite side was a ninth-order strength, but he just wanted to make hard steel, try to follow the ninth-order gap, he thought he could resist for a while, but he didn't expect to be shocked back by a face.

It's better to have less of this kind of thinking, if you meet a stronger person with higher strength in the future, and then hold it up like this and rush forward blindly, then the result will not be as simple as being repulsed, thinking of this, Wu Ming also shook his head with a self-deprecating wry smile.

"Whew..."

Wu Ming sighed deeply, and then slowly spit it out, since the true qi can't fight, then it can only rely on the Yuan Soul, Wu Ming's heart moved, and the faint red Yuan Soul ripples surged out quickly from the center of his eyebrows, after doing this, Wu Ming stared at Zhao Qinding not far in front of him with sharp eyes, and quickly calculated in his heart.

Zhao Qinding's strength is much stronger than Wu Ming, if Wu Ming and Yuan Soul can't win, then ...... can only use the last resort, but this is also what Wu Ming does not want to see.

On the other hand, Xie Feng on the other side, this result was already within his expectations, Zhao Qinding's blood eagle claw training was superb, and his strength was not easy to underestimate even him, Wu Ming, whose strength was only the eighth order, would definitely be defeated when he met him.

"Heh, do you use the Yuan Soul? In the face of absolute strength, any means are useless. ”

Xie Feng felt the Yuan Soul ripples that suddenly spread out and wrapped Wu Ming's entire body, and his face also showed a sneer, and he shook his head helplessly.

Most of the true cultivators, although they do not cultivate the Yuan Soul, but with the increase in strength, their Yuan Soul strength is also automatically improved, and compared to Fengcheng, Lingcheng on the side, felt the fluctuation of the Yuan Soul around Wu Ming, and was immediately stunned, the Yuan Soul They can also cultivate, but it is auxiliary, and there is no specialization, but the strength of the latter's Yuan Soul is not weaker than the True Qi, and it is even stronger than theirs, which surprised them.

"Oh, is that young man still a Yuan Xiu? An old man in the group of people in Lingcheng stared at the emaciated figure in front of him and sighed.

"Jiji, in front of Ding'er, no matter how many means he has, it is useless. Hearing this, the pale-faced old man beside him immediately laughed coldly, presumably the latter should be Zhao Qinding's elder.

"Hehe, old man Zhao Ying, the soul is unpredictable, and if you look at it, you may suffer. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and his eyes were fixed on the quiet road above the ring.

In response, the pale-faced old man named Zhao Ying just sneered in response.

In the ring, Zhao Qinding felt the Yuan Soul ripples beside Wu Ming, the corners of his mouth opened, and like everyone else, he was taken aback, but he immediately shook his head slightly.

"Oh, Yuan Soul?"

Zhao Qinding's blood-red eyes suddenly raised, oozing a terrifying cold light, and then there was a soul-like flame beating again on his claws, which was enough to bake the steel, and with a slam step on the soles of his feet, the figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

"I'll let you know that you're just dying!"

"It's over!"

The next moment, Zhao Qinding appeared out of thin air at the position of Wu Ming's half-step distance, looking at the latter's expression of calmly waiting for death, the corners of Zhao Qinding's mouth hooked up a wicked arc, and his claws were merciless, piercing the air, with a fierce sound of tearing the wind, the raised right claw slashed down diagonally in front of him.

"Has the speed increased?"

Wu Ming's eyebrows fluctuated slightly, and one after another Yuan Soul perception quickly enveloped the entire battlefield, in the eyes of others, Zhao Qinding was as fast as lightning, but under Wu Ming's perception, any attack route of the latter clearly appeared in his mind.

So when the latter raised his claws and tore down, Wu Ming's figure retreated violently at the last moment, jumped out of the ring, and dodged the claw.

"Sting!"

The unrestrained claw wind tore down fiercely, and the air in front of Zhao Qinding seemed to have not been torn, and the faint traces of true qi flames that remained disappeared after a while.

"It's pretty fast, but it's up to you to dodge..."

A failed move, Zhao Qinding was slightly stunned, not angry but laughing, but the evil intent on his face was a little thicker, and then his figure turned into a line shadow and rushed to the ring.

The referee on the side of "this ......" saw the two figures rushing down the ring and dodging in the forest, and they were also slightly stunned, the rules of the game, although they didn't hear it clearly, but they all knew that even if they lost after getting out of the ring, they both got out of the ring, and he didn't know what to say, so he just looked at the two city lords on the side.

"Haha, since this small ring can't satisfy their battle, why not change the venue?" Liu Shen glanced at Yan Chu and chuckled.

Yan Chu was also noncommittal, and when everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement, but whether or not to change the venue did not affect the result, everyone thought in their hearts, and their eyes refocused on the battlefield in front of them.

Under the perception of the Yuan Soul, Wu Ming dodged Zhao Qinding's attack every time in a thrilling situation, although he was tough and tough, Wu Ming could not take advantage, but if Wu Ming avoided without fighting, in the face of Wu Ming with the help of the Yuan Soul, Zhao Qinding was helpless.

The shadow of the claws in the sky ravaged all around, leaving a faint residue where it was torn, but no matter how tricky and vicious Zhao Qinding's attack was, it did not touch Wu Ming in the slightest.

"Click!"

A claw fell, and Zhao Qinding had a tall tree in front of him with an adult in his arms, and with a crisp cracking sound, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhao Qinding is also a representative of the younger generation of Lingcheng, he is strong all the way, and he is the younger generation of Lingcheng, and only Yan Qing can match him, I thought it would be easy to solve this battle, but I didn't expect Wu Ming's strength of the eighth order of quenching his body to run around like a mouse in front of him, and every time he was sure to attack, it made the other party avoid it strangely and fell short, which also made the latter's face gradually ugly, and his heart was bored.

"Will you just hide?" Zhao Qinding put away his claws, and slowly turned to look at Wu Ming not far in front of him, with a cold chill flowing in his eyes, and his voice was gloomy.

"Brother Zhao said that you laughed, you can't touch me, how can you say that I am hiding?" Hearing this, Wu Ming also felt funny in his heart, so he shook his head slightly, looked at the latter innocently and said.

The corners of Zhao Qinding's mouth trembled fiercely, and his voice was cold: "Yes......"

"No matter how powerful your Yuan Soul is, the difference between you and me will not be able to make up for it!"

Zhao Qinding's eyes were piercing, and a touch of gloom flashed over, only to see that the latter's original claws that popped out were faster, and a pair of eagle claw gloves appeared and were worn in the latter's hands, and then he shook his arm suddenly, and the true qi of his whole body quickly gathered on the latter's arm, and the whole arm was beating with true qi flames, reflecting Zhao Qinding's yin face, which was terrifying.

"Sharp Eagle Claw?" The people in Lingcheng on the side saw the claw set that appeared in Zhao Qinding's hand, and their eyes also changed, Yan Qing had dealt with Zhao Qinding so much, and the latter immediately recognized it, and he was very familiar with that claw set, that was Zhao Qinding's weapon, the low-level spirit soldier Eagle Claw.

Zhao Qinding used the sharp eagle claw, even he was unwilling to fight with it, let alone a Wu Ming whose strength was one order different from it? Yan Qing had seen that Wu Ming took advantage of the convenience of the Yuan Soul to do attrition tactics, but now with the increase of the sharp eagle claw, Zhao Qinding's true qi and speed will rise to a level, and this competition must be over soon.

"To make Zhao Qinding take out the eagle claws, this kid has some means. Yan Qing's dark eyes swept over Wu Ming's body with a slight taste, and he shook his head slightly.