Wu Qianjin's face was completely gloomy: "Okay, Zhuge Ming, let me see what means you have hidden." ”

In the next second, Wu Qianjin shot angrily, and the actions of the Zhuge family behind his back infringed on the most important interests for Wu Qianjin.

Wu Qianjin tore Zhuge Ming's heart apart.

He threw a punch, and a cloud of white energy exploded in the air in front of him.

Rumble~

The energy rushed towards Zhuge Ming's chest.

Zhuge Ming faced each other with his palm, and slapped towards the white fist shadow in front of him with a palm in the air.

Boom~

With the collision of the two energies, I saw Zhuge Ming tiptoe on the ground, his body flying towards the rear lightly, and exiting the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Call~

Wu Qianjin's whirring body flew out like a meat bullet, and another punch hit Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming's body, which was still floating in mid-air, was hit by Wu Qianjin's punch, accelerated and flew out upside down, with a bang, fell to the ground, and rolled backwards for more than ten meters.

Zhuge Ming's body kept rolling, leaving a shallow ravine on the ground, and the gray floor tiles were smashed into pieces and splashed in all directions.

In the process of rolling, Zhuge Ming finally adjusted his posture, kicked the ground with his legs, and his body jumped high, surrounded by a layer of spiritual power on his body, and he couldn't see that he was injured.

Zhuge Ming's body flew in the air, and his hands grabbed down hard.

Their Zhuge family's Xuan-level inferior exercises, Feng Ling's claws were unleashed, and there were three in each hand, a total of six spiritual power qi blades slashed towards Wu Qianjin below.

Although the body of five thousand catties is fat, his movements are extremely agile, and when the six qi blades flew in, he had already deftly dodged to the side.

The spiritual power blade fell to the ground, cutting the ground into small and deep ravines.

Wu Qianjin squinted at the ground and praised: "Well, Xuan-level martial arts, the power is good." ”

Zhuge Ming didn't say a word, his hands waved left and right alternately several times, and the qi blade flew towards Wu Qianjin again.

Wu Qianjin's body jumped to the side, and his hands and feet flipped a few times on the ground, bouncing on the ground a few times like a bouncy ball, easily avoiding Zhuge Ming's attack.

Wu Qianjin said sarcastically: "Zhuge Ming, your cultivation is under me, and you are too far behind in competing with me for the control of spiritual power." If you don't show some real skills, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. ”

Zhuge Ming's face was gloomy, and he felt that Wu Qianjin was simply bullying people too much.

There was already a gap in cultivation between the two of them, and Wu Qianjin still mocked himself vigorously, making Zhuge Ming's anger rush over his head.

He reached under his armpits with his claws, rushed towards the five thousand catties, and then his claws suddenly poked out, like an eagle soaring in the sky catching wild boars on the ground.

"Bunny kicks. Wu Qianjin shouted, his body lay on the ground, and his legs kicked out towards Zhuge Ming's claws.

The spiritual power released from the two of them collided violently.

Wu Qianjin's leg kick was full of power, and Zhuge Ming was kicked dozens of meters high.

Zhuge Ming only felt a sweetness in his throat, and hurriedly swallowed the blood in his mouth.

He judged in his heart: "This dead fat man is so powerful, he can't get close at all! It seems that I have to show some real skills." ”

Zhuge Ming touched his waist, and several cross-shaped darts appeared in his hand, and he gently threw the darts in his hand like throwing leaves.

After the dart is shot, it starts spinning, faster and faster.

But for a moment, before the dart could hit the ground, the high-speed spinning dart produced a piercing scream under the high-speed friction with the air.

Several darts floated towards Wu Qianjin like fallen leaves.

These darts seemed to move slowly, but Wu Qianjin didn't dare to be careless, and a pair of gloves appeared in his hand in an instant.

Wu Qianjin kicked his feet, and a gravel flew towards one of the darts.

The dart was like a fallen leaf, twisting left and right twice, and it actually dodged the stone kicked by Wu Qianjin.

Zhuge Ming sneered proudly, and a few darts in his hand were concocted in the same way, and they were thrown out by him again.

Wu Qianjin was surprised to find that these darts like fallen leaves, as if they were wrapped around him, kept getting closer to him little by little, no matter how he changed direction, the darts kept following him, and then gradually surrounded him.

Seeing that the number of darts was increasing, Wu Qianjin still set his eyes on Zhuge Ming, who had just landed not far away, it seemed that these darts should have been manipulated by him all the time.

After the darts almost surrounded Wu Qianjin, Zhuge Ming, who was not far away, laughed: "Wu Qianjin, let you try this trick 'Golden Leaf Flowing Shadow'." ”

"A few broken darts, you really use him as a treasure?"

Wu Qianjin slapped a dart in front of him as he spoke.

The corners of Zhuge Ming's mouth hooked up a cold smile: "Wu Qianjin, you go to die." ”

Wu Qianjin's slap had already slapped on a dart, and at this moment, dozens of darts around him seemed to break their own balance, and suddenly accelerated.

Wu Qianjin is like the center of a typhoon, and the surrounding darts are the whirlwind itself, which shrinks to the middle like a meat grinder.

Wu Qianjin's pupils shrank, and he found that he was already unavoidable, and he was about to stir him.

Wu Qianjin's hands suddenly folded, Sanskrit whispered in his mouth, his body was covered with a layer of golden phantom, and the image of the whole person was like a golden Buddha.

The darts were like a hurricane rolling up, sliding on the golden phantom, constantly making the sound of metal rubbing, but it did not hurt Wu Qianjin inside.

Zhuge Ming couldn't believe that this was already his trick to press the bottom of the box, and it didn't play a role in Wu Qianjin.

Zhuge Ming was shocked: "What kind of martial art is this?"

Wu Qianjin's expression was solemn, and his tone was flat but like thunder: "Buddha is angry King Kong." ”

Zhuge Ming was shocked in his heart: "How can you know the Buddhist exercises?"

Wu Qianjin didn't answer, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and countless arms seemed to be conjured around his body, grabbing towards the darts flying around him.

"Buddha picks a thousand leaves. ”

Click, one by one, the darts that were still spinning at high speed were gently pinched in his hand by the phantom that Wu Qianjin conjured.

The next moment, Wu Qianjin stared at Zhuge Ming not far away, and said coldly: "The Buddha retreats the incense." ”

As soon as the big hands that were conjured up by those phantoms were sent towards Zhuge Ming, the darts flew towards Zhuge Ming at a faster speed.

Whoosh~

Zhuge Ming hurriedly dodged, but there were still darts that could not be dodged, leaving several wounds on his body.

Zhuge Ming's face changed greatly, and before he could make any response, he heard Wu Qianjin's voice again.

"The Buddha's head is filthy. ”

Wu Qianjin put his hands together, like the bell vertebrae used to hit the bell on the bell tower, and hit Zhuge Ming's chest.

Duang~

Wu Qianjin's head slammed into Zhuge Ming's body.

I saw Zhuge Ming's mouth wide open, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body flew out with a swish.

Boom boom boom~

I don't know how far he flew out this time, knocking down several walls, and Zhuge Ming's figure was also blocked by the smoke and dust behind the wall.

The aura on Wu Qianjin's body dissipated, and he saw him take out a handkerchief and wipe it on the top of his head: "Dirty, really dirty." ”