Sikong Longxiang's face had turned extremely blue at this time, and he never thought that his blow would not bring any harm to Zheng Ming.

He felt that this was impossible, but Zheng Ming really stood proudly in front of him like this, looking at Zheng Ming, who was not injured at all, there was a trace of madness in Sikong Longxiang's eyes.

"Take me again!" As soon as the voice of the Sikong Dragon Elephant fell, four dragon claws appeared in the void.

These four dragon claws are three virtual and one real, and between the waves, they give people a feeling of overwhelmingness.

Zheng Ming has the Dao Heart Demon Cultivation Dafa in his body, and the induction of the surroundings is not comparable to ordinary people, and for Sikong Longxiang, which is actually a full move, there is a sneer in his heart at this moment.

Although this move seems to be full of power, in terms of power, it does not increase at all compared to the move just now.

If anything, it's that this trick has more phantoms and is more deceptive.

People who face this move, if they are taken by the momentum of this move, or if they don't have time to distinguish the reality of the four dragon claws, they are easy to be taken advantage of by this move.

For Zheng Ming, the easiest way is to hold still, urge the golden bell jar, and let this blow hit him.

Although this move was the safest, Zheng Ming was not prepared to do so. Not only because he came over this time to beat Sikong Longxiang and wanted to exchange for more prestige points, but also because Zheng Ming was not comfortable with the blow just now.

Although it seemed that the golden bell jar had not been damaged in any way, the blood qi in Zheng Ming's body was also churning.

The claw power of the Sikong Dragon Elephant even submerged into Zheng Ming's body, making Zheng Ming's meridians feel hot.

It is a martial art of the five grades. There are very few flaws in the Qinglong Nine Style, but this is not to say that the Qinglong Nine Style has no flaws.

What's more, Sikong Dragon is like the Qinglong Nine Style, and it has only been cultivated to the realm of Xiaocheng, although there are thousands of weather in actual combat, but in fact, there are many flaws.

For these flaws. Sikong Longxiang himself also knows, and many people who are enemies with Sikong Longxiang can also find it, but although these people can find it, it is difficult to catch these flaws.

If there is no flaw that has been caught, it naturally cannot be called a flaw.

However, his opponent this time was Zheng Ming, who was not only able to accurately grasp his flaws, but also able to use his flaws at the best time.

Just when these four dragon claws were at their most ferocious. Zheng Ming strode forward abruptly, and the whole person seemed to be thrown into the dragon's claws.

And just when his figure was about to be overwhelmed by the dragon shadow, Zheng Ming suddenly swung his fist and hit straight out. This punch is just the most ordinary punch and kick in the world, but with the swing of this punch, Sikong Longxiang felt extremely uncomfortable.

It is like a man who has been thirsty for a long time and takes a bowl to drink. But I just took a sip. I found that there was half a bowl of sand in the bowl of water.

Uncomfortable. It's quite uncomfortable.

Thinking that Zheng Ming had not been harmed by the first blow just now, Sikong Longxiang suddenly put away the idea of losing both.

He quickly retreated, and the move that originally implied a lot of his internal qi was suddenly self-defeating, but this was still not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Zheng Ming stepped forward again and threw thirteen punches at him in succession.

The fist is like a rock, and it is extremely powerful.

To say that Zheng Ming's Rock Fist is close to the realm of Dacheng, it looks very pleasing to the eye. But those masters of the East Song Academy frowned one by one.

This level of boxing method is even taken out, can you be careful when dealing with Sikong Dragon Elephant.

In fact, they didn't know that the boxing techniques in Zheng Ming's hands were really pitiful, and this rock fist was already one of the advanced boxing techniques that Zheng Ming had mastered.

Between the ups and downs of the two people, they have already fought for more than 20 rounds, and Sikong Longxiang is holding his breath more and more. His Qinglong Nine Style Picking Up Mystery is unknown, and he doesn't know how many times stronger than the Rock Fist.

It's a pity that in the face of the weird Rock Fist, although he fought desperately, the more he fought, the more aggrieved he became, not to mention that he couldn't break Zheng Ming's defense, but more importantly, every punch of Zheng Ming hit his own flaws.

"Zheng Ming, you forced me!" Sikong Dragon Elephant roared, and a purple long sword appeared in his hand.

Six-grade inferior blade, three feet and six inches long, purple all over, swinging the sword frost!

This is the Great Jin Dynasty, the Nine Divine Swords of the Royal Family, among which the sixth-ranked Purple Frost!

At this moment, this golden and jade sword is in the hands of Sikong Dragon Elephant, and the rolling cold mang, under the urging of Sikong Dragon Elephant, there is a feeling of swallowing heaven and earth.

"It turned out to be the Purple Frost Sword, I didn't expect Sikong Longxiang to hold the Purple Frost Sword at such a young age!" Yuwen Deji's voice was filled with sighs.

The blue-robed old man standing beside Yu Wende snorted, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "The background of the royal family, how can ordinary people guess it, relying on some of their skills to provoke the royal family, it is looking for death." ”

"What Brother Sikong said is really right, this Zheng Ming has no one in his eyes because he has cultivated some exercises, and he should also be taught a lesson. ”

Speaking of this, Yu Wende said faintly: "If the dragon elephant can kill him at this time, it will take a lot of effort." ”

The old man in the green robe didn't say anything, but the greed that flashed in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Compared with Yu Wende and other well-informed figures, the students of Dongsong Academy looked at the Purple Frost Sword in Sikong Longxiang's hand with an envious gaze.

Although they all have good backgrounds, the people who have the sword are only half, and most of the people's blades are only the nine-grade blades.

Even if Yuwen Zongheng, who was cultivated as a force of the Yuwen family, at this time, he only had a seven-rank blade.

The Six-Rank Blade, for most people, is a legendary thing, and many students of Dongsong Academy have never seen the Six-Rank Blade.

"Take me a sword!" As Sikong Longxiang spoke, the purple frost sword in his hand waved, and the purple sword suddenly rose seven feet, like a rising purple Jiao in the void, and slashed directly towards Zheng Ming.

This sword is extraordinary, giving people a kind of soaring dragon and momentum. Although people who were ten zhang away could feel the cold aura emanating from the Purple Frost Sword.

The six-grade blade can have its own attributes, and when it is used, it is not as simple as one plus one equals two to help the caster.

Facing this sword momentum that almost enveloped him, Zheng Ming's eyes showed a trace of coldness, and the sword light gave him a feeling that he would never be able to resist this sword light.

Although the power of the golden bell jar is not small, it is absolutely impossible to block it under this sword light. Therefore, in the face of this sword that quickly rolled towards him, the consciousness formed by Zheng Ming's Dao Heart Demon Dafa instantly enveloped the world around him.

He sensed that although the sword of Sikong Dragon Elephant was fierce, it was not without flaws, but this flaw had been completely concealed under the sword light that was more than seven feet long.

Retreat, at this moment, you can only retreat.

Zheng Ming didn't hesitate at all, he rose into the air in an instant, and retreated nine steps backwards in a row, but although Zheng Ming's speed of retreat was fast, the sword light in the hand of the Sikong Dragon Elephant that was originally seven feet increased by two feet in an instant.

The nine-foot sword light quickly slashed through Zheng Ming's body.

Under this sword, a large piece of Zheng Ming's clothes was cut off.

Facing the severed clothes, Zheng Ming's expression became more and more solemn, although the sword of Sikong Longxiang just now had been resolved by himself, but his golden bell jar was still broken by the sword light.

The six-grade blade already has such power, if there is a higher-level blade, then wouldn't it be even more dangerous.

A hint of joy flashed in Sikong Longxiang's eyes, and if he could cut through Zheng Ming's body protection technique, then dealing with Zheng Ming next would be a matter of course.

Sikong Dragon Elephant, who was not slacking off at all, swiped the purple frost sword in his hand again, like frost in the sky, and rolled towards Zheng Ming again.

This time, Sikong Longxiang shot more ruthlessly and more decisively.

In the face of this attack, which almost blocked all the retreats around him, Zheng Ming's expression moved, and the green electric sword was like a green rainbow, swinging out of Zheng Ming's hand.

This sword stabbed into the air, and this sword was like lightning and a rainbow. This sword does not seem to have any changes, but it gives people the feeling that there is a space for infinite changes.

Facing this sword that pointed directly at his flaws, the eyes of Sikong Dragon Elephant rose with endless solemnity.

He just felt that at this moment, no matter how he blocked it, he couldn't stop the sword from falling, and he didn't know where this sword was going to fall.

This is a seemingly ordinary sword, but this is a soul-chasing sword.

Although Sikong Dragon Elephant's sword heart was firm, at this time, he still had a feeling of collapse, because he didn't know how to resist.

When Sikong Long seemed to be a little crazy, like a madman, waved the long sword in his hand, that sword had already ended.

The gorgeous sword light turned into a cyan sword shadow, pointing directly at the neck of the Sikong Dragon Elephant.

Sikong Longxiang's eyes widened, he didn't want to admit that all this was true, but the cold glow of the blue electric sword was telling everyone that it was true.

"Sikong Dragon Elephant, that's it!" Zheng Ming glanced around, and said coldly: "Wait, dare to take my sword!"

Yuwen clenched his fists tightly, and when Zheng Ming said this, he could feel that many people's eyes were looking at him for a moment.

Obviously, all the disciples of Dongsong Academy hoped that he Yuwen Zongheng would be able to use practical actions to fight back against Zheng Ming's words just now.

However, he knows his own affairs, although Yuwen Zongheng feels that he is not weaker than Sikong Longxiang in many things, but he knows better that he can't take that gorgeous sword.

Shot, it is also a losing word. (To be continued.) )

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