The strong man of the Tianjiao clan was really scared at this time, he felt that what he encountered at this time was not a person, but a monster.

He is an eighth-layer ancient saint, even if he encounters the master of a nine-layer ancient saint, he is not without the slightest power to resist. But now, when he punched Zheng Ming with all his strength, he didn't make any waves.

This situation made him feel a cold air in his heart, and it was precisely because of this cold air that the first thing he thought of was to leave here quickly, he was not Zheng Ming's opponent, if he persisted, he might have to die here.

He came here to snatch the opportunity, not to lose his life here.

However, at the moment when the powerhouse of the Tianjiao clan turned around, Zheng Ming had already lightly blocked in front of him, and Zheng Ming, who was full of smiles, chuckled: "Your Excellency, this kind of departure is not too authentic. ”

"You take my punch too!"

For most of the ancient saints, this ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan is also their competitor, so at this time, with no one to stand up for the ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan, most of them are watching all this with a lively attitude.

When the ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan died, they would have one less opponent, and after Zheng Ming's strength was revealed, they didn't have to be too afraid of Zheng Ming.

This is a double win, and there is even more of a kind of unspeakable thing that most people have already paid attention to in their hearts, that is, to use other people's bones to pave their own way to chance. As for the rest, they don't care.

Zheng Ming's fist did not have any momentum, but this punch was extremely accurate and bombarded the void in front of the chest of the Heavenly Horn Clan powerhouse.

Without any life, Zheng Ming stood in the void, even the powerhouse of the Tianjiao Clan, and he was still standing in his position.

Judging from the effect of this punch, Zheng Ming's punch did not hurt the strong man of the Tianjiao clan at all, and it was not even as good as a child's attack.

However, some of the top powerhouses had already sensed that something was wrong at this time, and they looked at Zheng Ming's gaze, full of fear. There are even more people from the Tianjiao Clan, who loudly said to the ancient saint of the Tianjiao Clan: "My lord, how are you?"

At this time, the ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan showed a smile, he had been quickly checking his body, but the result he got was that there was no problem.

Zheng Ming's attack didn't hurt him at all. For a while, this top ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan actually gave birth to a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

He was laughing, and in the midst of this smile, his body was silently reduced to pieces, no, it should have been fragments, and disappeared into the void.

The ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan, before he died, he didn't have time to give out any life, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

Looking at the dead Tianjiao Ancient Sage, many people felt that their throats and eyes seemed to be blocked by something, which made them extremely uncomfortable to speak, let alone others.

The ancient saints of the Shenjiao clan, the ancient saints of the saint clan, the ancient saints of the spirit clan and other great clans of the eight-layer drums, one by one, their eyes widened, they were analyzing, Zheng Ming's punch just now was very deterrent to them, and now they are all analyzing Zheng Ming's punch just now.

What kind of punch is that, why is that punch so powerful, and why is the ancient saint of the Tianjiao clan smiling at the corner of his mouth when he was dying.

However, compared with these, what they are most concerned about is whether they can resist such a punch.

"He has such a strong attack power, he must have gotten the opportunity of the world, there are so many of us, even if we use people, we will kill him. ”

"Rob, the punch he just gave has already made him the end of the crossbow, as long as we grasp the timing now, then killing Zheng Ming is as easy as drinking water. ”

All kinds of shouts came and went one after another for a while, and among these shouts, some people rose into the air and rushed towards Zheng Ming.

Some of the ancient saint powerhouses who rushed forward believed in their own judgment and felt that it was impossible for Zheng Ming to hit such a strong attack one after another, but in the same way, there were some people among them who were just joining in the fun.

They want to use this method to fish in troubled waters. The so-called wealth is in danger, and in this situation, if you don't want to take risks, it is simply impossible.

For these people who came over, Zheng Ming was not polite at all, and between the shaking of his fists, he punched the void.

This punch is not targeted at all, and the fist wind has passed, like a fresh breeze, without the slightest murderous aura.

"I'll just say, Zheng Ming is already at the end of the crossbow, so many of us don't have to have any fear of him at all!" A lion-headed eight-rank ancient saint with a lion-headed body had a smug voice in his voice, as if Zheng Ming's seemingly weak punch was all because of him.

But as soon as his words fell, a feeling of incomparable fear rose in the hearts of all the people around him, who were rushing up, and in their eyes they were seeing their companions dissipating silently.

That is, in an instant, there were dozens of eighth-layer ancient saints, dissipating in the heavens and the earth. This kind of dissipation is not an ordinary dissipation, but the destruction of the soul and soul, the disappearance of the body and the death of the Tao, and the death of the dead can no longer die.

For a while, the faces of those eighth-layer ancient saints who didn't rush up became extremely ugly, because at this time, they already felt that the gap between themselves and Zheng Ming was too big.

Some eighth-layer ancient saints have begun to retreat, although Zheng Ming's fate is very good, they all want to get it, but if they compare this kind of thing with their lives, they are still willing to put their lives first.

As the top powerhouse of the Great Clan, the eighth-layer Ancient Saints of the Holy Clan gathered a group of people around them, but now, the Ancient Saints who were originally like a tide were all apprehensive, they didn't dare to speak, and they were terrified.

As for the Tianjiao who saw the opening up of the Chaos Divine Sea this time, their foreheads began to sweat at this time, and most of them only realized at this time that their guess of Zheng Ming was high enough, but now it seems that this guess is still a bit insufficient.

Zheng Ming, it's really not ordinarily strong.

"Who of you else wants to rob me of my chance, I'll give you a chance, come and do it!" Zheng Ming looked at those silent people and said lightly.

No one said anything, and no one retreated, although some people had already retreated in their hearts, they were also afraid that the sudden action would cause Zheng Ming unnecessary misunderstanding.

In the midst of this stalemate, someone said: "His attack won't last long, let's kill him and kill him!"

With this shout, almost a thousand people rushed at the same time, and they wanted to fight to complete this last fight.

"You are looking for death!" Zheng Ming's eyes flashed a trace of coldness.