Zheng Ming just now was a ridiculous boy in everyone's eyes, but Zheng Ming at this moment was as heroic as a god in their eyes.

He sat down with a wooden stick in his hand, holding a black cow, holding Fu Yuqing in front of him. No matter how he looked, it didn't look like he was rushing, but the two shots he had just shot made many people feel disappointed.

These two shots are extremely simple, but they have a momentum of moving forward and winning every battle.

Under this momentum, many people were discouraged. They even felt that under Zheng Ming's not tall, but like a mountain, they were too far away.

Ji Kongyou looked at Zheng Ming, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. If Ji Kongyou didn't care about Zheng Ming at all in the past, then now, she felt that Zheng Ming could already talk to her equally.

How could this young man become so strong?

Zheng Ming had no time to delay, and he could only use Li Ruohai's hero card for twenty minutes.

During this time, he wanted to rush out with Fu Yuqing, so he didn't stop at all. He urged the black bull and said, leaving quickly.

The momentum of the black bull soared, and it seemed to sense the heroic spirit revealed on Zheng Ming. On his dark body, it also felt like a mountain.

The black cow rushes forward madly

When Zheng Ming rushed to a strong man holding a big knife in his hand, the big man realized, but before he could raise the big knife in his hand, Zheng Ming's wooden stick had already knocked him away.

"He has only one person, we can't let him run away," someone shouted loudly.

Someone even said sternly: "He has such a special method, and everyone will hold him back."

More than a dozen warriors holding swords surrounded Zheng Ming from all directions. The swords and guns in their hands were even more merciless at this moment.

Seven or eight sword lights that often had three or four feet of them chopped towards Zheng Ming and Hei Niu. These sword lights indicate that those who took action were all ninth-grade eight-grade warriors.

These people's swords are fierce, and if they are hit by these swords, they will be difficult for even black bulls to survive.

The black bull let out a roar, and Zheng Ming, who was on the cow's back, brought out dozens of robberies in a row. The rain and winds in the midst of the 100-hit attacks of Liaoyuan were stormed and were instantly used by Zheng Ming.

Countless spear tips in the void, like a storm, stabbed towards those who rushed towards them.

All the people who rushed towards Zheng Ming, facing the crazy spear, changed their faces one by one. Many of them counterattacked and defended at this moment.

However, just as they were using the defensive force, they suddenly discovered that their vital points had been hit by a wooden stick. The invisible spear tip instantly penetrated many people's bodies.

The gun passed, the person died

More than a dozen figures fell down in the gun light, their eyes were filled with horror, and even the weapons in their hands stabbed this violent shot into pieces.

The gun was taken back by Zheng Ming again. At this moment, the wooden stick in Zheng Ming's hand was already mostly stained with blood.

Although it's not two, it's a red gun

Blood was flowing, flowing from more than a dozen corpses that fell to the ground.

Within one blow, more than a dozen people died. Among these people who died, there were ninth-grade warriors and eighth-grade warriors.

The death of these people made everyone look at the boy riding on the cow, and they felt even more fearful.

Fu Yuqing's palm quietly held the colorful ancient sword, but a trace of sweat appeared in the palm of her hand at this moment.

Fu Yuqing couldn't do it if she wanted to kill all these people, but she wanted to kill these people with a wooden stick like Zheng Ming. Fu Yuqing felt that she couldn't do it.

However, Zheng Ming did it easily.

She sat in front of Zheng Ming, and at this moment, an incomparable sense of security filled her heart.

The feeling that I felt like I was snuggling next to the mountain just now appeared again, and this feeling became even more firm.

At this moment, at this moment, I am snuggling next to the mountain.

The black bull rushed forward, and those who were already shocked by Zheng Ming began to retreat unconsciously. Although they believed that their martial arts were better than those who died under Zheng Ming’s wooden stick, they were not much stronger.

What's more, although Zheng Ming was holding his red wooden stick behind his back at this time, it gave people a feeling that he could burst out at any time.

Liaoyuan 100-strike gunless style

There was no gun, but he could fire guns at will anytime and anywhere. At this moment, the people who looked at Zheng Ming felt a surge of pressure in their hearts.

"You can't let him go. If you let him escape, you will all die." A hysterical shout rang out in the empty mountains.

The person who called out was Zhu Yunhong. At this time, Zhu Yunhong looked at Zheng Ming with a hint of fear, but also a hint of jealousy.

He was deeply jealous. Over the years, he had a deep affection for Fu Yuqing, but he had never been in love with Fu Yuqing.

But now, Fu Yuqing, who was held in Zheng Ming's arms, had his eyes lowered and a delicate look that made him extremely jealous.

He hoped that the person who held Fu Yuqing and urged his horse to fight would be himself. But in this matter, he finally played a role that made him feel hated.

If Fu Yuqing is not left behind this time, it may be difficult for Fu Yuqing to stay again in the future.

And amid his loud roar, three figures finally rushed out of everyone. These three figures were not tall, and their thin figures were like monkeys.

The moment the three of them flew out, the six Emei thorns were stabbed hard at Zheng Ming from the top, middle and lower directions.

The six water-dividing Emei thorns carry a gray shadow

"Three Dragons of Snow Lake" saw these three people taking action, someone shouted in surprise.

Zheng Ming, the three dragons of Xuehu Lake, did not understand, but Fu Yuqing, who was beside him, exhaled as orchid at this moment: "The three dragons of Xuehu Lake are three brothers, and their cultivation has reached the seventh level."

"The three people are good at joint attacks. The legendary three people's Qingshui spear technique is obtained from a fragmented ancient spear technique. Although the three people only got the general idea of ​​this spear technique, the three people worked together to perform..."

Before Fu Yuqing could finish his words, the red spear in Zheng Ming's hand had already surged out of a spear.

The gun light was in the void, divided into three, and then came first. Each shot stabbed the three dragons in Xuehu Lake.

With one blow, the three dragons of the sixth-grade Xuehu that can fight against the sixth-grade Xuehu will die.

The death of the three dragons in Xuehu Lake shocked the people present, which was even more shocking than the dozen people just now.

Among the people gathered by Ji Kongyou, the Three Dragons of Xuehu are not the strongest, but they are definitely called strong people among the crowd.

If the three dragons in Xuehu were killed in ordinary battles, even though the people present were shocked, they would not have thought of such fear.

Just fear

Everyone was afraid of the death of the Three Dragons of Xuehu, because the Three Dragons of Xuehu had no time to react in this battle and were shot to death.

Moreover, from Zheng Ming's attack just now, many people felt the violentness of Zheng Ming's gun technique, which made people feel shocked without fighting.

The black bull's speed was accelerating, and in an instant, Zheng Ming's figure had already rushed out more than twenty feet. At this moment, Ji Kongyou completely woke up from the shock.

She looked at Zheng Ming who was urging the cow to leave, and a trace of confusion rose in her eyes. This confusion was too rare for people like Ji Kongyou.

But then, this confusion disappeared completely in Ji Kongyou's eyes. She shouted into the void in a deep voice: "A hundred wheels fly together"

The Hundred Rounds Flying is Guo Qianshan and the others' trick. Even the fourth-grade masters will find it difficult to break through the Hundred Rounds Flying formation.

Now, Ji Kongyou has used the Hundred Rounds of Flying.

With Ji Kongyou's shout, Guo Qianshan and other strong men from the mountains rose up almost at the same time. They gathered in the void into a one-and-a-half-month form.

They were originally in front of Zheng Ming, but now they are directly attacking Zheng Ming.

The other masters who had already begun to flock to Zheng Ming, at this moment, a hint of fear flashed in their eyes one by one.

Then these people dodged away one by one.

When flying together with a hundred rounds, we never distinguish between enemies and us. Sometimes, even our opponents are not killed, but our own people die under flying together with a hundred rounds.

A trace of seriousness flashed in Fu Yuqing's eyes. Zheng Ming's violent red gun just now made her feel extremely safe, but now, what they have to face is a hundred rounds of flying together.

It can deal with the hundred-round flying of the fourth-grade masters.

"Brother Ming, don't worry about me, these hundred rounds are flying together..."

Before Fu Yuqing finished speaking, Zheng Ming said in a deep voice: "Just sit down, I will have other things."

"Junior sister, you can't fly together with a hundred wheels. Miss Yuqing is right in front of that kid. If you fly together with a hundred wheels, then Miss Yuqing's safety will not be guaranteed." Zhu Yunhong looked at the thirty-six strong men who rose into the air and shouted loudly.

Ji Kongyou ignored Zhu Yunhong at all, but her cold look had already shown that she was determined to kill.

This time, neither Zheng Ming nor Fu Yuqing were going to let the two of them escape.

Zhu Yunhong understood what Ji Kongyou meant. He rubbed his hands and shouted loudly at Zheng Ming: "Little thief named Zheng, if you want to die, don't pull Fairy Fu, your current cultivation level can't be able to fly to the hundred wheels."

"It's a man, just put Fairy Fu down and then you can break into the formation that has risen by yourself."

Zheng Ming just pretended that he hadn't heard Zhu Yunhong's loud scream. At this moment, he felt that he was full of heroism. Anyone who intervened and blocked him would have to shoot him in one shot.

At this moment, he realized that his heart not only had his own consciousness, but also was filled with the domineering passion belonging to Li Ruohai.

"Hundreds of wheels fly together, kill" a roar, and whispered from Guo Qianshan's mouth. With this shout, thirty-six silver wheels flew out from the hands of thirty-six strong men at the same time. To be continued.

ps: The second update is here. Please help me, brothers, and I will remember the old cat. Please smash the monthly ticket more violently.
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