Although Zhao Wuhui looked overbearing without Jing Yunfei's attack, the mystery of this was even more above Jing Yunfei.●⌒,

Unfortunately, he met Zheng Ming, who had practiced the Daoxin Demonic Technique. With the rapid calculation of the demonic genus, Zheng Ming instantly found the flaw of Zhao Wuhui's sword, and then the sword light flashed and directly slashed on Zhao Wuhui's body.

After the sword passes, Zhao Wuhui dies!

Zhao Wuhui and Jing Yunfei can be said to be the top presence among this group of people, but neither of them had time to exert their due strength and were buried under Zheng Ming's sword.

Although those who rushed towards Zheng Ming had already determined to die, their courage could not help but feel cold when they saw the two leaders dying in Zheng Ming's hands.

The green light sword in Zheng Ming's hand formed a blue light ball outside his body, hitting all hidden weapons of different sizes to the side.

With the flash of Zheng Ming's sword light, many people rushing towards Zheng Ming died under Zheng Ming's sword.

"Zheng Ming, I'll fight with you!" He shouted angrily, Bai Fengwan, who looked a little shaky, suddenly punched Zheng Ming.

The moment the punch was shot, Bai Fengwan gave people a feeling of being unable to do anything, but Zheng Ming's Daoxin Demonic Art suddenly felt a dangerous attack at this moment. And this dangerous feeling was very strong.

Zheng Ming was not careless at first, so he was even more careful at this time. He waved the green light sword in his hand, and a storm breeze blows on the willows, and he hits back at Bai Fengwan.

When the angrily wind blows the willow and Bai Fengwan's fist is about to come into contact, Bai Fengwan's fist suddenly changes, and Zheng Ming feels that dozens of fists suddenly appear in front of him, hitting him from all directions.

These fists, the gathering of fist wind, instantly enveloped within two feet of radius.

The fist wind roars, and the stones are broken. Warriors below the ninth grade have no ability to dodge under this whizzing fist wind.

The spiritual power formed by the Daoxin Demonic Technique allows Zheng Ming to sense the gap between these boxing winds, but sensing is one thing, and it is not an easy thing to quickly cross the cover of these boxing winds.

Zheng Ming frowned, and suddenly he rose into the air and rushed towards Bai Fengwan's left. Although he seized the opportunity, he was still hit by a scattered fist wind when he rushed to Bai Fengwan's left three feet away.

This blow made Zheng Ming couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood again.

However, at this time, the long sword in Zheng Ming's hand also stabbed Bai Fengwan's neck. In an instant, the green light sword was like a long rainbow, stabbing Bai Fengwan's neck.

Because the Qianfeng Sword Technique incorporated the true meaning of the fast sword, although Bai Fengwan tried his best to dodge, the Qingdian Sword still left a deep trace on the erect neck.

However, just as Zheng Ming was preparing to kill Bai Fengwan with one sword, Bai Fengwan's palm tightly grabbed the Qingdian Sword.

This capture made Zheng Ming's Qingdian sword difficult to move.

Although Zheng Ming has a special physique and his internal energy is far superior to that of warriors of the same level, he is not a little bit inferior to those of the seventh-grade peak existence like Bai Fengwan.

However, at this moment, Zheng Ming stared at Bai Fengwan's palm, because there was no blood stain on Bai Fengwan's palm at this moment.

The Qingdian Sword in Zheng Ming's hand is the eighth-grade treasure blade. Although it is only the lowest-level eighth-grade treasure blade, it is not something that ordinary people can grasp with their hands.

But now, Bai Fengwan not only grabbed it, but also Bai Fengwan's palm was not at all injured. He activated the Qingdian sword in his hand, trying to take the opportunity to cut off Bai Fengwan's arm.

But the feeling that Bai Fengwan's arm gave him was a very strong candy, and Zheng Ming had no way to cut him open.

Zheng Ming knew the sharpness of the Qingdian Sword. It can be realized now. With the sharpness of the Qingdian Sword, Zheng Ming was unable to break Bai Chenwan's palm.

Could it be that Bai Fengwan also practiced martial arts such as Vajra Shield, and his attainments in this kind of martial arts are still far above him?

However, at this time, there was no time to think about Zheng Ming. Bai Fengwan's seemingly rough face showed a smile.

This was a smug smile. Along with this smile, Bai Chenwan's other palm gathered into a fist and slapped it heavily at Zheng Ming.

At the same time, those who followed Bai Fengwan to attack Zheng Ming also soared into the air one by one and launched their own attacks on Zheng Ming.

The long sword in his hand was locked, and dozens of thoughts flashed into Zheng Ming's mind. In the end, he chose to touch a hero card in his heart.

However, this hero card does not belong to Ye Gucheng, but to Zhao Zhijing, the Quanzhen Sect is known as the third generation number one.

As Zhao Zhijing's hero card was activated, Zheng Ming felt an extremely mellow internal energy rise in his body. Although this internal energy seems to be less than the internal energy formed by his Red Rizhao Daqian in terms of quality, to a strong extent, this internal energy is at least ten times stronger than the internal energy of Red Rizhao Daqian.

Faced with Bai Fengwan's fist, Zheng Ming also had various ways of dealing with it, the most powerful of which was the gathering of three flowers to the palm.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Ming waved his hand to meet Bai Fengwan's fist.

Bai Fengwan didn't expect that Zheng Ming would take his fist at this moment, but after a moment of shock, a hint of pride appeared on his face.

In Bai Fengwan's opinion, although Zheng Ming's internal energy is far superior to his peers, it is still much worse than himself. The result of a head-on battle between internal energy is that Zheng Ming himself seeks death.

And once Zheng Ming’s internal energy is injured, he will be dead.

Jing Yunfei was dead, Zhao Wuhui was also dead. In addition, he killed Zheng Ming, no one was fighting with him for the credit for killing Zheng Ming.

Not only did the pill promised by Yaowang Pavilion have to fall into his own hands, but these poisoned people will give them some sweetness and can also be reorganized by themselves.

But the moment the two palms collided, Bai Fengwan felt a mellow internal energy directly crash into his body.

Although he had also practiced powerful internal qi skills, under the impact of the internal qi, he felt his eyes turn dark.

And the palm that was originally holding the Qingdian Sword was even more relaxed at this moment.

Although Zhao Zhijing's character is not very good, his combat awareness is extremely strong. Zheng Ming merged with Zhao Zhijing's consciousness at this time, so he naturally would not miss such an important opportunity.

As the green light sword flashed, Bai Fengwan's head was cut off.

Bai Fengwan's death was undoubtedly the last straw that overwhelmed their hearts for those warriors who were already poisoned. Several warriors who had already rushed to Zheng Ming's side saw Zheng Ming waving his sword and fleeing quickly.

However, the effect of the colorless soft muscle powder has gradually been exerted. Even if they forcefully lift the true qi, it will not be of much use.

In just a blink of an eye, more than 20 people were killed by Zheng Ming on the spot.

"Young Master Zheng, please spare me!" A warrior looked at Zheng Ming, who was slowly coming by with a long sword in his hand, and shouted hoarsely.

Zheng Ming didn't care about these beggings. Since these people had the intention to kill themselves in exchange for the reward of Yaowang Pavilion, they would have the intention to be killed by themselves.

Therefore, Zheng Ming's sword did not stop at all.

"Sweep!" Zheng Ming waved seven swords in a row, and the sword energy was more than half a foot long. The warrior shrouded under the sword energy was instantly killed on the spot.

"Young Master Zheng, spare my life. I have a huge secret to tell you. Do you know why the Baigong Gala is not afraid of your long sword?" A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, when he saw Zheng Ming bringing his sword and roaring loudly at Zheng Ming.

The Quanzhen sword technique that Zheng Ming was originally planning to use slowly stopped. For him, he was really curious why Bai Fengwan had such a method.

"Young Master Zheng, as long as you promise to spare me and never die, I will tell you about this. Moreover, there is a great opportunity here." The man said with courage when he saw Zheng Ming stopping.

Zheng Ming frowned and glanced at the half-dead people around him, then said: "As long as what you said is valuable, I can spare you."

"Young Master Zheng, by chance, Bai Fengwan entered the tomb of a first-class strong man." The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said loudly to Zheng Ming after swallowing a mouthful.

First-grade strong people are among the few in the Great Jin Dynasty. The joys and anger of a first-grade strong people can be more related to the rise and fall of the dynasty.

There are few records of where the first-class strong man was buried after his death, let alone entering the tomb of the first-class strong man.

It's really a chance to pay for it.

"According to Bai Fengwan, although he had just entered the periphery of the tomb of that first-class strong man, he had obtained an amazing treasure, which is the gloves of character he has now brought in his hands."

The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks saw Zheng Ming pondering at this time, and then continued to speak to Zheng Ming.

The character gloves, the one who stopped him from the eighth-grade treasure blade just now, turned out to be a human leather glove. How is this possible?

Zheng Ming couldn't believe it was true, but the man's next words made Zheng Ming's suspicion disappear a lot: "Mr. Zheng, it is said that as long as the martial artist's cultivation reaches the first level, his body will be transformed by the true energy. Not to mention that their muscles and bones are different from those of us, even their flesh and blood will become extremely strong."

"Even if the first-grade strong man stands there and does not activate his true energy, he will let us chop off their bodies with a treasure blade below the fifth grade, and will not leave any traces on their skin."

"And, this kind of tenacity will not disappear with the death of the first-grade strong man. Bai Fengwan's hand was wearing a human leather glove made of peeled off the palm of the first-grade strong man."

The flesh and blood of a first-grade strong man can be so powerful. Zheng Ming has always had a vague impression of a first-grade strong man, but now, listening to the words of this sharp-mouthed man, his yearning for a first-grade strong man can't help but increase by nine points.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Ming waved his hand at the man and said, "Take off the human leather gloves for me." (To be continued.)
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