Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Chapter 822: Retreat Without Fighting

But now, he found that Lu Ming's cultivation practice was simply unfathomable, and the fighting power was even more terrifying. Even the chaotic situation was crushed by Lu Ming.

This shocked him.

At this time, Lu Ming looked at him.

"Now, are you still fighting?"

A calm voice came out.

All the eyes gathered on Wang Jue at once.

Are you still fighting?

It seems that there is no need to answer. The chaotic situation is easily abused. If he fights, is it not even more miserable to be abused?

Wang Jue's face was blue, white, and the last bite, turned and walked away, turned into a rainbow of light, left here directly, and retreated without a fight.

No one thought that Wang Jue's retreat was cowardly, and many people even agreed with Wang Jue's approach.

In the face of an opponent who cannot be defeated at all, perhaps it is a wise choice to retreat.

Lu Ming smiled faintly and returned to Xie Nianqing.

In front of the stone platform, Long Qianli watched Landing Ming, his eyes flashing brightly.

Today, Lu Ming makes him see through, which makes him shocked.

He still remembers that half a year ago, in Baizun Mountain, Lu Ming still needed his prestige to get out of Baizun Mountain, but now only half a year later, Lu Ming has given Long Qianli a feeling of unpredictability.

"Hey, fun!"

On the stone platform, Blood Sword 19 sneered sneerly, and then glanced around again, saying: "Since the Linghai is fourfold, no one fights again, then the Linghai fivefold battle, blood mans, you go!"

"Yes!"

On the nineteenth edge of Blood Sword, a young man nodded, stepped out, and appeared in the center of Shitai.

The breath on him bloomed.

Five peaks of Linghai!

"Linghai is fivefold, who will come to fight!"

Blood Mang was slightly pale, but his eyes were as bright as blood.

There was silence around the stone platform.

This time, the Celestial Sect sent is obviously the top strongman of all levels, and the combat power is almost invincible at the same level. This bloody man is obviously also such a character.

There is no confidence, it is just a shame to go up.

"let me try!"

After a while, a voice came out, and a young man in a red robe flew onto the battle platform.

Everyone recognized that this person was a quasi-god-level Tianjiao of the Wang family, and his strength was extremely powerful.

boom!

The blazing flames permeated, and the prince's heaven screamed violently, killing towards the blood mansions.

Keng!

The sound of the sword sounded, the bloody sword gas exploded, and the blood gas filled with blood on his bloody man, fighting with Wang Jiatianjiao.

"The blood conception of the Heavenly Corpse Sect is extremely powerful. The people of the Wang family are not opponents!"

Lu Ming shook his head.

Sure enough, after a dozen strokes, Wang Jiatian was invincible and was held down. After a few strokes, he was spitting blood and beaten by blood.

"Who else is fighting?"

Blood Mang continued to invite battles, revealing a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Damn, I'll fight you!"

A burly young man roared and rushed to the stone platform.

But this young man was not even as good as Wang Jiatianjiao, and he was defeated if he didn't reach his tenth move.

For a time, no one came to power.

"Unfortunately, the chaotic storm cloud was defeated. Originally, the chaotic storm cloud was the important fighting power of the Linghai five-layer. It may be the strongest in the scene. It may be a battle with the other party!"

"Ranfengyun's arm is now broken, Linghai is fivefold, no one can play!"

Around, there was a whisper of discussion.

"Ran Fengyun, count as a fart, let Uncle Ben teach him how to be a man!"

When the fat man heard it, he felt uncomfortable, grinned, carried the battle axe, stepped out and stepped onto the stone platform.

Lu Ming and others smiled, but did not worry about the fat man.

In the battle of the same level, the fat man will not lose unless he encounters the arrogance that awakened the blood of the god level.

"Boy, very arrogant, let Uncle Ben'serve' you!"

The fat man held the big axe in one hand and turned a few times in the air. The battle axe like a door board brought a gust of wind and looked provocatively at the bloody man, a stupid look of a master.

"Can this fat man do it?"

Some people expressed doubts.

"Should it be possible? At Baizun Mountain, this fat man, together with Lu Ming, resisted the chaos, the masters of the Jiang family, and the fighting power he showed was extremely powerful."

Someone responded.

Some people look at fat people with hope, hoping that they will win a game.

"war!"

Blood Mango was very simple, bloody sword rushed towards the sky, and cut towards the fat man.

"Wo Chao, I haven't called for the start yet, you shot, you're scornful!"

The fat man yelled, the axe turned in his hand, and he stood in front of him.

when!

Bloodman's sword light, stabbed on the fat man's axe, made the sound of gold and iron intersecting.

"Dare to sneak attack on this uncle, look!"

The fat man's battle axe shuddered, and the blood-mand felt a strong outgoing, his face changed, and his figure could not help but retreat.

As soon as he retreated, he was greeted by the fat man's storm-like attack.

Tomahawks are like a whirlwind, and they are chopped towards the blood awns incessantly. Every axe seems to be able to open the sky.

Blood Mang's face changed a lot, and he tried his best to resist, but for each move, Blood Mang took a step back, and went down with ten axes in a row.

Won, the fat man won with a destructive trend.

Many people have not even reacted.

"Haha, really weak!"

The fat man laughed.

"it is good!"

"Fat, great!"

Many people laughed, revealing a cheerful meaning.

I finally won one game. In the past two days, I have lost too many games. Due to being caught off guard by the Heavenly Corpse Sect, I lost many games in a row and now I have finally won one game.

"This fat man, standing with Lu Ming, is naturally not bad. Things gather together, people divide into groups, and most of them can walk together. Most of them are arrogance of the same level!"

"It is true!"

The sound of discussion all around makes the fat man feel more comfortable.

"Haha, Heavenly Corpse Sect, do you have any stronger ones? It's about to be dispatched. Uncle Ben has cleaned up one by one!"

The battle axe in the fat man's hands dangled and the wind screamed.

"Humph!"

Blood Sword nineteen sneered.

This time, among the five arrogances of the Linghai brought by him, he was the strongest blood-mand. Originally, he thought that playing the Emperor Tianshen Palace was caught by surprise and should have won a winning streak. A fat man was killed on the road, and the fighting power was incredible.

"Are you awakening the god-level bloodline!"

Blood Sword nineteen asked coldly.

If a fat man is a god-level arrogant awakening a god-level bloodline, even if he wins, there is no glory.

"Nonsense, if Uncle Ben awakened the god-level bloodline, why would he need so many moves to defeat him, one move is enough!" The fat man sneered.

"Okay, you will win this battle!"

Blood Sword nineteen, then looked at Long Qianli, said: "Dragon Qianli, we might as well come to a god-level Tianjiao showdown!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked and their eyes lighted up.

The highlight is coming, and finally it is the turn of the god-level Tianjiao.

Awakening the God-level bloodline, and not awakening the God-level bloodline are two concepts.

Most of the Tianjiao, the third bloodline of the awakening, are only king-level bloodlines, and many are only king-level nine.

It is too difficult to awaken the god-level blood.

(End of this chapter)

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