Immortal God Asura

Battles

Qin Ming stood on the stone tank and observed Mu Zixiu's fighting style.

With a bang, Mu Zixiu held Liang Zheng's sword in a powerful position. At the same time, the lightning and lightning all over the body ran from Mu Zixiu's body, all hitting Liang Zheng, like firing hundreds of silver needles. Seru.

Liang Zheng screamed and was shaken backwards over ten steps Many parts of his body were fleshy and numb.

Mu Zixiu chased after the situation, repeatedly hitting dozens of thunder fists, and finally interrupting Liang Zheng's attacks.

"Okay, okay," cried Yanwuchang excitedly.

Qin Ming also secretly punched his fist, admiring Mu Zixiu's battle. Martial arts are dead, they are alive. The same martial arts can exert different powers in the hands of different people. Judging from Mu Zixiu's smooth "Right Thunder Trial", he was clearly worthy on behalf of his students. No. gabe. It seemed that the elder had worked hard for him.

But at this moment, Liang Zheng suddenly attacked back in difficulty, and the sword deeply split against Mu Zixiu. Many people watching this scene took cold breaths and did not even know what was happening.

Mu Zixiu got away with thrilling. He still undressed his chest with a large knife, leaving a red wound on his chest. It wasn't serious, but he was bleeding. Mu Zixiu himself was stunned. He has a winning ticket and is preparing to make an enemy. He actually turned the boat in the gutter?

A deep red wound was especially striking on his white chest.

Mu Zixiu stretched out her fingers and wiped the blood, put it in her mouth and sucked gently, the corner of her mouth evoking a cruel arch.

“I confess!” Liang Zheng closed his sword freely, and he indeed sent Mu Zixiu frequently.

"Acluded defeat? I haven't played enough, I've only seen blood." Mu Zixiu's expression changed, and he rushed over to Liang Zheng.

Liang Zheng frowned slightly, but not retreated, he took a deep breath and took out a heavy knife to meet immediately.

"Liang Zheng will suffer," Qin Ming said to himself.

"Hey! Son, what are you looking at?" Suddenly there was a cold voice behind him.

Qin Ming looked to the side, and several young disciples came up the stairs.

These guys just came. I heard that there was something to watch. I rushed here, but had just come to the top of the mountain, and I saw Qin Ming standing on top of the stone tank and watching excitedly.

Qin Ming ignored them and continued to appreciate the exciting fight on stage.

“Why are you watching?” The head-headed teenager shouted arrogantly.

These people were middle-level disciples, who often bullied Qin Ming.

"The danger of your eyes?" Qin Ming glanced at them.

"Well, you're very brave. Lingu Santian is terrible?"

"Courage is always incredible, and you don't have the pressure to harass you." Qin Ming sneered. Before he entered Lingwu kingdom the year before, he used violence to torture the disciples who had been Lingwu's heavy days and defeated them. Dare not meet for more than six months. However two years later, these disciples also slowly rose to the triple sky of Lingwu.

Those words immediately stimulated the five people.

"At that time, we had a lot of spiritual martial arts, and unskilled martial arts. Now that martial arts are complete, we are no longer like before."

"We are no longer afraid of your strangeness."

"I've been looking for you lately, and you've come to your door."

When they recalled the events of that year, they were furious, and the five people immediately dispersed and besieged Qin Ming, preparing to publicly humiliate Qin Ming.

A beautiful girl sneered at them next to her: "Don't lose control, recently Pang Hu was beaten by two Qin Ming punches and rolled around on the road from where you came to the bottom of the mountain. Only You? Let's play.

“Are you kidding?” The fifth frowned, and the rising momentum weakened slightly on the spot.

"Just kidding with you? Do you deserve it?" The young girl was a bit careless, too lazy to take care of them, and continued to watch the fierce battle in Yanwu's fields.

“Don't be shy here, out.” The others shouted at them, and they all watched the battle at Yanwu Stadium excitedly.

The five disciples looked at each other, Qin Ming beat Pang Hu away? If you remember correctly, Pang Hu is Wu Wutian from Lingwu, is he a disciple of the same name?

Qin Ming saw them flinch, and ignored them, and continued to look at Yanwu Stadium.

Fighting in the arena is dangerous.

Liang Zheng repeatedly gave up, but he could not help it. Mu Zixiu never stopped, forcing her to retreat.

The sound of violent rumbling and thunder and lightning drove Liang Zheng over ten steps, and he retreated to the edge of Yanwu Stadium.

How dare you hurt me! Mu Zixiu sneered, his left fist interrupting Liang Zheng, and his right palm pushed hard against the door of his face, straightening his eyes.

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Liang Zheng's eyes widened, and it was too late to dodge.

Stab! Mu Zixiu's right hand palm suddenly exploded with lightning, blinding glare, electric arc sparks, and pierced Liang Zheng's eyes.

Liang Zheng screamed, not seeing anything.

Mu Zixiu's palm forcefully pounded on the door of his face, struck it back, flew off the ground, and crashed into the crowd below.

"Aah!" Liang Zheng screamed in pain with eyes on his arms, and blood swept his fingers.

The disciples rushed to help each other, dragged Liang Zheng to open a safe distance, and stared at Mu Zixiu angrily on stage. Did you not learn? To play hard hands.

But some people cheered loudly: "Beautiful, Mu Zixiu won!"

"The last blow was very handsome. Combining facts and facts, a step is set."

Mu Zixiu stood at the table, glanced at Liang Zheng who was shouting coldly, and humming, hurting me? I don't know life or death. He continued his smile and was about to receive the cheers of the audience, but suddenly saw Qin Ming standing on top of a stone tank in the distance. He was a little surprised, but also smiled, hey, why is this kid here?

Mu Zixiu was one of the older disciples of elder Qingyunzong, and of course he was also a close relative of the elder. To Qin Ming, the person named by the elder, he had always been very caring.

“Not this Mr Qin Ming Shaocheng?” Mu Zi Xiupi went to Qin Ming with a smile, and heard that the boy was speechless and Wu Wu Wu tripled.

"Mu Gongzi is good, Mu Gongzi will see you again." Qin Ming was about to leave here, and the lower disciples were not allowed to appear in the martial arts show, let alone he was also a part-time servant.

"Hey, don't go. The disciples greet your servant." The five disciples who had just eaten the food stopped Qin Ming, and deliberately bit the word 'servant'.

"Down!"

Five people grinned: "No!"

Huh! Qin Ming pushed the chest of the disciple in front of him with a single palm, and his strength exploded. The disciple's face was still piling up, his body had flown out, and his back was exactly a steep step. He bounced back strongly after landing, Rolling all the way to the foot of the mountain hundreds of meters away, there was no movement.

The smiles on the faces of the other four disciples froze, and they looked back and looked at each other, spitting loudly. A question popped into my head, Brother, are you still alive?

Many disciples grinned at each other, this was a hedgehog, whoever touched his hand.

“Lately relax, have you all come to watch Wuchang to watch the battle?” Mu Zixiu asked Qin Ming with a smile, walked down the ring, and the disciples between the two consciously separated their paths.

"Here's the delivery." Qin Ming felt helpless and unable to walk.

"Don't be too nervous, I won't carry you to martial arts to peek at the competition. I heard you have three days of Lingu, please for you."

"Your problem."

"I want to know how you did it. I heard you don't practice martial arts, and you don't use spirit grass."

"It doesn't matter to you?" Qin Ming knew exactly who Mu Zixiu was, and was prepared to take everything.

"What's up, man without quality." The four disciples could not help but be humiliated again, and Qin Ming glanced at him, holding him back.

The other disciples in Yanwuchang secretly said that it would be bad for Mu Zixiu to suddenly show interest in Qin Ming.

Mu Zixiu smiled amiably, and the sunlight was extremely beautiful: "Our master Qin Ming Shaocheng has yet to appear on the Yanwu stage, come, come and stand and feel that feeling. Don't worry, I'll take care of the accident and no one will punish you Yes. "

"No need, talk again the next day, I still have things to send." Qin Ming lifted the stone tank to leave.

Follower Mu Zixiu smiled and stopped from the side: "I advise you to stand and stand."

Qin Ming shook his head with a smile: "Personally Mu Gongzi's students, there is no need to entrap me for the delivery."

"Don't be too nervous. I'm really not evil. I just want to learn from you and learn how much fighting strength Ling Santian has. Even though I am the same age as you, I am fifteen, but I am taller than you. If you don't mind, I can give you some pointers. How about that? Rare opportunity. "Mu Zixiu looked at Qin Ming with a smile on his face.

No one could hear the meaning of the presence, Mu Zixiu was trying to teach Qin Ming under the guise of learning. You are the self-disciplined disciple of the Wuling Seventh Heavenly Army, and challenge Lingwuling's third world without Martial Arts. It is obvious that you want to bluff people. Although Qin Ming was extremely powerful, it could be the limit against Lingwuling's fourth world. The reason why he lost so neatly was because he was badly injured and careless.

The other disciples were waiting for Qin Ming's response.

Some people couldn't stand it: "Mu Xixiu, don't do too much, you are the Seventh Heaven Wuling Wu, he is only the third heaven of Wuling Wu and hasn't practiced martial arts."

Mu Zixiu glanced at the crowd: "What are you talking about? Don't provoke my relationship with Mr. Qin Ming Shaocheng, we're regular consultations."

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