After brushing, Zhang Ming used force to jump to the side, and then, a loud noise rang behind him. Before he could see, the man in front of him had already raised his sword and rushed forward.

The wrists of the sirloin mask trembled, and the sharp sword danced wildly. For a moment, the cold light filled the audience. Zhang Ming pulled out his sword without hesitation. At the same time, he used some six-disk snake-shaped hands skills. The sound of sharp blades interchanging sounded. Every time he touched, Zhang Ming felt a huge force coming.

Obviously, this is not the average level of a man with a masked man. The opponent is trying his best, which is completely different from the last time he fought. Zhang Ming knew in his heart that the opponent had to decide this time, and since he chose this, he had no way out.

Humph! Zhang Ming snorted secretly, looking at a flaw suspected to have been sold by a masked man on purpose, the sword was vented, and the true energy in his hand suddenly burst out, and a powerful aura descended. The knife in Zhang Ming's hand slashed towards the masked man with an indomitable momentum. It was extremely fast, and almost came to the masked man in the blink of an eye.

This is the real beauty of the sword intention he had created before. Although the sword force that blocked the masked man had consumed a little, it is still powerful enough to break out now.

This is also the move that Zhang Ming realized after he improved his Qi-Longing Sword to the level of mastery. He took the unexpected explosion. Of course, the price of huge power and speed as fast as thunder was also increased. At least after this knife, Zhang Ming felt that the coherent true energy of his arms, elbows, wrists and palms suddenly weakened, and his chest was even more uncomfortable, and his internal organs were surging, which was as uncomfortable as the five internal organs were overturned.

He roughly estimated that he would not be able to cultivate it to the previous situation within three to five months.

The man with the masked man in the bhu suddenly saw this move and was in a daze for a moment, and this moment seemed to have taken his life, because the blade came to his forehead in an instant.

Just as Zhang Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to adjust his breath to deal with the other two opponents, a rough and calloused hand suddenly appeared in front of him, just blocking the path of the knife.

What's going on! In an instant, this idea flashed through Zhang Ming's mind, but the inertia in his hand had already made him complete the knife and chop it on that hand.

Boom! With a roar, a terrifying air pressure burst out between the steel knife and the hand. The dust was flying on the field. Whether it was the man with a masked man in the bhu, or the tall middle-aged man who seemed to have no time to react in an instant, they were forced back several steps by this aura. Zhang Wuhan, who had already fallen to the ground and secretly replied, was swept out again by the air pressure, fell to the ground and hummed twice, and suffered heavy damage again.

It's complicated to say that Zhang Ming avoids, and the masked man blocks it. Zhang Ming takes a few breaths when his ultimate move is blocked. I'm afraid that the round of conversation between Zhang Ming and the masked man in Fengwu was not as long as the previous round.

"Interesting, interesting, not in vain."

In the center of dust, three figures stood silently, in a hushed place, and at this time, such a sound came out. The sound was like metal and iron, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Do you guys like to say these things the most?" Zhang Ming raised his lips and said sarcastically.

The person who spoke was the owner of the hand that blocked Zhang Mingzhi's sure to get a blow, and the oldest man. He was no longer the same as when Zhang Wuhan visited that day, but was wearing a single dress, his hair was still scattered, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with a strong uneasy color.

This knife was actually blocked by someone with his hands. To be honest, this was beyond Zhang Ming's expectations. Judging from his reading volume in the Changhe Gang Sutra Pavilion, with his understanding of the current world of martial arts masters, it is impossible for such a talent to exist!

His heart was trembling. Of course, this was only considered a trivial matter. His biggest problem at this moment was himself. This knife consumed too much, and it was difficult for him to cover the parts below his arms. This should be a situation that he did not appear after he lifted the six-pan snake-shaped hand to the extreme.

In this state, the true energy is extremely thin, and even a simple explosion discovery seems so difficult. Even after using it, Zhang Ming vaguely felt that it would damage his foundation.

Therefore, he could only hope to make more comments with the other party and whether he could reply more.

As he said that, his eyelids drooped, and the data was revealed in front of him:

"Name: Zhang Ming

Age: 16(-)

Physical constitution: 2.0(+)

Power: 2.5(+)

Agility: 2.5(+)

Spirit: 1.6(+)

Total status (42%)

Skills: Leaping into the cloud ladder (entering into the transformation) (+), Six-paned snake-shaped hand (entering into the extreme) [Earning into the extreme effect: Hand true Qi], Superpower: Vision (Exceptional level), Wave Breath and Wave Calming Method (Introduction), Qi-Transparent Knife (Proficient)

Points: 0.8

Space: 1”

At this time, a new red character attribute appeared below the attribute bar in his data, which looked quite dazzling, called the total status.

Zhang Ming smiled bitterly, as the name suggests, it seems that this should refer to his current state. After numericalization, it seems intuitive, and it seems that his state is really bad.

"Stop talking nonsense to him, be sure to block it." The tall middle-aged man said in a low voice at this time, and Zhang Ming also felt a gust of wind coming from the back of his head.

"Hmph!" Zhang Ming quickly jumped out of place, and with a bang, the place where he was originally located made a loud noise again. This time he could finally see clearly that it turned out to be a ragged man with dead skin and clear edges and angular muscles, looking like a strong man made of iron and stone, holding a huge iron chain in his hand, which was quite powerful.

His pupils were dull and his face was drooping. He looked like a dead person...

"Ahha..." The strong man let out a vague roar, his legs exerted force, and chased towards Zhang Ming again. Zhang Ming avoided again, but after just avoiding a heavy blow from the strong man, a strong wind came from his side again. Zhang Ming's face changed, and he exerted his light power, turned in mid-air, barely avoiding it, but his left arm was still slightly rubbed to a little.

His true qi was consumed too much and he was unable to fully protect his body at this time. He rubbed it for a while and actually wiped it out a layer of skin, and blood flowed down.

Brush! Just as Zhang Ming landed on the ground and gasped, a sword light slashed down just right. Zhang Ming had no choice but to raise the steel knife in his hand and blocked a blow. However, the subsequent offensive also rushed in like a tide, with the sword lights densely spreading and endlessly.

In just a few breaths, Zhang Ming felt his tiger's mouth crack, and then his whole arm was numb. For a moment, his clothes shattered, and countless holes were opened, covered with blood.

Finally, Zhang Ming waited until the masked man's sword could not stop for a long time, and rushed to the gap he had already discovered, and surrounded the masked man and two giant men holding iron chains.

"Anti-sealing, why don't you go up and play with him?" The tall middle-aged man stood aside and looked silently, suddenly asked the anti-sealing that was standing next to him, which was attacking Zhang Ming's violently attack.

"Swish, Min Tong, you're so careless..." Fang Feng sneered, but refused to continue speaking.

Min Tong turned his head and looked at Fangfeng, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

The cover showed a sneer, but the hand that had received Zhang Ming's blow before quietly carried it behind him without notice. If anyone saw it, he might find that his palm, which was as gray as rock, was swelling red and trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!