Northern Realm King Lu Zhaoying nodded and said calmly: “Take out all your skills, because you can’t handle my ten tricks, I will kill you.”
Qing Ming’s expression suddenly changed . change!
Twenty years ago, he was still an invincible powerhouse in the north, but now Lu Zhaoying actually said that he could not handle ten moves.
This makes him unbearable!
He roared: “Then I will be offended.” When the
voice fell, he shot Lu Zhaoying ghostly, and punched Lu Zhaoying in the face like lightning.
Lu Zhaoying raised his hand and pushed the opponent’s fist away, and said coldly: “The speed is acceptable, but the strength is not enough.”
Qing Ming’s face changed, and a whip kick was swept out, like a thunder.
Lu Zhaoying blocked with his hands!
boom!
There was a sound like muffled thunder.
Qing Ming was shocked to take two steps backwards, but Lu Zhaoying did not move.
Lu Zhaoying didn’t chase, and said lightly: “I have the strength, but it still doesn’t satisfy me.”
“Take out all your skills, or you will be ready to die!”
Qing Ming was shocked, and Lu Zhaoying was lightly relaxed with his hands. Blocked his sharp kick loosely.
He finally realized that Lu Zhaoying, the king of the North, had a well-deserved reputation. If he didn’t show off his skills today, I’m afraid he wouldn’t want to catch Lu Zhaoying’s ten tricks.
“Drink!”
Qing Ming roared, and once again rushed towards Lu Zhaoying, launching a stormy offensive.
Lu Zhaoying had a few tricks with each other, and soon came to the tenth trick.
Lu Zhaoying said: “It’s real!”
After he finished speaking, he suddenly punched out with his right hand and roared: “Kirin Fist!”
Lu Zhaoying threw out this fist, his fist pierced the air, making a sharp air current, the air around the fist was twisted, and the fist was like a unicorn with flames, and thunderously blasted towards Qingming.
Qing Mingguai yelled: “Fight!”
He waved out his palm, his palm seemed to be filled with black energy, and he greeted Lu Zhaoying’s unicorn fist.
boom!
There was a thunderous muffled sound with fists and palms.
Then the palms of the fists were glued together, and the two sides wrestled darkly.
Lu Zhaoying’s bottom plate is solid, the whole person is like Yuanruyue, not moving, the blue veins on the right arm emerge, and the power on the fist rushes to Qingming like a mountain.
Qing Ming’s body was shaking like chaff, sweating like pulp, desperately resisting.
Huo Tiandu and others stood on the edge of the martial arts field, looking at the two people in the martial arts field in shock.
I saw that the air around Lu Zhaoying was faintly tinged with a flaming red color, while the air around Qingming was faintly black.
Half red and half black, distinct.
Suddenly, a white crane flew over the heads of Lu Zhaoying and Qing Ming in the sky.
In an instant, the white crane cried out and fell directly from the air.
One half of Baihe’s body became pitch black, and the other half of his body became fiery red. The death was between Lu Zhaoying and Qing Ming.
Lu Zhaoying suddenly closed her fist and said faintly: “Your strength is not bad!”
Plop!
Exhausted, Qing Ming knelt down in front of Lu Zhaoying, his whole body was infiltrated with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
Qing Ming trembled: “Thank you for your mercy!”
Lu Zhaoying said: “You don’t need to thank me, I just think you are good at it, so I intend to give you a chance.”
“I have a task to give you. It depends on your good fortune.”
Qing Ming hurriedly said: “What mission?”
Lu Zhaoying said: “Help me kill someone!”
Qing Ming said: “Who?”
Lu Zhaoying said slowly: “Yash Nics!”
Qing Ming was detained in the 18th floor of the North Border Prison. After nearly two decades, he didn’t have Yash Nics in his mind, and he didn’t even know that Yash Nics was the young marshal of the North and the Chinese God of War.
He did not hesitate to
say : “Well, no matter what, Yash Nics’s head will be cut off and presented to the prince as a certificate.”
