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Wu Qianjin's face turned completely gloomy: "Okay! Zhuge Ming, let me see what tricks you have hidden."
The next second, Wu Qianjin took action in anger. The Zhuge family's actions behind the scenes violated Wu Qianjin's most important interests.
Wu Qiansheng tore Zhuge Ming's heart to pieces.
He punched out, and a ball of white energy exploded in the air in front of him.
Boom~
The energy rushed towards Zhuge Ming's chest.
Zhuge Ming faced each other with his palms, and struck the white fist in front of him with a palm from the air.
Bang~
With the collision of the two energies, Zhuge Ming tapped his toes, flew back lightly, and exited the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
Phew~
Wu Qianjin¡¯s fleshy body flew out like a meat bomb, and punched Zhuge Ming again.
Zhuge Ming's body, which was still floating in mid-air, was hit by Wu Qianjin's punch. He accelerated and flew backwards. With a bang, he fell to the ground and rolled back ten meters.
As Zhuge Ming's body continued to roll, a shallow ravine was left on the ground. The gray floor tiles were smashed into pieces and splashed around.
During the rolling process, Zhuge Ming finally adjusted his posture, kicked off the ground with his legs, and jumped up high. There was a layer of spiritual energy surrounding his body, and he could not see any injuries.
Zhuge Ming's body was flying in the air, and he grabbed it with both hands.
Their Zhuge family's Xuan-level low-grade skills were used, and the phoenix feather claws were used, three on each hand, and a total of six spiritual energy blades were slashed towards Wu Qianjin below.
Although the five thousand kilogram body is fat, its movements are extremely agile. When the six air blades flew towards it, it had already nimbly dodged aside.
The spiritual energy blade fell on the ground, cutting small and deep ravines on the ground.
Wu Qianjin glanced at the ground sideways and praised: "Well, the Xuan level martial arts is quite powerful."
Without saying a word, Zhuge Ming waved his hands left and right alternately several times until the air blade flew towards Wu Qianjin again.
Wu Qianjin¡¯s body jumped to the side, and he did a few somersaults on his hands and feet. He bounced on the ground a few times like a bouncy ball, and easily avoided Zhuge Ming¡¯s attack.
Wu Qianjin said sarcastically: "Zhuge Ming, your cultivation level is below mine, and you are still far behind me in controlling spiritual power. If you don't show some real skills, I'm afraid you won't have a chance."
Zhuge Ming looked gloomy and felt that Wu Qianjin was simply bullying others.
There was already a gap in cultivation between the two of them, but Wu Qianjin kept mocking him, which made Zhuge Ming's anger go over his head.
He thrust his claws under his armpits and rushed toward Five Thousand Jin. Then his claws suddenly stretched out, like an eagle soaring in the sky catching a wild boar on the ground.
"Rabbit kick." Wu Qianjin shouted, lying down on the ground, and kicked out his legs towards Zhuge Ming's claws.
The spiritual power released by the two people collided violently.
Wu Qianjin¡¯s kick was so powerful that Zhuge Ming flew dozens of meters high.
Zhuge Ming only felt a sweetness in his throat, and quickly swallowed the blood in his mouth.
I judged in my heart: "This damn fat guy is so powerful, he can't get close at all! It seems I have to show some real skills."
Zhuge Ming touched his waist, and several cross-shaped darts appeared in his hand. He gently threw the darts out like throwing leaves.
After the dart was released, it began to spin faster and faster.
Within a moment, before the dart landed, the high-speed rotating dart produced a harsh scream due to high-speed friction with the air.
Several darts floated towards Wu Qianjin like fallen leaves.
These darts seemed to move slowly, but Wu Qianjin did not dare to be careless. A pair of gloves appeared on his hands in an instant.
Wu Qianjin kicked his foot, and a piece of gravel flew towards one of the darts.
The dart was like a fallen leaf, twisting left and right twice, and actually dodged the stone kicked by Wu Qianjin.
Zhuge Ming sneered triumphantly, and followed the same pattern with several darts in his hand, and he threw them out again.
Wu Qianjin was surprised to find that these fallen leaf-like darts were getting closer to him little by little, as if they were wrapped around him. No matter how he changed his direction, the darts kept following him, and then gradually surrounded him. .
Seeing that the number of darts was increasing, Wu Qianjin still turned his attention to Zhuge Ming, who had just landed not far away. It seemed that these darts should have been controlled by him.
theAfter the darts almost surrounded Wu Qianjin, Zhuge Ming, who was not far away, laughed: "Wu Qianjin, let me try this trick of 'Golden Leaf Flowing Shadow'."
"A few broken darts, do you really think of them as a treasure?"
As Wu Qianjin spoke, he slapped a dart in front of him.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Zhuge Ming's mouth: "Wu Qianjin, go to hell."
Wu Qianjin¡¯s slap had already hit a dart. At this moment, dozens of darts around him seemed to have broken their own balance and suddenly accelerated.
Wu Qianjin is like the center of a typhoon, and the surrounding darts are the whirlwind itself that is constantly surrounding it, shrinking towards the center like a meat grinder.
Wu Qianjin¡¯s pupils shrank, and he realized that he could not avoid it and would soon disturb him.
Wu Qianjin suddenly clasped his hands together, chanting Sanskrit in a low voice, and his body was covered with a golden shadow, making his whole image look like a golden Buddha.
Like a rolled up hurricane, the darts kept sliding on the golden shadow, making the sound of metal friction, but did not hurt the five thousand pounds inside.
Zhuge Ming couldn¡¯t believe that this was already his last resort, but it didn¡¯t have any effect on Wu Qianjin.
Zhuge Ming was shocked and asked: "What kind of martial arts is this?"
Wu Qianjin¡¯s expression was solemn, and his tone was as calm as thunder: ¡°Buddha¡¯s Furious King Kong.¡±
Zhuge Ming was shocked: "How do you know Buddhist Kung Fu?"
Wu Qianjin did not answer, but pinched the magic formula in his hand, and countless arms seemed to appear around him, grabbing at the darts flying around him.
"Buddha picks a thousand leaves."
¡°Click, click, click,¡± the darts that were still spinning at high speed were gently held in the hand by Wu Qianjin¡¯s phantom.
The next moment, Wu Qianjin stared at Zhuge Ming not far away, and said coldly: "Buddha retreats from the incense."
As soon as those phantom-shaped hands were sent towards Zhuge Ming, the darts flew towards Zhuge Ming at a faster speed.
Whoosh whoosh~
Zhuge Ming hurriedly dodged, but there were still darts that he could not dodge, leaving several wounds on his body.
Zhuge Ming¡¯s expression changed drastically, and before he could make any response, he heard Wu Qianjin¡¯s voice again.
"Buddha's head is even more filthy."
Wu Qianjin clasped his hands together, like the bell vertebrae used to strike a bell on a bell tower, and hit Zhuge Ming's chest.
Duang~
Wu Qianjin¡¯s head hit Zhuge Ming hard.
"I saw Zhuge Ming's mouth opened wide, blood spurting out from his mouth, and his body flew out in a whoosh.
Boom boom boom~
¡°I don¡¯t know how far it flew, knocking down several walls. Zhuge Ming¡¯s figure was also blocked by the smoke and dust behind the fallen walls.
When Wu Qianjin¡¯s spiritual energy dissipated, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it on the top of his head: ¡°Dirty, really dirty.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com