Chapter 658 (1/2)

As soon as this statement was made, many people were curious, and many people were looking forward to a war between Shura and Yama.

Because they have a lot in common. They both wear masks and listen to voices. They are both young and have recently risen.

Many people speculate that both of them are peerless Tianjiao from the outside world, and even talents on the list of thousand pride.

However, since the last battle with the seven Chan old monster, Yama has not appeared again.

In the next two days, when Lu Ming continued to fight, no one challenged him.

Once, he challenged others, others directly admit defeat, gave him a million best spirit crystal.

”Lu Ming, fight with me!”

When Lu Ming returns to the inn, Xie Nianqing appears in front of him.

”Fight with you?”

Lu Ming was stunned.

”Yes, I have reached a threshold for the fusion of my two artistic conception, but it still needs to be oppressed by an external force. However, those warriors in the life battle platform are too weak to give me this kind of pressure, so I have to find you.”

Xie Nianqing said.

”Good!”

Lu Ming will not refuse to help Xie Nianqing practice.

Two people out of the city, appear tens of thousands of miles away in a barren mountain sky, two people stand opposite.

Boom!

In Xie Nianqing's body, the artistic conception of destruction and wind burst out at the same time, intertwined and turned into a blue hand print, which exploded towards Lu Ming.

”Pop star boxing!”

Lu Ming blows out a fist and vibrates in the void.

Boom!

Fist awn and palm print bombard together.

With the roar, the palm print trembled, but the fist awn disappeared.

”Strength is not enough, Lu Ming, increase strength!”

Xie Nianqing's voice came, the breath of the body, a gush out.

”Good!”

With the battle dragon's real formula running, the real yuan in Lu Ming's body starts to move rapidly. With a fist, the Buddha can penetrate the heaven and earth, and integrate the artistic conception of fire. It blows at Xie Nianqing's palm print.

With a loud noise, Xie Nianqing's fingerprints burst, but Lu Ming didn't leave any hands. The second and the third punches continued to hit Xie Nianqing.

”The devil's fingerprints!”

Xie Nianqing drinks with her palms. The black fingerprints are mixed with the artistic conception of destruction and wind, and they go towards Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom! ...

the void was boiling, and there was a violent explosion in the air.

In a twinkling of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves.

At the beginning, they were still testing, but gradually, their strength has been improving, has been improving.

Lu Ming waved both fists, and the speed of his fist was getting faster and faster. In an instant, dozens of fists were shot out.

To combine two kinds of artistic conception is to combine them completely.

”Yes, that's it!”

Xie Nianqing's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

And Lu Ming also completely let go of his hands and feet, and his fists were constantly bombarded out.

Xie Nianqing's strength is strong enough to block it. Lu Ming is not worried about hurting Xie Nianqing.

In a flash, a hundred moves passed.

Lu Ming feels that the operation of pop star boxing is becoming more and more smooth, and his understanding of it is also gradually deepening.

At the same time, pop star boxing, like a sledgehammer, constantly temper Xie Nianqing's artistic conception, so that the two kinds of artistic conception gradually merge.

If Xie Nianqing's two kinds of artistic conception merge successfully, her combat power will definitely be able to improve a lot.

After fighting for more than 300 moves, they stopped.

”How about it?”

Lu Ming walked over and asked.