Chapter 1129 (1/2)

”My hair, you misunderstood me. At the beginning, benefactor Lu also misunderstood me. It must be someone who put blame on me. I'm a monk. I'm a monk. I'm compassionate. How can you do that? Who on earth slandered me? Tell me, I'm going to shoot him to death

The unruly monk clasps his hands and looks solemn. The first paragraph is quite normal, but the latter one makes people look at each other.

Outside the platform, the moonless female Bodhisattva put her hands together and her face was full of green tendons.

Yang broke the sky lip is also a shiver, way: ”do not need to say more, let me try the master's means!”

Without too much nonsense, Yang broke the sky into a hollow halberd, and launched a war with the unscrupulous monk.

There is no doubt that the bloodline of the evil monk is also the Ninth level of the divine level. He is a golden Buddha with solemn appearance, a benevolent face, and a broad-minded Buddha.

People are really speechless. How can such a wonderful flower like an unscrupulous monk awaken the supreme blood of Buddhism?

The battle between the two occupied half of the platform.

”Lu Shaoqing, you and I will fight!”

A black light flashed by, and Mingzi appeared in front of Lu Ming.

”War!”

No need to say more, Lu Ming spits out a word, fighting like a rainbow.

Just defeat Mingzi, and then the unruly monk and Yang break the sky to decide the outcome, and Lu Ming can enter the top three.

His goal is to be in the top three, and he must be in the top three.

On the body of Mingzi, the endless Black Ghost gas burst out. Inside, there were bursts of ghost crying, which permeated people incomparably.

In his hand, there was a knife, a black machete, on which there were evil spirits emerging, as if to climb out.

Shua!

Mingzi rushes to Lu Ming and cuts it with a machete. The ghost cries and howls, and the Yin is dense.

”Kill!”

Lu Ming drinks and kills like a tide. The blood red spear turns into a drop of blood and floats on top of Lu Ming's head. Lu Ming uses the power of zhenjutian and splits it out with one hand, which constantly collides with the light of Mingzi's knife.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

The dense crash sound sounded, two people instantly fight a dozen moves.

”It's cold, it's a weird attack!”

Lu Ming feels chilly all over. Not only that, but also the spirits and gods, there are bursts of cold.

The attack of Mingzi can not only damage the body, but also affect the spirit and God.

The five colors of artistic conception surround the whole body, forming a battle suit, covering the whole body. Zhenyuan is constantly running to block the weird attack of Mingzi.

At the same time, the palms are constantly splitting out.

Every palm has a terrible power.

Seven dragon power blessing, and the power of the third blood, powerful to the extreme.

However, Mingzi is really terrible. Even among the youth giants, they are all top-notch beings. What awakens is the divine nine level blood. The power of the blood itself is also very terrible.

The blood skills, martial arts and power are all amazing.

The power of divine level nine blood vessel blessing is even more than the power of seven dragon power.

Moreover, the artistic conception of Mingzi can be very terrible, and there are many kinds of them. Although there are not as many kinds as Lu Ming, their level is higher than that of Lu Ming, and their power is not too bad.

It can be said that Tianjiao, who has reached the level of youth giant, is very strong and comprehensive in all aspects.

Lu Ming's blood, the highest level, is just seven levels of God level.

However, in the third blood, Lu Ming has endless power, but Lu Ming does not dare to borrow too much. The more he borrows, the stronger his idea of killing will become. Once he can not control himself and is dominated by killing, he will become a walking corpse and a puppet who can only kill.

Of course, with the improvement of Lu Ming's cultivation, the more control he has over himself, the more powerful he can borrow. Now, the power he can borrow has improved a lot than when he was a spiritual God.

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