Chapter 1772 (1/2)

Half a month, the twinkling of an eye, that dancing spear figure disappeared in the sky.

”Wake up!”

A voice came into Lu Ming's ears. Lu Ming, shocked, withdrew from the vast land and opened his eyes.

Everyone is the same, stop practicing.

”Half a month has come, and now we are going to fight. It's very simple. If you 100 people step on the stage at the same time and engage in scuffle, those who fall off the stage or are killed will be eliminated!”

”The last 20 people on the stage will be promoted!”

The old man in white announced the rules.

Many people's eyes flicker. Only 20 out of 100 can be promoted. Moreover, it is still a melee, which is much more complicated.

”Now, let's go!”

The old man in white announced.

Shua! Shua! Shua! ...

one after another, they rushed to the battle platform.

The battle platform was very large. When a hundred people stepped on it, they all looked spacious.

A hundred people stood on their own feet, looking around cautiously.

It's a melee, so to speak, everyone is the enemy.

For a while, no one started. Now, the best choice is to wait for others to fight, keep their own strength, and take advantage of the profits.

The atmosphere, some dignified down.

The old man in white is not in a hurry. He looks at it quietly.

Touch!

The sound of stepping on the platform sounded, and the chaotic body's eyes were like electricity. Looking at Lu Ming, the cold killing machine was undisguised.

”Kill you now, boy!”

Step by step, the chaotic body steps towards Lu Ming.

”It's you who died!”

In Lu Ming's eyes, there is a strong sense of war. In his hands, the holy power surges, condenses a long gun, and steps forward towards the chaotic body.

Lu Ming has no fear of anyone in the first World War at the same level.

Boom!

Lu Ming and the chaotic body have not yet fought, on the other side, the war has broken out.

The son of death, even though everything is suppressed, is still extremely powerful. He takes the lead to attack a Tianjiao and completely suppress the other party. With only a few moves, the other side coughs blood and flies back and is blasted off the stage.

After being blasted off the platform, the young man was covered with a beam of light and left here.

This makes many people's eyes dignified.

Obviously, the son of death has amazing understanding. In a short period of half a month, he has cultivated a kind of secret art to a very high level.

Moreover, the son of death's fighting consciousness is amazing, completely crushing the previous Tianjiao.

The son of death broke the deadlock, and others, too.

Scuffle, break out at this moment.

Someone rushed to longchen, to Huangling, to bubbles.

”Zhenshan fist, kill!”

At this time, the son of chaos comes to Lu Ming and blows out his fist. The fist force breaks out, forming a mountain and suppressing Lu Ming.

This is the secret skill that the son of chaos has learned in the past half a month. It is a kind of boxing technique. Once the fist is used, it forms a mountain to suppress a strong enemy. Its momentum is amazing and its hegemony is incomparable.

Roar!

A dragon chant, Lu Ming holding a long gun, pierced out, the long gun immediately into a real dragon, pounce out, the Dragon claws in the air, bombard on the mountains.

Boom!