Chapter 117 (1/2)

Just a few times, but it's very fast.

In a short moment, Zheng Jun was killed on the spot, which made the reincarnation on both sides stay.

”Are you kidding? Zheng Jun died like this? He is only one step away from the real person! There are also congenital calculation. Can't they calculate the death? Or is it just a stand in

Blood Linglong eyes turn, silently back a few steps.

Wu Ming's Leifa was the most restrained to her. He just stood aside and felt very uncomfortable.

At that moment, she felt a more terrible breath from Wu Ming. If Zheng Jun really died, the culprit must be that breath!

The unknown is the most terrible. She is unwilling to fight Wu Ming in any case before she makes clear the situation.

”False? How could an elder of the blood League die like this? ”

His companions Xu Ziquan and Li suihan are also unbelievable, but Zheng Jun's breath is not fake.

But such a powerful reincarnation, unexpectedly in the hands of Wu Ming can not walk a move?

Their brows were dripping with cold sweat, and they were afraid of what they had thought.

Only Gong yunshang guessed that the change of Wu Ming had something to do with the demon pill of last night, but he couldn't understand it.

”Give me the yellow skin monster and you the rest. Is that ok?”

At this time, there was no need to ask for any more opinions. Wu Ming immediately took the road.

”No problem!”

Gongyunshang several were shocked, smell speech immediately shook his head, more blood Linglong surrounded.

”Giggle... I'm not good at fighting. Please be merciful!”

Blood Linglong smart eyes turn around, as if said pitifully.

”Be careful of her deception!”

Gong yunshang's eyes moved, and a trace of anger appeared on his face, drinking coldly.

”How can they do that?”

Blood Linglong pouts her little mouth like a cry, but behind it there are nine illusory blood red tails sticking out, with a face of pain and struggle on it.

”Spirit body!”

The powerful pressure of spirit mixed with evil spirit made Xu Ziquan's face change.

At the same time, the fear of Wu Ming is even more severe.

Such a powerful elder of the blood alliance actually killed him like a dog, but how far was his cultivation?

”Kill

Soon, they knew.

In the face of the yellow skin monster, Wu Ming took vigorous steps to fight against the wind and thunder. Every blow was terrible. He was afraid that the land was really immortal.

”The best skill! He must have practiced the best skill in the main temple. No doubt, it's still a thunder skill! ”

At the corner of his eye, Xu Ziquan saw Wu Ming, who was in charge of the nine day criminal law, just like the ancient Thunder God.

The resulting jealousy made him step, almost swept by the bloody demon tail, and rolled on the ground.

”Whatever you want, that's the real Leifa!”

Wu Ming is in the middle of the battle with the yellow skin monster, but he is constantly running in five thunder palms. A feeling of great joy and fullness suddenly comes into being from the bottom of his heart.

”The master has made his hand into a Dharma. In this case, why should he stick to the palm technique?”

When Mingwu emerged, Wu Ming suddenly soared into the sky, hovering like an eagle, and his five fingers were like hooks, which turned into claws.

”The eagle strikes thirteen times in a row!”

I'm sorry!

In a flash of blue and white light, in a flash, thirteen thunderbolts were generated at the same time, accompanied by claw wind, forming a huge claw grasp!