Chapter 1691： Saint (2/2)

But now, a severely wounded saint suddenly fell from the sky and smashed in front of his eyes, which made him wonder if he was the son of the game.

The saint in front of him, braved the flames, his left arm was broken, and his right hand was firmly holding an iron rod. Although he fell into a coma, his expression was hideous, as if he was fighting with people in his dream.

Zhao Ming narrowed his eyes, his eyes burst with light blue light, and he turned towards the saint in front of him!

”Sure enough, it is indeed a saint, and a saint who is seriously wounded and dying, haha, my Zhao Ming has finally come to work!” Zhao Ming laughed, a trace of ice law emerged from his body, and he started to move towards him. The hands are condensed.

On his hands, he wore a pair of dark gold quality gloves. Obviously, Zhao Ming's profession was a melee boxer.

Boxer is also a hidden profession, and there are not many players who have taken up positions. Soon, Zhao Ming's right fist condensed white light the size of a football, and this white light was very chilling.

Meteor pendant!

Zhao Ming let out a low roar, and his right fist hit the head of the severely wounded saint in front of him!

Boom~

With a loud noise, a big pit more than three meters deep appeared in front of Zhao Ming. The cold was overflowing in the big pit, and even a thin layer of ice formed on the edge.

At this time, Zhao Ming, who was in the center of the ice pit, showed a hint of surprise on his face. He found that his punch seemed to be empty, and the severely injured Saint who had fallen into a coma before disappeared.

”Well, what is going on?” Zhao Ming showed a trace of fear on his face.

”Hmph, only a trace of the law of ice, and a skill that can't even lock the soul, how can it hit people?” A low voice sounded behind Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming was shocked, and quickly turned his head, only to find that a black shadow fell from the top of his head. At this time, his whole body trembled. Facing this terrifying blow, there was a kind of dodge in his heart. The feeling of being hit.

boom!

With a loud noise, an iron rod slammed on Zhao Ming's head. Suddenly, a series of ”critical attacks”, ”fatal damage”, ”crushing damage” and ”critical strikes” floated from the top of Zhao Ming's head.

A legendary realm powerhouse in a state of full blood was beaten to death by a severely wounded saint. If this scene were seen by others, I am afraid it would be really frightening.

Puff~

Mietian couldn't help squirting blood, and a pale gold suddenly appeared on his cheeks. Looking at the fainted person in front of him, Mietian gave a cold snort. After hesitating for a while, he didn't make up for the last time, but Carrying Zhao Ming, he quickly flew towards the distant mountains and forests.

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