Qin Ming stepped away, avoiding the attack of the two, and blasted one of the sword-wielding warriors with a punch.
The warrior wanted to avoid it, but Qin Ming's fist was so easy to avoid. The sword-wielding warrior's entire body was suppressed by Qin Ming's montum, and he could only watch Qin Ming's fist hit his chest.
"Shi!" The face of the sword-wielding Wu Wang was full of horror. He did not expect that the Wu Wang who attacked them would actually understand the situation.
People who can comprehend the power before the Emperor Wu are all geniuses among the big forces, and are contended by all the big forces. As long as there is no accident, such people will definitely be the Emperor Wu in the future, and even have the slightest possibility of becoming a Wuzun.
It's no wonder that he just didn't move, not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't do anything.
"puff."
The sword-wielding warrior spouted blood, and his chest was pierced.
"Four brother."
The black short-sleeved warrior shouted loudly, his eyes full of sadness and fear.
"Enclose him, don't let him run, and avenge my fourth brother."
The black short-sleeved warrior shouted to the Iron Luon warrior who was besieging the three martial kings.
After Qin Ming killed the sword-wielding warrior, he saw more than a dozen Iron Luon warriors coming over, and hurriedly displayed spiritual skills and rushed towards the door.
"Where to go." Seeing that Qin Ming was about to leave, a burly man stood in front of the door, trying to force Qin Ming back.
Although I don't know why the middle-aged attacked them, or what hatred the middle-aged man had with Juexin, the person who killed them Tie Luon should not leave.
Qin Ming suddenly shrank his eyes when he saw the burly man who was blocking him. There were seven or eight Iron Luon King Wu chasing him, and King Wu also surrounded him. If he stopped now, he would be in trouble.
Although Qin Ming is at the top of Wuwang, he hasn't reached the realm of Wuhuang after all. With more than one Wuwang, his fists can hardly match four hands.
"Flush."
With a loud shout, Qin Mingyun lifted up the Raptors, and the skin all over his body showed light.
Not only did he keep walking, his reaction accelerated and slamd into the chest of the big man in front of him, only hearing a loud noise, Qin Ming even hit the door with the big man.
"Enclose him, don't fight with him." The Iron Luon warrior behind him obviously did not expect that Qin Ming would be so fierce, it was a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
All the iron kings, regardless of the three kings who had just besieged, chased them out of the room.
It's a pity that there are no figures of Qin Ming outside, only the burly man who just stood in front.
"What about the assassin?" asked the black short-sleeved warrior who fell to the ground and helped the embarrassed burly man.
"Ahem..."
The burly man coughed twice and vomited two mouthfuls of blood, "Okay, so strong."
Seeing the blood on the ground, the warriors of Tie Luon were horrified. Although the burly man was not a body-refining warrior, the muscles on his body were not white. Suffered internal injuries.
What is the origin of that assassin just now, why is it so strong, why should he be an enemy of them? No, it is why he wanted to assassinate the heartless.
"Desperate, desperate?" The black short-sleeved warrior reacted at this ti, patronizing the assassin and forgetting the alchemist that their sect focused on.
Hearing the yelling of the black-clothed short-sleeved warrior, everyone touched their heads: "We don't know. He was obviously beaten up just now. He should be in the corner. Why did he disappear?
The black short-sleeved warrior quickly walked to the corner of the wall, and a downward hole appeared in front of him.
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