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  As a senior, Dai Mubai felt obliged to remind Yang Ming.

   "Yang Ming, think twice before doing things!"

   "With your own power, in front of Mr. Zhao's attack, don't say carrying a joss stick, you can hold it for ten seconds, it is already amazing."

  Ning Rongrong nodded secretly, obviously approving his words.

   As a pearl on the palm of Qibao Liuzong, she was usually affected by her ears. She also knew the prestige of Zhao Wuji in those days, but it was really a fierce name!

  Don't dare to say that with a level of Soul Saint, you can overcome Zhao Wuji with 100% certainty, let alone a 25th-level Soul Master?

   Even if Zhao Wuji didn't need to work hard, it was enough for Yang Ming to drink a pot.

  Of course, all kinds of language are only hidden in the belly, Ning Rongrong did not say it, just a pair of beautiful eyes, from time to time circulated a little bit of the light of the good drama.

   Yang Ming turned his hand over, and the golden light gathered his palms into a weird weapon, like a sword and a sword.

   A finger, flicking the sword body, making a whisper that seems to be eager to fight.

   "No more persuasion." Under the slanting black bangs, Yang Ming's eyes bloomed a little red, and the three hook jade slowly rotated, "I have decided."

"you……"

   Dai Mubai opened his mouth, he really wanted to rush up, grab Yang Ming's collar, and asked a few words out loud, who gave you this kind of confidence?

   It's just that when Dai Mubai saw Tang Sanhe and Xiaowu together with Yang Ming, neither of them showed much nervousness, and he looked slightly startled.

   "You two, don't you worry about Yang Ming?"

   "Worried, of course I am worried." Xiao Wu blinked his eyes wide. "It's just that I understand better that no matter what my brother wants to do, I will support him unconditionally."

   Slender lady, gentleman is good.

  Dai Mubai has always been proud of himself, but at this moment, looking at the firm look in the eyes of this lively and cute girl, he seems to have overturned the old vinegar of Wutan, with a sour taste.

   "That's fine, you can figure it out for yourself, I don't care."

  The conversations of several people fell into Zhao Wuji's ears exactly.

   Zhao Wuji twisted his stiff neck for a long time, and smiled toward Yang Ming.

   "Child, let me see if you are really that strong."

   Zhao Wuji turned into a fragrance in his hand, and it started to ignite when inserted on the ground.

   In the past few years, Yang Ming has worked hard every day and night, and his sword skills have been very superb.

   Especially Li Bai's Qinglian sword tactics, Yang Ming has eaten three points.

  Qinglian sword tactics are divided into nine levels, corresponding to each level of Douluo mainland, they are:

   Qinglian emerged, Qinglian turned into qi, sword qi was like a lotus, Qinglian won China, Qinglian opened the mountain, Qinglian was in the sky, Qinglian gathered, Qinglian germinated, Qinglian towered.

   Now, Yang Ming has penetrated to the level of Jian Qi like a lotus.

   Yang Ming slightly bowed his head, raised his arms, the power of his shoulders and waists was transmitted to his wrists, and then the wrists exerted force, and the sharp sword energy shot suddenly.

   There is a cloud in the ancient text, which is straight from the outside to the outside.

   The sword gas is pure white, showing the shape of a lotus petal, which gradually decreases from the outside to the inside, the tip is slightly pointed, and the sharp edge is hidden.

   "Something."

   A trace of consternation flashed on Zhao Wuji's rugged face, and then a casual expression converged between the eyebrows.

In the past, Zhao Wuji traveled on the mainland for many years, and he has seen people of all kinds from the south and the ups and downs. He has experienced ups and downs. Even if he has been living in Shrek College for many years, his vision has not fallen. At a glance, Yang Ming’s sword spirit is like a lotus. What a subtlety.

  Sword qi is extremely untamable.

  Yang Ming was able to superimpose the Nine Heavy Sword Qi to form a lotus shape, not to mention, but also let them not be scattered, and force them to one place. This is not simply a talent to describe.

  In fact, Yang Ming spent six months in order to practice the sword qi like lotus.

   At first, it was very difficult for Yang Ming to stack two heavy sword qi. When the sword qi pierced halfway, it would burst into bloom, and one accidentally hurt himself.

   If it weren't Yang Ming's persistent practice, it would be difficult to cultivate the Nine Heavy Sword Qi to form a lotus.

   The hardships and pains of them can only be understood by a Chinese person.

   "Dali King Kong Bear, possess!"

   A rather rude roar attracted everyone's attention.

A thick layer of brown hair quickly covered Zhao Wuji's entire body like sticky moss. The original medium figure was pulled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye broke through the limit of two and five meters, the muscles in the arms and thighs, It swelled fiercely, and the biceps brachius with big fist made people secretly take a breath.

  As the seven soul rings continued to move around the body rhythm, the momentum exuded from Zhao Wuji's body suddenly rose to a realm that made people faint.

   He stood on the ground with his feet, like a towering iron tower.

Zhao Wuji's legs squatted halfway, watching Qinglian Jianqi close to her, suddenly opened the eyes of Tongling, the cold light in his eyes, his fists suddenly clenched, among the seven soul rings on his body, the first soul The ring lights up suddenly.

"Roar!!"

   From the depth of Zhao Wuji's throat, Mou Ran released a roar, full of wildness!

A strong golden light burst out suddenly, and the brilliant golden light set off Zhao Wuji like the shape of gold, and in this vast golden light, the Qinglian sword gas that could easily tear the steel plate was melted away like the snow under the warm sun of spring. Come.

   Not to mention breaking through the defense of Zhao Wuji~www.ltnovel.com~ Even half a meter near Zhao Wuji can't do it!

   The first soul ring soul technique, immobile king body!

Although it is only a soul skill attached to a hundred-year-old soul ring, the skill is dead, man is alive, there is no weakest soul skill, only the weakest soul master, under the moisturization of up to seventy-sixth level of soul power, Zhao Promise of immobile immortal king is horrible!

   Quiet!

   Horrible still!

   Aside, Tang San, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were speechless.

   They asked themselves, if they didn't draw out the cards, if they want to fight against the immortal king, don't even think about it.

   Dai Mubai showed a wry smile, saying:

   "You have also seen how powerful Mr. Zhao is. This is still his suppression of his own strength. He did not exert his full strength. Once he exerted his full strength, I am afraid that within one move, Yang Ming will be defeated."

  Zhao Wuji was able to become famous on the mainland for many years, so naturally he is not a general.

   Xiao Wu pursed her lips, her eyes glowed, saying:

   "Doesn't he have the hope of carrying an incense stick?"

   "Impossible." Dai Mubai shook his head and said in an affirmative tone: "Yang Ming is absolutely impossible to carry Mr. Zhao's offense. If he can do it, the sow will be on the tree."