Eight Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Retreat without Fighting

Chapter 822 Retreat without a fight

But now, he found that Lu Ming's cultivation was simply unfathomable, his combat power was even more terrifying, and even the chaos was crushed by Lu Ming.

This horrified him.

At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes turned to him.

"Now, do you still want to fight?"

A quiet voice came out.

All eyes suddenly focused on Wang Jue.

Still fighting?

It seems that there is no need for an answer, and the chaos is easily abused. If he fights, wouldn't he be abused even more miserably.

Wang Jue's face was blue and white, and he finally clenched his teeth, turned and left, turned into a rainbow light, left here directly, and retreated without a fight.

No one felt that Wang Jue's retreat was cowardly, and many even agreed with Wang Jue's approach.

In the face of an opponent who cannot be defeated at all, perhaps it is a wise choice to retreat.

Lu Ming smiled lightly and returned to Xie Nianqing and the others.

In front of the stone platform, Long Qianli looked at Lu Ming, and his eyes flashed.

Now, Lu Ming made him unable to see through, which shocked him.

He still remembered that half a year ago, in the Baizun Mountain, Lu Ming and the others still needed to use his prestige to get out of the Baizun Mountain, but now it has only been half a year, and Lu Ming has already given Long Qianli an incomprehensible feeling.

"Hey, funny!"

On the stone platform, Xuejian Nineteen sneered, and then, his eyes glanced around again, saying: "Since there is no one to fight at the fourth level of Linghai, then let's fight at the fifth level of Linghai, Xuemang, you go!"

"Yes!"

On the side of the nineteenth blood sword, a young man nodded, stepped out, and appeared in the center of the stone platform.

The breath of his body bloomed.

Linghai five-layer peak!

"Linghai Fifth Layer, who will come up to fight!"

Xuemang's face was slightly pale,

His eyes were as red as blood.

There was silence around the stone platform.

This time, the corpse sent by the corpse is obviously the top powerhouse of all levels, and the combat power is almost invincible at the same level. This bloody man is obviously such a character.

Without some confidence, it's just shameful to go up.

"let me try!"

After a while, a voice came out, and a young man in a red robe flew onto the battlefield.

Everyone recognized that this person was a quasi-god-level genius of the Wang family, and his strength was extremely powerful.

boom!

The blazing flames filled the air, and the Tianjiao of the Wang family shouted loudly and slayed towards the bloody glow.

Keng!

The sound of the sword sounded, the blood-colored sword energy soared, and Xuemang's body was filled with rich blood energy, fighting with the Wang family Tianjiao.

"The artistic conception of blood in the Heavenly Corpse Sect is extremely powerful. The people of the Wang family are not opponents!"

Lu Ming shook his head and said.

Sure enough, after more than a dozen moves, Wang Jia Tianjiao was defeated and was crushed. After a few more moves, he was beaten by Xuemang and vomited blood, and he was defeated.

"Who else is going to fight?"

Xuemang continued to invite the battle, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Damn, I'll fight you!"

A burly young man roared and rushed to the stone platform.

But this young man was not even as good as the Wang family Tianjiao. He was defeated if he failed to make ten moves.

For a time, no one came to power.

"Unfortunately, Random Wind and Cloud was defeated. Originally, Random Wind and Cloud was an important fighting force of the fifth level of Linghai, and it may be the strongest of the fifth level of Linghai at the scene, and it is possible to fight against the opponent!"

"Ranfengyun's arm is now broken, and the fifth level of Linghai, no one can play!"

There were whispers of discussion all around.

"It's a mess, let this uncle teach him how to be a man!"

After Fatty heard this, he was immediately upset, grinned, carried the battle axe, stepped out, and boarded the stone platform.

Lu Ming and the others smiled, not worried about Fatty.

In a battle at the same level, Fatty would not be defeated unless he encountered Tianjiao who had awakened his god-level bloodline.

"Boy, very arrogant, let this uncle 'serve' you!"

The fat man held the big axe in one hand and swirled a few times in the air. The door-like battle axe brought a gust of wind howling, and looked at the bloody light provocatively.

"This fat man, can you do it?"

Some are skeptical.

"Should it be possible? Back then, in Baizun Mountain, this fat man and Lu Ming resisted the chaos family, the Jiang family's masters, and the combat power they showed was extremely powerful."

Someone responded.

Some people looked at the fat man with hope, hoping that the fat man would win a game.

"war!"

The bloody glow was very crisp, the blood-colored sword energy rushed into the sky and slashed towards the fat man.

"Wochao, I haven't even called you to start, and you're going to take action, you're a fool!"

The fat man shouted, turning the axe in his hand and blocking it in front of him.

when!

The bloody sword light stabbed Fatty's axe, making a sound of gold and iron intersecting.

"Dare to attack this uncle, see the trick!"

Fatty's battle axe was shocked, and the blood light felt a strong force, his face changed, and his figure couldn't help but retreat.

As soon as he retreated, he was greeted by Fatty's attack like a storm.

The battle axe is like a whirlwind, continuously slashing towards the blood light, and each axe seems to be able to open the sky.

Xuemang's complexion changed greatly, and he tried his best to resist, but every time he blocked a move, Xuemang took a step back and went down ten axe in a row. Xuemang vomited blood and was shaken and flew out.

If he won, Fatty won the victory with the momentum of destroying the dead.

Many haven't even reacted.

"Haha, it's really weak!"

The fat man laughed.

"it is good!"

"Fat, it's amazing!"

Many people laughed, showing a sense of fun.

I finally won a game. In the past two days, I have lost too many games. Because I was caught off guard by the Heavenly Corpse Sect, I lost many games in a row for a while, and now I finally won a game.

"This fat man, standing with that Lu Ming, will naturally not be bad. Things gather together, people are divided into groups, and most of the people who can walk together are geniuses of the same level!"

"Indeed!"

The sound of discussions around him made Fatty feel even more at ease.

"Haha, from the Heavenly Corpse Sect, do you have any stronger ones? I'll send them out soon, and this uncle will clean them up one by one!"

The battle axe in the fat man's hand was dangling, and the wind was howling.

"Humph!"

Blood Sword Nineteen snorted coldly.

This time, among the 5th-level arrogance of Linghai that he brought, he was the strongest in blood. There was a fat man on the road, and his fighting power was incredible.

"Have you awakened a god-level bloodline!"

Blood Sword Nineteen asked coldly.

If Fatty is a god-level genius who has awakened his god-level bloodline, then even if he wins, there will be no glory.

"Nonsense, if this uncle has awakened the god-level bloodline, why do you need so many moves to defeat him, one move is enough!" Fatty pouted.

"Okay, you win this battle!"

Nineteen blood swords, then looked at Long Qianli, said: "Long Qianli, let's have a god-level showdown!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked and their eyes were full of light.

The main event is coming, and finally it is the turn of the god-level Tianjiao duel.

Awakening a god-level bloodline and not awakening a god-level bloodline are two concepts.

Most of the Tianjiao, the awakened third bloodline, are only the king-level bloodline, and many are only the ninth-level king-level bloodline.

It is too difficult to awaken God-level blood.

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