The figure came forward with a careless palm, and with an indestructible energy.

At the ninth level of the martial arts physical body realm, there is really an insurmountable gap between the innate and the qi.

Bang!

When the fists and claws intersected, Wu Ming groaned, feeling tens of thousands of needles on his hand, which hurt so hard that he gritted his teeth and endured it. Another claw was directed towards the key point of Deacon Yu.

"It's stubborn!"

Deacon Yu seized the opportunity and made a sword with his fingers. He suddenly hit the target, which seemed to be both defeated, but his innate power was very sure to take it before Wu Ming's attack.

But he didn't see the smile on Wu Ming's lips.

puff!

As the Qi stabbed under Wu Ming's body, a layer of white light appeared.

"Magic weapon?"

Deacon Yu was shocked, and immediately felt a severe pain in his chest, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he kept flying back.

"Gangqi protects the body? Isn't it dead?"

Wu Ming was a little surprised. A black golden ring flashed on the finger of his left hand, and a black light cut across the line.

"ah!"

Deacon Yu's legs were painful, and he couldn't help but scream. When he looked down, his thighs were broken with knees, and blood flowed like a stream, and he fainted immediately.

"Hehe... there are actually two magic weapons, and the old Taoist will make a fortune today!"

The Taoist Qingping on the other side saw this, but was not surprised but happy, with a greedy light in his eyes: "Boy, come here!"

A black air transformed in his hand, like a black snake, flying into the air, with sharp fangs and bloody winds.

"Drink! Kill!"

Wu Ming bit the blood of the tongue, spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and shouted loudly, and punched out again.

Pang!

The black snake was like being killed by thunder, dissipating in the air, turning into smudges, but it was continuous and squirming like life.

"Feng Han, how about it?"

Feng Han took the opportunity to retreat and stood in front of Wu Ming.

"This human demon magic is powerful, I'm afraid it's the best way to go!"

Feng Han saw the two iron armored corpses summoned by Taoist Qingping, and more copper armors, but his face turned pale: "This person is not a first-class martial arts warrior who has learned two-handed skills. He is probably comparable to a genuine Taoist priest who has received the talisman!"

"If you don't die when you hit a snake, you will be bitten by a snake. Don't!"

But Wu Ming suddenly said, "Protect me for a moment!"

Immediately floated and then retreated, suddenly sat down, and closed my eyes.

"Haha... Come on!"

Seeing this, Feng Han also felt a sense of pride in his heart, and he was bravely guarding Wu Ming.

Time has only passed for a moment.

Wu Ming, who was on the ground, opened his eyes and took out a silver-bottomed talisman from his arms, covered with golden tadpoles: "Imperial!"

"Ah... Little Zhutian Thunder Talisman!"
Chapter completed!