Chapter 72

"Whew, whew, whew..."

Sen Han's spider spear pierced the air, sending out cold lights, and went straight to Chen Xiaoming's key positions such as eyes, shoulders, throat, heart, knees and lower body.

He didn't even let go. He directly blocked all the retreat of Chen Xiaoming. The end was extremely cruel.

"Too slow!"

The cold light was constantly magnified in front of him, and even under his body, he could feel the slightest coolness. The words in Chen Xiaoming's mouth were floating, and his figure had turned into a streamer, almost close to the spider spear, and came to bibidong's body.

"Boom."

In the blink of an eye, the real body of Wu soul was like a spider's instinct. A piece of spider silk spit out from his abdomen, but Chen Xiaoming's fist has hit him. The spider silk didn't even stop for a moment in Chen Xiaoming's fist, so it was hit in his abdomen with a fist.

"Poof."

The huge spider's body flew upside down in an instant, and blood gushed. However, it was level 98 bibidong. It was still a little strong. It was forced to maintain the real body state of the martial soul without being broken.

"Dead."

As soon as the blow came out, the iron tail of the golden alligator Douluo swept. Compared with the attack of bidong, the iron tail of the golden alligator Douluo looked full of power and explosive.

The air was blown out, making a violent sound, and the waving of the tail was even more windy, with a terrible black light at the edge.

"Not enough strength!"

With his right hand clenched, the silver light condensed on his right fist, the soul power in his body erupted, and the power of the soul bone was urged to the extreme. Chen Xiaoming didn't use his martial spirit. He wanted to know how far his power had reached.

"Boom."

The same punch simply blew out, but it was much more powerful than the punch just now. The silver light flashed away, and then Chen Xiaoming hit the crocodile tail.

The power of terror erupted from his fist. Chen Xiaoming stepped on the void and moved slightly. The power in his fist passed directly along the crocodile's tail.

Up to level 99 soul power, it can push the whole set of soul bones. Even without the use of martial spirit, the power is extremely terrible.

The top martial soul is also the powerful golden CROCODILE KING martial soul. It explodes soul power and uses the real body of martial soul. The strongest blow was blown away by the other party.

Qi and blood surged, and the power of terror was transmitted to the body along the alligator's tail. There was a trace of blood exuding from the corners of the golden alligator's mouth, and his eyes were frightened and unwilling.

He was so successful that he couldn't stop the opponent's punch.

That's an old saying.

There is no hanging young, no hanging empty life for a hundred years!

A mouthful of old blood spits out from the mouth of the golden alligator Douluo. The breath is low. Although the real state of the martial soul is still there, the overall momentum has begun to decline.

He is old after all. He can still fight with his soul power of level 98, but now he has suffered internal injuries and his strength has declined more than East.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There are three figures flying out, but these three are not as strong as Bitong and golden alligator Douluo. Originally, the soul power is not as high as Bitong, nor is it as powerful as golden alligator Douluo, nor is Bitong protected by soul bones.

He's bleeding in the air. He falls under the ground and doesn't know how to live or die.

Terror, unmatched, despair.

Bibidong was very complicated at the moment. She knew at this moment what kind of existence she provoked.

She thought she was smarter than bidon and forbeared for a lifetime. After all, the position of the Pope made her gradually lost.

Twin martial spirits, level 98 soul power, 100000 year soul ring, 100000 year soul bone.

Which one is not the dream of the soul master on the mainland, but she has it all.

Before Chen Xiaoming, she thought that no one was her opponent except a few people such as qiandaoliu.

Now, this arrogant idea has been shattered by Chen Xiaoming, or it has broken into dust.

One punch is a child. Chen Xiaoming, who has just hit a little, is more ready to wave two more punches, but no one comes forward again.

Puzzled, he looked up and just met the desperate eyes of bibidong, golden crocodile Douluo and others.

Looking at the golden alligator Douluo, even his breath dropped. Chen Xiaoming felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's too weak."

With a slight sigh, he was really not interested. Bidong and others, who had just improved a little, couldn't stand a punch. What else could he say?

Perhaps his strength now, those gods can bring pressure to him!

Just God's word, secretly thought about his configuration, or silently shook his head.

It is certain that God's body is weak, but God is not weak.

Considering the strength of the second level God, Chen Xiaoming still feels that he should continue to be cautious.

If you can, wait until his experience value is enough to rise several levels, and then challenge God.

For example, the God of the sea, the God of war, the God of Shura, the king of death and destruction, he will fight all the way up.

Just when Chen Xiaoming secretly planned to hang the Shura God in the future, Dai mubai, Ma Hongjun and others at the bottom looked at the two martial soul halls that had been defeated, and couldn't help but believe it.

After a long time, three more fell down and two were seriously injured.

Looking at the six figures lying on the ground not far in front of him, Dai mubai and others don't know how to say it.

At the same time, Dugu Bo, who is not far away, is also in a complex mood. As a level 92 Title Douluo, he has never had a sense of existence since the beginning.

People seem to have forgotten his existence. After all, there are several level 92 titles Douluo killed by Chen Xiaoming.

Considering that the latter was the vice president of Shrek college, Dugu Bo could not help but rejoice that when he bullied frank and others, he was not there, otherwise his grave grass should be three meters high.

"Oh, you two, give you a ride."

After glancing at the two in front of him, they both fought with the Wulin hall to this extent. Chen Xiaoming doesn't mind killing two more titles, even if there is bidong in them.

But Chen Xiaoming will not let each other go for the sake of promoting the plot.

After all, can't the plot be promoted without bidong?

Chen Xiaoming doesn't think so. After all, without bibidong, there may be a bibisi against Tang San!

However, Chen Xiaoming looked faintly at a place where there was the worship hall. An old man flew out of the worship hall. Although he was an old man, he was tall, burly and had no old color on his face. Except for his white hair, he could not see that the other party was over 100 years old.

As soon as the figure appears, it floats in the air. The figure walks very slowly, but with each step, the surrounding space seems to be bathed in a layer of holy light.

"Great sacrifice."

The desperate golden crocodile Douluo, looking at the old man, couldn't help showing a trace of joy on his face. Even bidong, who doesn't deal with the old man, sees the old man appear, no matter how resentful and vicious he is, his nervous look is also a little relaxed.

Chen Xiaoming looked at each other faintly, looking at each other like stepping on the holy light, but he didn't care about each other's behavior of pretending to be forced than himself.

Now this force makes you pretend. Later, I'll let you kneel down and return the force.

The corners of his mouth smiled. There was only one person in the Wulin Hall who could have such accomplishments.

"Finally willing to come out of your little place, angel Douluo qiandaoliu!"