Chapter 75

It was as silent as everything else. Except Chen Xiaoming standing in the air, no one made any more noise in the sky above the Wuhun hall.

Dai mubai, Tang San, Ma Hongjun and others have been numb. They have seen too much. They don't know how to describe it.

Ning Fengzhi, sword Douluo, Flander and others are also speechless.

While they were still lamenting the strength of the Wulin hall, Chen Xiaoming had killed the Wulin hall alone.

The title Douluo who was killed is almost one hand, and several are seriously injured.

The angel Douluo qiandaoliu, who is known as the strongest in the Wu soul hall, was not blocked by Chen Xiaoming's move, so he was blown away and seriously injured.

In this case, even Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo, who have seen big scenes, are completely blinded.

"Alas."

Not only who sighed, but the golden alligator Douluo who didn't leave the Wulin hall was flushed and a mouthful of blood gushed out. His body was still turning, but now he was seriously injured again.

But the golden alligator Douluo did not hesitate. With a flash of his figure, he hurried to the place where thousands of streams fell.

Bibidong looked at the defeated qiandaoliu and felt very responsible. Qiandaoliu was seriously injured. She should have been happy, but now she can't be happy at all.

Because thousands of channels have been defeated, all the great undertakings of the Wulin hall are empty talk.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Thousands of streams fell to the ground. His face was pale and his eyes looked incredible. He never thought he would lose so badly.

With the top martial soul, the six winged angel martial soul can't even take a move from the other party.

"Cough, have you become a God?"

Raised his head and looked hard at Chen Xiaoming in the air. At the moment, the latter was shrouded in silver light. Thousands of streams asked in doubt.

It's also a title duel. How can the other party be so much better than himself!

The only explanation is that the other party has become a God, but looking at the other party's bloody 100000 year soul ring, thousands of eyes can't help darkening.

"I lost. I didn't expect to lose so thoroughly."

I don't know whether it's unwilling, nostalgic or desperate. In short, qiandaoliu's expression is very complex.

There is also Chen Xiaoming. Looking at the people who have fallen, Chen Xiaoming has not been a killer. He has reached the peak of mortals in the world.

If you go further, you will be on the way to become a God.

There are not many gods. For those people, after deducting some weak ones, such as the God of food and the remaining Angel gods, their strength is also good.

His eyes swept under him and stopped for a moment on Tang San, Bi Bi Dong and qiandaoliu.

Now that he has chosen this road, Chen Xiaoming should also prepare for the future.

For example, while waiting for the growth of experience value, urge the protagonists of these aspects to grow up quickly.

Bored to the point of Chen Xiaoming, he is invincible to the point of cultivating God and opponents by himself!

"Qiandaoliu, bibidong, five years, I only give you five years. After five years, I need to fight with God, otherwise, the Wulin hall will be destroyed!"

The cold words made bibidong and qiandaoliu both stunned and fight with God? What does that mean?

A thousand channels of flow dedicated to the God of angels seemed to think of something for a moment, and looked at Chen Xiaoming's eyes with a look of consternation.

In his life, Tang Chen was his biggest opponent, but he also admired Tang Chen's strength and boldness of vision. But unexpectedly, today he saw a man with more courage than Tang Chen.

Five years later, a war with God?

Thousands of streams looked behind them, and a figure appeared in their mind. Then they clenched their teeth and showed a trace of perseverance in their eyes.

"Well, this battle, my martial soul hall should go down!"

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoming nodded and killed thousands of streams. Now he has improved his soul power. He should not be the opponent of Shura gods.

The other party is the spokesman of the angel God, which is similar to poseide on poseide island. If you don't give a thousand ways of face, the face of the angel God still needs to be given.

The figure floats down. Chen Xiaoming falls in front of Dai mubai and others. Looking at the returning Chen Xiaoming, Dai mubai and fat Ma Hongjun don't know how to express their inner excitement and admiration. Xiaowu and Tang San come slowly.

"Thank you!"

The two people sincerely bowed to Chen Xiaoming and thanked him. Tang San knew that without Chen Xiaoming, he could not save Xiaowu.

"Well, I'll pay you back, junior."

I waved my hand carelessly. It's just the Wulin hall. No matter how many mortals there are, they are mortals after all.

However, Chen Xiaoming turned faintly and looked at a place, revealing a funny smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Why, I haven't seen it for a long time?"

Chen Xiaoming's words stunned everyone. Who else?

Dai mubai and others thought that there were potential strong men in the Wuhun hall. They were a little nervous, but they were relieved to see Chen Xiaoming beside them.

A black figure appeared quietly. It was a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his fifties. He was tall and burly. Wearing a damaged robe, he exposed the bronze skin below. He looked sleepy, his head was messy like a bird's nest, and his beard had not been cleaned up for many days.

"Hum, what do you think we should do with the original hammer?"

With a cold drink, who else could the person in front of me be except Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

When I was young and not sensible, I pretended to be a force. Bah, my cultivation was not high enough. I was almost beaten by a hammer.

Now it's rare to meet again. Chen Xiaoming can't help looking at Tang Hao with great interest.

"Well, I'm joking. With your current strength, I'm naturally at your disposal."

When the words were finished, Tang Hao looked as if he was at his disposal, but his eyes flashed and he knew very well.

With the strength of the other party, I have long been exposed. I really want to calculate the original account. I can't even stop a stick. I can finish it directly. How can I use so much trouble to call myself out.

"Boring, boring, let's go."

The strength has reached the current level. The strength of soul, soul ring, soul bone and blood source of Chen Xiaoming is many times stronger than before. Now bullying Tang Hao with a sick and disabled title is really a bit down.

"By the way, Xiao San, your father's account is on your head. Five years later, Shrek college, I will take you to the promised land of God. Remember, when you become God, you need to fight with me instead of your father."

Life is lonely like snow. When Chen Xiaoming finished his words, he no longer paid attention to it. His figure flickered, he had left and walked away.

Empty leaves its soul power words echoing in the air.

Green trees reflect green willows, rustling like meteors.

When things are over, brush your clothes and hide your name.