Chapter 651

Meng xuanming looks to the rostrum.

All the high-level officials on the rostrum, though not worried about Meng xuanming's sudden action, still showed a solemn look.

"Meng xuanming, what do you want to do? You still want them to be disrespectful, don't you? " Sun Wencai, who had never been involved in the battle, yelled.

Although sun Wencai was the leader of the sword, he was only a civilian and could not participate in the battle at all. Therefore, we can only watch the members of the sword, like rag dolls, being defeated.

They were all top figures selected from various parts of the army, but they were not vulnerable to Meng xuanming.

Even Ling Yonghao, who was expected to have high hopes, was defeated by Meng xuanming.

Sun Wencai was heartbroken, but he had nothing to do.

Bang!

Meng xuanming didn't turn his head back. He punched out.

The black breath above the fist is like a dragon flying into the air.

Sun Wencai couldn't dodge at all. He just came into contact with the black breath and flew out directly. He was in a coma.

The injured team members around can only watch all this, their eyes are sad and indignant, but no one can stop them.

Meng xuanming followed closely.

In this step, it is more than ten meters away. The momentum of the whole body is like the divine mountain, which has the feeling of filling heaven and earth.

It's frightening to put pressure on everyone's mind.

Behind him, however, were the defeated generals all over the land.

Fang Tian sighed that Meng xuanming had achieved the realm of a master of martial arts and Taoism, and no one could defeat him. Fang Tian is extremely dispirited, "admit defeat! The sword admits defeat

Fang Tian, as the leader of the higher level directly under the sword, undoubtedly represented the whole sword.

An unspeakable sadness poured into everyone's heart. Even the injured, whose bones were broken, stopped screaming.

All the people looked in the direction of the rostrum without saying a word.

My heart is at a loss!

However, no amount of emotion will affect Meng xuanming's half score.

After all, the lament of the weak is just the background sound of the strong.

Meng xuanming stepped on the high platform and scanned the people. No one can stand firm under the edge of Meng xuanming.

Han Zhen is the only one.

"Are you a sword man, too?" Meng xuanming had some accidents. Because Han Zhen is too young.

"So it is." Han Zhen said.

He Ying, who has been checking Ling Yonghao's injury, looks up at Han Zhen. Ling Yonghao, the strongest sword, was also defeated.

In front of such a powerful Meng xuanming, Han Zhen is even more unlikely to make a move under Meng xuanming. He Ying shakes his head and has no hope for Han Zhen.

"In that case, it's up to me to come and see me now!" Meng xuanming saw that Han zhennian was weak, so he gave him a chance to see him. This is already pity!

Han Zhen is indifferent.

"Well?" Seeing that Han Zhen was indifferent, Meng xuanming directly put a huge pressure on Han Zhen. How great is the pressure of the master of martial arts and Taoism? Do ordinary people have the reason not to submit directly?

Han Zhen looks at Meng xuanming, but he smiles.

He didn't say a word more, but his right arm stretched out, and the real Qi of the ten layers of refining Qi instantly mobilized and all appeared on his right palm.

The air roared, and countless people felt the great change of air pressure.

They looked at each other with an incredible look.

In front of Han Zhen's right palm, there is a blue invisible handprint.

Boundless and boundless, boundless and boundless, just like the giant palm of the gods, holding up the four directions of the sky.

He turned his hands.

Tianye falls!

Fall from all directions!