As soon as Lingxiao said this, Cao Ming was furious.

Who is he, Cao Ming?

He is the top martial artist in the spiritual realm. The master is a strong one beyond the realm, and the clan is a big force in the alien world. No one dares to provoke him on weekdays.

Now Lingxiao is talking to him like this. How can he not be angry?

"Good! I'll make you kneel down in front of me in tears. " Cao Ming said coldly.

Then, I saw a flash of his body, the whole person like a streamer, toward the sky.

"Dragon strike!" Cao Ming a cold drink, a dragon shaped virtual shadow condensed from his hands.

Roar!

An earth shaking dragon chant suddenly came out from the mouth of the virtual shadow of the dragon shape. It looked very powerful.

"Mirs wing chop!" Lingxiao a big drink.

The wings of the ROC behind him, golden streamer more fiery, like a magic weapon in general, has the ability to understand the heaven and the earth.

Whoosh!

Lingxiao's body flashed, and with the sound of breaking the air, he chopped down to the virtual shadow of the dragon!

Click!

The sparks on the wings of Mirs are splashing, while the virtual shadow of dragon shape is split into two by Lingxiao on the spot!

Cao Ming's eyes suddenly widened, and soon he was calm again. He gave a cold drink in his mouth, "step on the air!"

His legs in the void, but it is like stepping on the ground in general, step by step in the air, toward the sky.

In terms of speed, it's no slower than Lingxiao.

Lingxiao was also surprised. Cao Ming's speed was not bad.

But sometimes, life and death in an instant, the difference is enough to Lingxiao seize the opportunity.

"Ice soul seal!" Cao Ming gave a cold drink.

A breath of ice and cold filled his hands.

The next moment, his whole person is covered by frost, like the God of war out of the frost.

These frosts did not affect his actions, and even made him afraid.

Once it collides with Cao Ming in this state, it may be frostbitten by the cold force.

In the alien world, Cao Ming relied on this skill to win the victory.

In Cao Ming's view, Lingxiao will not have the slightest chance in front of binghunyin.

"Die for me!" Cao Ming a fierce drink, hands palm bombardment to Lingxiao.

Even if his hands haven't touched Lingxiao, Lingxiao can feel the terrible cold force.

But even so, still can't let Lingxiao retreat.

If it was some time ago, maybe Lingxiao would choose to avoid it, but at this time, the cultivation process of King Ming's supreme battle style made Lingxiao full of confidence.

Lingxiao spits out three words, "broken empty palm!"

Hum!

Space suddenly distorted, a sound of space vibration sound, constantly in Lingxiao hands nearby.

The next moment, palm to palm contact, ice cold force and broken empty palm completely burst out.

Boom!

The loud noise is constantly coming out, just like penetrating people's eardrums.

No matter Zhou Yuting and others, or the four foreign warriors, they all look at Yu Guang here.

They all know that it's not them who decide the outcome, but Lingxiao and Cao Ming.

"My hand!" A shrill scream resounded throughout the audience, just like the cry of hell ghosts, which made people feel cool.

When they heard the scream, their faces turned white.

They heard it very clearly. It was Cao Ming's voice.

Zhou Yuting and other four outlandish warriors distance themselves and look at the direction of Lingxiao's fight.

I saw Lingxiao still standing in the air, while Cao Ming fell to the ground, his hands bloody!