The showdown continues.

It was Qiu Changkong's turn soon. His opponent was a genius in the middle stage of the ninth level of the Wushu Sect, and his cultivation level was higher than Qiu Changkong.

But what is amazing is that it is still inferior to Qiu Changkong, who almost defeated his opponent with a crushing momentum.

"The artistic conception is the artistic conception. Qiu Changkong has actually understood a trace of thunder. No wonder he is so powerful!"

"Genius, he is really a genius. As long as his cultivation reaches the peak of the ninth level of the Wushu Sect, he will be a half-step king!"

"This time, Dongtian Shenwei, it's probably him!"

There are many masters watching the battle around, and many of them are still half-step kings.

Naturally, I saw the secret.

"Lu Ming, have you seen the gap between you and me? Do you feel desperate?"

Qiu Changkong walked to the side, and another sound came into Lu Ming's ears.

"Silly/Pussy!"

Lu Ming curled his lips and ignored it directly.

"you…!"

Qiu Changkong seemed to hit the air with one punch, and had nowhere to focus. He was so depressed that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

Next, Huansheng appears.
Chapter completed!