While trampling on the broken watermelons one by one, they were thirteen or fourteen feet away.

After a few ups and downs, it was time to break out of the army's siege.

"Want to run?" Zhao Qing slashed twice with his sword, breaking the infuriating barrier left by Wu Ming, and also chased out.

It's just that she can't imitate Wu Ming by stepping on the sergeant's head to perform light kung fu, so her skill is a bit lower, her legs are a bit shorter than his, and the distance is slowly being stretched to ten feet away.

As soon as she thought about it, Gong Jiu's sword circled around her body for more than ten times to accelerate, and then shot out towards Wu Ming, who was leaping in the air.

Along with the huge sound of air tearing, expanding air rings exploded around the sword body, locking Wu Ming's figure along an arc-shaped trajectory, and in the next moment it would cut in from the side of his knees.

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When Qinggong has been used to the extreme and there is no more energy left, facing this flying sword that exceeds the speed of sound, it seems impossible for the opponent to dodge.

However, Wu Ming used a trick that surpassed the impossible.

His body in mid-air suddenly seemed to turn into a soft pile of sand, which was blown away by the strong wind carried by the flying sword

It turned into a wrinkled flesh bag with internal organs wrapped in skin.

Zhao Qing saw it from a distance and couldn't help but feel shocked.

She could recognize that this kind of outrageous kung fu, far beyond ordinary people's imagination, was actually a yoga technique that surpassed what she had learned. But it was beyond her expectation that the other party could actually practice to such an appalling level.

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I saw the flying sword passing near the edge of the meat bag, and the extremely sharp sword wind brought up a cloud of blood mist, but it did not hurt Wu Ming's vital parts.

After the blood mist dissipated, Wu Ming returned to his normal posture, except that there was a bloody sword mark on his thigh, and his skin and flesh were turned upside down.

It stands to reason that with such an injury, Qinggong will be obviously affected, but Wu Ming's actions violated this law.

"Neither birth nor death, neither permanent nor continuous, neither one nor different, neither coming nor coming out. Miss Zhao Qing, your skills are still a little behind. Tonight, one month later, the two of us will compete again.

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Wu Ming hummed in his mouth, his speed only slowed down a little, and the distance between him and Zhao Qing was still getting wider and wider. After chasing more than half of the capital, he finally disappeared.

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Watching the enemy run away in front of him and disappear without a trace, Zhao Qing was silent for a long time. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh and decided to go back the way he came to look for the sword that he had no time to pick up after being fired.

This is the first time she has encountered someone whose Qinggong surpasses hers.
Chapter completed!