Translate eight frost dragons at once! Even if this Lengyue treasure sword is not a magical weapon, it is probably not far from the magical weapon. The power of the royal family is infinite, and only the royal family members can get such treasure swords at a high price.

The strong frozen gas almost formed a real entity, and before it could get close to Wuming, it was moved by a cold chill.

Without any slight neglect, Wuming's right palm formed a fist, and the battle that could be seen clearly with the naked eye could condense in the forearm, and a heavy punch hit the air without any target.

This is? Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, but Wuming's face had a confident smile, and the eight frost dragons roaring in the air suddenly exploded.

How could it be? Many contestants were so shocked that they all stood up, and all the audience were even more stupid looking at the eight frost dragons that suddenly disappeared.

Missile Fist!

Wuming learned ancient martial arts, but he never really used missile fists in combat. The battle can turn into eight fists in the air, flew out according to the route Wuming had already planned, and smashed eight frost dragons respectively.

Zhao Lengtong and Han Xing were stunned. The seemingly ordinary punch, the eight-legged qi power that was divided into is far more terrifying than the Frost Dragon. The nearly invisible airflow could actually fly around in the way of the user. This is what the legendary fifth-level strongman or above can barely do. How could Wuming, a fourth-level strongman, easily do so?

Compared with the powerful man of the fifth-level fighting god, Wuming's fist strength makes people feel more frightened. Dou Qi is a stylist. Even if he can control the direction, the opponent can still observe Dou Qi's attack through his eyes.

Why can the fourth-level strength repeatedly make combat methods that can only be used to surpass the level? Is this also a special method of ancient martial arts?

Han Xing's expressionless face, the cold air in his hand was quickly attached to the long sword, and hundreds of iron bullets the size of nails were floating around him, like the cold stars under the night sky.

"Magic Sword! Ice Roar!" Sima Wudi stuffed snacks into his mouth and said vaguely: "It turned out to be another magic weapon. I'm a little numb now. It's only 128 to 64 now. Is it necessary to be so intense?"

The participants were also depressed. Those who had the ability to win the championship were so lucky that they had just entered the finals and immediately collided.

With more than 100 ice bombs, Wuming carefully placed his hands at the hilt of the knife. The missile fist can only divide more than 40 air balls until today. If you want to kill these more than 100 ice bombs, the missile fist is indeed not qualified.

"You guys, let's take action together..."

"go!"

As Ningshuang shook, more than a hundred ice bombs whistled through the air, whistling and interrupting Wuming's shouting.

Ice roars, the solidity of the ice bomb is less than that of steel, but the cold air can be completely released when it pierces the human body, completely freezing the human body into ice.

As a theory master, Dimora explained magic knowledge to everyone a lot, and Wuming also had a considerable understanding of Bing Yao.

He did not dare to neglect at all. The Thousand Killing Knife in his hand formed a knife net around his body, and the sound of metal collision kept ringing in the arena.

"Go! Go! Go!"
Chapter completed!