Exceptional Sovereign Emperor Chapter 48: Many farts
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After all, Liu Ming is the seventh strongest player in the inner door. When Lin Qian spoke out, although he was surprised, he did not hesitate to take action according to the voice.
The audience watched the disciples, and they were still shocking Lin Qian’s speed. For example, Chi Jin Thunder crossed the test bench and immediately approached Liu Ming.
Now, they are also exclaimed that Liu Ming responded quickly, and in a flash a punch that was so powerful.
Metal soul power, the nature is to make the attack extremely penetrating, and the characteristics of Liu Ming's fist blade Wuhun awakening is to strengthen the physical body.
Liu Ming's iron fist, who is the best at inner door, is the best at fighting personally, and is heading towards Lin Qian.
On the iron fist wrapped in golden soul power, the sharp edge of the sharp fist cuts off the air flow of the fist.
Unusual disciple disciples, under Liu Ming’s fist, they must avoid, not be hard-wired.
But Lin Qian is different!
"Drink!" Lin Qian burst into a mouthful of mouth, facing the iron fist coming straight from the face.
Liu Ming and Lin Qian’s fists collided in midair.
The fist blade wrapped in golden soul power penetrated into the red gold thunder soul power and collided with the fist surface formed by flesh and blood.
Click!
The collision between the fist face and the fist blade sounded a cracking sound. Lin Qian's fist turned Liu Ming's iron fist into a sharp sharp edge and smashed it.
Boom!
When the two fists faced together, they made a dull sound. The huge power contained in Lin Qian’s body was transmitted to Liu Ming with his soul.
On the metal fist of the armed Yuanqi, waves rippled like waves, and as Lin Qianli pushed forward, he gradually waved towards Liu Ming’s arm.
The sleeves of Liu Ming’s right arm shredded and flew up like snowflakes, exposed to the right arm in the air, and the muscles swept back like a wave board.
Then Liu Ming could feel the powerful force, and passed along his arm to the whole body, his feet rose off the ground, and flew backwards.
Liu Ming forcibly reversed his figure in the air, and after several rotations, his feet fell to the ground, staggering back and forth for several steps, which stopped the backward force.
At this moment, Liu Ming's entire right arm was trembling, and blood oozed from the cracked mouth.
"If I were you, I immediately confessed to go to the Dan Palace for treatment." Lin Qian stood in the original position of Liu Ming, bathed in Chijin Thunder all over, corners of his mouth warped, and looked at Liu Mingdao.
Liu Ming grabbed the dangling right arm with his left hand, and suddenly wanted to mention it, banging to reset the dislocated right arm.
Mumbling, cold sweat oozing from Liu Ming's forehead.
"Obsolete!" Liu Ming is very clear about his current situation.
Lin Qian’s punch just not only smashed his element in half, but also damaged the muscles and muscles of his right arm, broken his bones into four sections, and dislocated his shoulders.
Even the internal organs were injured by the punch.
Liu Ming looked at Lin Qian in front of him and was speechless.
The other party is not armed with elemental weapons. He collided with him armed with elemental weapons in the front, directly discarding his right arm, and the battle power was instantly damaged by half!
"Young Emperor Lin Qian, Lao Tzu Liu Ming is a real suit, ha ha ha!" Liu Ming suddenly looked up and smiled, walking towards Lin Qian with his right arm.
Lin Qian just smiled and stood still, Liu Ming just supported his right arm, walked past him and walked down the ring.
"Elder Deacon, Liu Ming admits defeat!" Standing at the edge of the barrier, Liu Ming took a deep breath and suddenly shouted.
The deacon elder above the sky nodded stiffly, tapping the barrier with the jade card in his hand.
Later, in front of Liu Ming, an exit appeared, allowing him to leave the test bench on the 36th.
After coming off the test bench, Liu Ming immediately accelerated his pace and went to the Dan Palace for healing.
As Lin Qian said, if you don’t rush to treatment, his right arm will leave sequelae at the lightest level, and it will be so bad at worst!
Liu Ming conceded defeat, and no one laughed at him on the 36th.
Lei Gan lost to Lin Qian. Some people said that the former had no tenth in the inner door, but only by his grandfather, Lei Wang Leiheng, got this fake name.
Some people believe that, after all, Lei Gan background is there, it is possible.
But now that Liu Ming has lost, his strength is also fake?
No!
Liu Ming is just a disciple out of a small town under the jurisdiction of Vientiane Sect. He has the current strength and fame, and he made it out entirely by his double fists.
The disciples watching around the stage changed their gaze to Lin Qian.
In particular, these inner disciples of Nirvana have been completely conquered by Lin Qian.
Xing Yuan Jing is in the ninth order. Liu Ming, who finished nine rounds of Nirvana before the age of eighteen, broke the inner door and ranked seventh, let him bow his head!
The name of Lin Qian is no longer in their hearts at the moment, with a taunt.
"His master, Emperor Zhandi, is a legend in Linhai Prefecture. Now I can understand that the famous teacher has a high apprenticeship. Lin Qian is not inferior to the Emperor Zhuang."
"I am afraid that the blue is better than the blue. When the war emperor is in the primal world, he is not as strong as Lin Qian."
"Now, the name of Lin Qian’s young emperor is worthy of the name!"
"And these heavy armor people who don’t know where they came from are really Nirvana Ninth."
On the test bench, the swordsmen and soldiers who rushed to the past were completely crushing the disciples who followed Liu Ming and Lei Kuo.
Number, the soldiers of the Chinese Empire won.
Equipment, the soldiers of the Chinese Empire won.
Strength, the soldiers of the Chinese Empire still have victory.
What are these gang disciples fighting against this group of heavily armored soldiers?
In an instant, the crying father on the stage was beaten by the crying father, and thinking of what Lin Qian began to say, he quickly lay down with his head behind him, and then got up with his head tightly, and fled away from the test bench.
In an instant, on the 36th comparison test stand, except for Lei Kuo, there was no inner disciple still staying.
Boom!
The element in Lei Kuo’s hands was broken into element cores and components, and the components that turned back into metal **** rolled on the test bench.
And Lei Kuo was kicked by Lei Gan in the chest and kicked to the ground.
Lei Kuo, who was kicked to the ground, looked embarrassed, his body was ragged, covered with sword wounds, and bleeding.
Let's look at the thunderbolt on the stage. Your clothes are clean and clean.
"Lei Kuo, I'm afraid you can't think of it, will there be such a day?" Lei Gan held Ben Lei Jian, pointing at Lei Kuo on the ground, sneered.
"Really? I can't think of it. My cousin is not the same now." Lei Kuo grinned, his teeth stained with blood red, "So what, but lost a contest, you dare to kill me Is it?"
"Don’t forget, my grandpa is your grandpa’s younger brother, and he is also one of the eight elders of the Vientiane Sect, and the punishment elder of the Discipline Hall."
"Say what killed me, do you dare? If you violate the rules, you must die."
Lei Kuo got up from the ground, sipped his blood, and still looked provocatively at Lin Qian who came over: "Your master is almost dying, do you think you can support you?"
"..." Lin Qian blinked, turned and took a swordman's long sword in his hand, and returned to Lei Kuo. "Do you have to say it again?"
Lei Kuo ripped open the ragged chest, and poked his heart with his hand: "Come here, there is a poke towards this, poke me, poke me."
Poof!
The sound of the sword coming into the flesh sounded, Lei Kuo stared at his eyes, and looked at Lin Qian in front of him, and then looked down at the long sword that pierced his heart.
"Oh, there's so much bullshit!" Lin Qian sneered and turned to walk in the direction that the test bench left.