With a fierce burst of power, Wuming's fists struck out, leading to a fierce momentum. Like an irresistible meteor falling, it instantly bombarded Xiao Jian's claws.&1t;/p>

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Under Wuming's huge power, Xiao Jian's face changed drastically, and a flush emerged. At the same time, his flying body flew backwards as if hit by an invisible heavy hammer.

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"Deng Deng Deng..."&1t;/p>

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After using a thousand catty drop, Xiao Jian's body was thrown into the air and suddenly sank to the ground. However, even so, Wuming's fierce punch force still made him take more than ten steps back.

, just now he stopped himself very awkwardly and almost fell off the ring.&1t;/p>

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"After so many days, you are still so weak." Wuming teased.&1t;/p>

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"What kind of combat skill are you doing?" Looking at his trembling hands, Xiao Jian's face changed slightly, and he asked with some stern expression.&1t;/p>

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"It's just you, you don't need me to use my combat skills!" He glanced at Xiao Jian lightly, and Wuming responded in a calm tone.&1t;/p>

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Looking at the arrogant Wu Ming, Xiao Jian's face trembled. The resentment in his heart was like a raging fire, burning his internal organs, making him unbearable!&1t;/p>

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The next moment, there was a sonorous sound of metal, and a short knife appeared in Xiao Jian's hand. Although it was only half a meter long, it was as wide as a palm, and the back was thick and full of fingers. The blade shone with cold light, stinging people's eyes.

Eyes.&1t;/p>

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"I don't believe your fist can still be used as a weapon!" He waved the sword in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Jian's mouth.&1t;/p>

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"Xiao Jian, you are cheating, how can you use soldiers!" Before Wuming could speak, Xiyao in the audience shouted.&1t;/p>

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"Wu Ming and I risked our lives to fight, but we didn't say we were not allowed to use soldiers." Xiao Jian glanced at Xiyao and responded coldly.&1t;/p>

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"You..." Xiyao turned pale with anger at Xiao Jian's attitude. She never thought that Xiao Jian would be such a person. She was really blind before.&1t;/p>

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"Wu Ming, do you need any soldiers? I'll get them for you and teach him a lesson!" Xiyao suppressed the anger in her heart and turned around and asked.&1t;/p>

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"No, there's no need for me to use soldiers to deal with him, my fists are enough!" Wuming chuckled.&1t;/p>

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"Seeking death!"&1t;/p>

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Xiao Jian's eyes turned cold, and the sword in his hand was mixed with monstrous anger, and he slashed directly at Wuming's head. The strong wind was so strong that Wuming's robes moved and clung tightly to his body.&1t
Chapter completed!