"Brother Zhao won't be defeated by Qin Jun, will he?"

"Don't say a few words. That's the only way. Elder martial brother Zhao hasn't got the upper hand yet. This Qin Jun can't be his opponent."

"I don't think so. Now they are in full swing, but elder martial brother Zhao is defeated. The situation is not optimistic."

"Don't worry, elder martial brother Zhao is not so easy to lose. Hey, hey, hey

Zhao Wuji's younger martial brother whispered that although Zhao Wuji is at a disadvantage now, Zhao Wuji is a seven pulse expert after all, and is attacking eight pulse. His strength and endurance are not easy. They can't match him.

Although it's just a difference, it's a natural chasm. Zhao Wuji is the God of war in their eyes. At least among the martial brothers, except for a few extremely terrible demons, Zhao is definitely their example.

Qin Jun's eyes are like a knife, and he ascends the peak step by step. Since Zhao Wuji is so cruel, there is no need to be polite to him.

Moreover, this time, he broadened his channels. Qin Jun obviously felt his strength and Qi strength in his body. He became more calm, stronger and more comfortable.

With his fist in the front and Baji in the back, Zhao Wuji finally tasted the taste of his fist and hit him on the chest. Zhao Wuji felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his blood gushed up, but he swallowed it back.

Zhao Wu has been ready for a long time, to retreat, a shot back!

The sharp soft sword is pulled out from its waist in an instant. Everyone's face changes. The cold light suddenly appears, and the power of the sword is strong.

The soft sword is like a silver snake spitting a letter. With a hissing voice, it is close to Qin Jun's face. Even Lin Zhongyi's face has changed greatly.

This Zhao Wuji, too shameless, even cheat, and a moment of return, who can react?

"Be careful!"

"Be careful, younger martial brother Qin!"

They all exclaimed, but in a moment, the sharp edge of the sword cut Qin Jun's clothes. Rao was so, he was still cut a scar, dripping with blood.

The soft sword is extremely sharp. It blows hair and breaks hair. There is a bloodstain on Qin Jun's shoulder.

Everyone took a breath of cold air. This sword is extraordinary.

With a frown and a sneer, Qin Jun advances instead of retreating. Within seven steps, he approaches Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji used to have the advantage of weapons, but when Qin Jun bullies him, he is tied up and can't open up.

"This Zhao Wuji is so shameless!"

Lin Zhongyi clenches his fist, but Qin Jun is still too young. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji plays tricks, and no one pays attention to him. If Qin Jun doesn't move fast enough, he will have to step back if he doesn't die.

Although it's only skin injury, it's already blood splashing and soaked in clothes.

Qin Jun mouth slightly raised, licked, finally, you do first day, I do 15, this war, no one can think better.

Qin Jun points his two acupoints, charging ahead, fearless.

Close to the body and back, Baji boxing, one punch is better than one punch. The power of terror makes Zhao Wuji unable to resist.

Although Qin Jun has not been able to break through the eight channels, he is almost the same at this time, and with his own physical advantages, the other side's soft sword can not be used again, breaking through the offensive, Qin Jun strides forward, pounding step by step, like a fierce tiger down the mountain.

Zhao Wuji had a soft sword in his hand, but there was nothing he could do. He could only retreat again and again. However, at this time, Qin Jun was not in a mess. After taking advantage of the opportunity, he turned his fingerprints and made another surprise. The nine character truth, without moving the Ming King's seal, was just like the trend of the Yellow River.

Bang——

The sound of a dull pit, without moving the seal of the Ming king, hit Zhao Wuji's chest and directly broke his eight ribs. He suffered a huge blow, and his face changed abruptly with blood gushing out.