Chapter 112
There was a loud noise, and a crater appeared directly on the ground of the arena made of special stone, and Wu Jinsong's figure exploded.

In just a few meters, in less than a second, Wu Jinsong had already rushed in front of Li Ming.

Li Ming's expression also changed slightly as he watched the sharp spear tip stabbing towards his chest.

He didn't expect Wu Jinsong to make such a quick and ruthless move.

His stature skyrocketed by about half a circle. Originally, Bai Zhe's skin became slightly dark, with some white spots appearing on it, a pair of sharp claws grew out from his hands, two yellow soul rings floated up and down, his feet touched the ground, his body Step back quickly.

But Wu Jinsong's spear was too fast, far exceeding his retreating speed. Seeing that the slightly golden tip of the spear was only a few centimeters away from his chest, Li Ming looked at the expressionless Wu Jinsong with a fierce look in his eyes. fierce light.

The first yellow halo on his body shone brightly, turning into a streamer of light that completely enveloped Li Ming, and then disappeared.

Seeing Li Ming who had disappeared, Wu Jinsong exerted force with his right foot, and stepped on the ground to make a shallow footprint. With a flick of his arm, the Wujin Spear that had been thrusting was swung to the right like a stick.

"Snapped!"

The strong force made the air tremble, and after about half a circle, Li Ming's figure just appeared behind Wu Jinsong. Hearing the whistling wind beside him and Wu Jinsong who was looking expressionlessly in front of him, Li Ming Ming was also confused.

"Oh!"

But not long after he was stunned, the tip of Wujin Spear hit his right arm, and a huge force surged out, throwing him flying.

Li Ming fell to the ground, using his right hand to prop up his body, a mouthful of blood couldn't hold back any longer, and spurted out directly.

The audience who were waiting for Li Mingxiu's space soul skill to operate were stunned.

Most people in Tianshui City know that Li Ming has space soul skills.

Being attacked this time, was it a pre-judgment or Wu Jinsong's blind cat ran into a dead mouse.

Seeing Wu Jinsong with a calm face, the audience suddenly realized that this seemed to be a ruthless person.

Looking at Wu Jinsong who was walking towards him at a fast pace holding a black gold gun, Li Ming used more than half of his consumed soul power to try his best to recover from the injury, but the effect was not great.

The injury was too serious. He felt that all the joints of his right arm should have been broken. It is not clear whether it was cracked or not. Anyway, he has completely lost consciousness. Several ribs in his chest should also be broken. Now he The right side of his body was numb.

Although the left side of the body was better, it also suffered a lot of impact and was injured.

He was completely unprepared just now and took Wu Jinsong's shot. If it wasn't because the thick skin of his black panther martial soul weakened the damage a little, he would probably ascend to heaven by now.

"Da da da."

As Wu Jinsong's footsteps got closer, the pressure on Li Ming's heart became heavier and heavier.

He is basically half-crippled now, without much ability to resist, and it is impossible to face the battle directly. Although the remaining soul power in his body can still use the first soul ability last time.

But he really didn't know how Wu Jinsong figured out that he would appear behind him.

His spatial soul skill has always been his life-saving magic skill, and it is also a major pillar for him to be able to dominate in the stage of great soul master.

Today, because of this, I was overcast.

"What are you doing!"

Staring at Wu Jinsong who had already walked in front of him, his indifferent eyes made Li Ming feel a little scared in his heart, and his voice trembled a little.

"You dare, my father is the elder of the Li family, if you dare to touch me, your whole family will die tomorrow."

Seeing Wu Jinsong held up high by Wu Jinsong, the sharp point of the spear, the string in Li Ming's heart broke completely, and his voice trembled.

Wu Jinsong looked at the young man who was taunting him crazily just a moment ago, but now he could only fall here, threatening him with the power behind him, and he became more and more aware of the fact that strength is the most important thing.

But without the slightest hesitation, the first halo on his body shone brightly, and the black-golden spear tip became more and more shiny, and the cold air pierced directly towards Li Ming's waist.

He recalled Ning Ye's advice to him in his mind: "Observe carefully, don't hesitate, and try your best."

It was after carefully studying Li Ming's battles that he had a guess about Li Ming's space soul ability.

His teacher is so powerful, and the space soul skills he uses are still flawed. It doesn't make sense that Li Ming, a small second-ring great soul master, uses perfect space soul skills.

So he boldly guessed that Li Ming's space soul ability can only appear behind the chosen one, just like that Li Ming appeared behind that young man.

If he guessed it, he went to verify it, so he directly attacked behind him.

He has the confidence, even if he guesses wrong, it will not have any effect. The armor given to him by the teacher is enough to resist the attack of the Soul Sect, and even Li Ming can't break through it.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat, come here."

Looking at Wu Jinsong who was still unmoved, Li Ming finally panicked, no longer caring about the injuries in his body, his soul power was running, and he shouted at the stern man who was also a little shocked in the distance.

Although the stern man didn't want to move, but because of the rules of the fighting spirit field, he was about to call Wu Jinsong to stop when a huge pressure hit him.

His body was completely sealed off, his mouth couldn't move, and the only thing that could move flexibly was his head.

His usually stern face finally changed color, and he glanced around, but he didn't realize where the pressure came from.

The pressure didn't seem to have any other meaning, it just wanted to restrict him from interfering with the battle.

Looking at another partner who had been hiding in the auditorium, his eyes just turned around. Seeing the seriousness in his partner's eyes and the strange feeling of the sitting body, he understood something.

"The people from the Soul Arena haven't come to save me yet."

Seeing that the stern man in the fighting spirit field did not move, Li Ming's voice cracked a bit.

"what!"

Li Ming let out a scream. There was a blood hole in his chest, and he was bleeding profusely.

Circulating the soul power in his body to delay the outflow of blood, Li Ming looked at Wu Jinsong who still had a calm face, and the spear that continued to be raised, and a deep look of fear rose in his heart.

"Master Tianjiao."

Seeing Tian Jiao who was sitting in front of the screen stand up, the fat uncle had an eager questioning look in his eyes.

Tianjiao glanced at him, and said lightly: "Don't worry, this battle is judged to be won by No. 89. If anyone wants to explain, just say it's a personal grievance. I reported it to me in advance, but don't let that Li family boy die. Alright, find a doctor and prepare to hang him.”

Walking towards the door, Tianjiao paused for a moment, his eyes sparkled, and he said: "Go down and tell those two that there is no need to struggle, they just need to give up resistance and bring them back."

"Where are you going, my lord?"

The fat uncle also understood why after Li Ming conceded defeat, the two rescuers did not move, hesitated, and looked at Tianjiao.

"The Li family."

As the wooden door closed, Tian Jiao's cold voice came out.

(End of this chapter)

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