Chapter 1289: What is your hand? (1/2)

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”bring it on.”

Ning Qi laughed.

The voice did not fall, the purple Kun Kun seems to pull the bow and archery, the fist slowly stretched to the shoulder, the tens of thousands of miles of aura all condensed toward the tyrant purple Kun, a huge whirlpool, appeared in the tyrant At the top of his head, he still did not intend to use it to suppress Ningqi.

”hiss……”

The nearby monks sucked a sigh of relief, and they succumbed to the understanding of the world between the purple and the Kun, so that they could not reach the distance. If they did not move the usage, they would only use the power of the flesh to throw a punch. They could only mobilize within a few hundred miles. Reiki, this is already the ultimate, if the usage of the phase, the power will increase by a hundred times.

That is to say, if the law of the purple lord is out, the aura within a few million miles will be used for him.

boom!

Under the purple, Kun Kun punched out, and Ning Qi’s original position suddenly raised a huge mushroom cloud, the earth shook, and the rest wave swayed around. The nearby monks quickly ran the pants and turned around, ran out dozens of times. Here, Lidi stopped to look in the direction of Ning Qi.

”Should be ... dead? In addition to the late monks in the legal phase, the immortal monk could not survive this attack?”

If you are calling them, it is estimated that you will die on the spot for one hundred people!

They don't believe that Ning Qi can survive under such an offensive!

”Ha ha ha! I have accepted your debts!”

The hurricane laughter suddenly sounded.

Because he saw it, after the smoke disappeared, there was a huge pit of thousands of feet in the place where Ningqi stood! Among the giant pits, there is no such thing as Ning Qi.

He must have been beaten!

The hurricane is very happy.

Wang Wu looks very ugly, subconsciously wants to chase it there. At this time, Wu Yin’s figure is slightly moving, appearing beside Wang Wu, reaching out to Wang Wu’s shoulder, faintly saying: “Your ancestor still Not dead, you don’t want to join in the fun, just a little bit of trouble, it’s enough to make you smash.”

”Not yet dead?”

Wang Wu was half-confident and suspicious. There was a hint of Xizhi in his eyes. Wu Yin is a French monk. If he said something, should he believe it?

Sure enough, in the voice of Wu Yin just fell, a body full of lightning, the ground broke out from the crater, and then went straight to the hegemonic purple Kun attack.

”Uh……”

The hurricane’s laughter came to an abrupt end, and I couldn’t believe it in this scene. “How come...has he still not dead yet?”

”This son actually took the initiative to attack the purple Kun?”

”It’s really daring. If you change to me, I’m afraid I won’t have the courage to stand in front of Zi Kun.”

The nearby monk took a breath.

Under the purple Kun Kun looked at Ning Qi's figure, his eyes flashed a cold mang, at the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart, just his two punches, even the ordinary law of the late stage monk, is enough to be seriously injured, How is this kid like nothing? Is he the ancestor of the royal family, or is he still living in the blood of the dragon or the demon?

Dragons 18 palms!

Ning Qi rushed to the front of the purple Kun, and directly shot it, the seven silver dragons burst out of the body, with the power of the violent law, against the purple Kun attack.

In the eyes of the purple Kun Kun flashed a trace of disdain, let this palm hit him.

How strong can the eternal habitation's attack power be?

But it’s a cockroach.

”See if you can resist my punch.”