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Chapter 3020 Battle with Qin Wukong

Qin Wushang's strength is very terrifying. His divine power has been awakened to 99%, and his power is astonishing. Not only is it extremely condensed, it also has a trace of the characteristics of the original divine power, full of destructive power.

The use of this divine power to perform the Seven Injury Fist is simply not comparable to that of the Qin family's genius before.

"Zangetsu!"

Lu Ming pushed the divine power in his body to the extreme. With the seven divine powers as the core, he condensed it into a ball and slashed it out with the power of the spear.

boom!

The two collided for the second time, and the power was even more terrifying. The stone platform under their feet shook violently.

This time, the two are still evenly matched, and it's hard to tell the difference.

The people in the audience were really shocked, especially Jin Xing.

When Lu Ming fought against him in the Qintian Star Territory, although his strength was stronger than him, it was still limited. It was only a short time ago, and Lu Ming's strength has actually reached this point.

With such strength, he can be killed instantly.

"Seven Injury Divine Fist!"

Qin Wukong roared loudly, and kept pumping out his fists. A series of fist seals came out of his body and suppressed Lu Ming.

"Breaking through the sky, slashing the moon..."

Lu Ming continued to use the first two moves of the three world-destroying strikes, fighting Qin Wukong.

The two were fighting fiercely and constantly confronting each other. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of moves, and dozens of moves in a row, but it was difficult to determine the winner.

"happy!"

The more Lu Ming fought, the more excited he became, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and he used the three world-destroying strikes more and more smoothly.

His divine power is endless and he is not afraid of the consumption of his divine power. Every move can push the power to the extreme.

As for Qin Wukong, the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

Lu Ming was only a fifth-level god. With his cultivation, he originally thought he could easily win, but Lu Ming's combat power far exceeded his expectations.

Even now in the war, he still hasn't captured Lu Ming.

"It seems that we have to go all out!"

Qin Wukong's eyes flashed, and then his figure suddenly retreated sharply. As he retreated, a ray of green light suddenly appeared on his body.

Whoosh!

The next moment, Qin Wukong's figure disappeared, and a series of afterimages appeared on the stone platform.

This is a terrifying speed-like magical skill. When it is used, afterimages fill the sky, and the speed is astonishingly fast.

With Lu Ming's current eyesight and ordinary speed, it would be difficult to leave an afterimage in his eyes.

The fact that it can leave an afterimage under his current eyesight shows how fast it is, faster than Lu Ming's eyesight.

"Speed ​​magic skill, eighth level!"

Lu Ming whispered.

He could tell that what Qin Wukong used was a speed-related magical skill, but it had already reached the eighth level.

Under the King of Gods, being able to cultivate divine skills to the eighth level is already extremely powerful.

Like the previous prodigies of the Qin family, as well as Jin Jue, they had only cultivated their magical skills to the seventh level.

"Seven Injury Divine Fist!"

Qin Wukong's voice sounded again, and then, from all directions, there were fist seals one after another, blasting towards Lu Ming, completely covering Lu Ming.

Using speed-like magical skills, combined with the Seven Injury Divine Fist, all escape routes are blocked, and the power is even more powerful.

In an instant, dozens of fist seals struck Lu Ming.

"The eighth level of speed magic, do you think you are the only one who has it?"

Lu Ming whispered, and divine power surged around his body, condensing into a Nine-Heaven Kunpeng.

This Jiutian Kunpeng was very small, only slightly larger than Lu Ming. As soon as the Jiutian Kunpeng flapped its wings, Lu Ming disappeared from the spot.

In the eyes of others, Lu Ming also turned into afterimages, shuttling among the many fist seals at a speed that was no slower than Qin Wukong.

Lu Ming's Nine Heavens Kunpeng Technique has also reached the eighth level.

The Jiutian Kunpeng Technique was originally famous for traveling and flying long distances at extremely high speeds.

But now, Lu Ming used it to move over a short distance, and it was extremely powerful, completely avoiding Qin Wukong's fist seal.

"This kid's speed-related magical skills have reached the eighth level. Damn it!"

Qin Wukong roared in his heart and was really shocked.

Whoosh!

His body suddenly stopped, his fists gathered together, and he rushed towards Lu Ming.

As he rushed out, Qin Wukong opened his mouth and screamed, and a terrible shock came from his mouth.

The air above Qin Wukong's mouth vibrated with visible fluctuations, and finally turned into swords, slashing at Lu Ming.

Dang! Dang!

Lu Ming waved his spear to resist. The sword struck the spear, causing the spear to vibrate and buzz. Lu Ming trembled slightly and took a few steps back.

"What a powerful magical skill, the eighth level of attacking magical skills!"

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.

Qin Wukong is indeed powerful, no wonder he is so confident.

Not only has he cultivated a speed-type divine skill to the eighth level, but he has also cultivated an attack-type divine skill to the eighth level.

The power of the eighth-level magical attack skill has surpassed that of the Seven-Injury Divine Fist.

"Die!"

Qin Wukong roared, opened his mouth and roared, the air vibrated, and formed swords, slashing at Lu Ming.

"The Divine Dragon Dharma Appearance!"

Lu Ming shouted softly and stepped forward. Nine-clawed divine dragons condensed out, seven in total. They roared towards Qin Wukong and collided with the opponent's sword.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The roaring continued, and the Nine-clawed Divine Dragon Faxiang was unexpectedly defeated. It shook violently, and was finally split into two halves one by one.

However, Lu Ming used the Ice Chain again.

Nine ice chains were flying like long snakes. Qin Wukong's war sword struck the ice chains and made a clanging sound. However, it failed to break the ice chains and was blocked by the ice chains.

"How can it be?"

Qin Wukong was shocked.

His attack-like magical skills were originally good at offensive power, and he had cultivated them to the eighth level. With the blessing of divine power that had an awakening level of 99%, it was astonishingly powerful and extremely destructive.

Strong, but was actually blocked by Lu Ming.

"Breaking the air!"

Lu Ming took the opportunity to launch an attack, and a spear beam burst out and stabbed Qin Wukong.

Qin Wukong was shocked and wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. He could only barely avoid his vital points and was hit by the gun light. Half of his body almost exploded, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. It was terrible to see.

"Lu Ming, I want you to die!"

Qin Wukong's eyes were blood red, and even more terrifying fluctuations were emitting from his body.

boom!

Qin Wukong punched twice in succession, and the two fist seals merged into one, emitting a dazzling blood-red color and crushing toward Lu Ming. The power was frightening.

"The power has increased a lot. It is said that the Qin family's Seven Injury Divine Fist becomes more powerful the more injured it is. It is true!"

Lu Ming's thoughts changed rapidly.

He had just injured Qin Wukong, but instead he allowed Qin Wukong to activate the power of the Seven Injury Divine Fist to the extreme.

"Let's see how long you can hold on!"

Lu Ming's eyes turned cold. He didn't believe that if he beat the opponent half to death, the opponent could still burst out with fighting power.

Swish! Swish!...

Nine ice chains flew around in front of him, forming a defensive wall.


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