After going down the mountain, I got divorced seven times

Chapter 467 Two Slaps
Reaper was also a little shocked. He had already discovered the gap between himself and Su Ming with Su Ming's move just now. He believed that he would not lose to Su Ming physically, but he would definitely not be able to match the soul.

"Kick this group of people out of the hot summer!"

"The vice president is mighty!"

Everyone roared, one after another.

After Su Ming lost with one hand, even in the face of the Martial Emperor, he did not give an inch, and his momentum was even better.

After all, as the host, he won't lose if he loses, not to mention there is Zhang Feng standing beside him, so he is afraid that he will be an asshole.

Many thoughts flashed through the middle-aged man's mind in an instant, and then he said: "The vice president is serious. We are at fault for this matter. I apologize on their behalf."

The corners of Su Ming's mouth turned slightly, and a sarcasm curled up, "Apologize? I'll abolish his cultivation and say sorry to him, isn't it okay?"

"If an apology is useful, what do you want the Wuxie to do?"

The face of the middle-aged man also sank, "Is the vice president planning to turn a small matter into a big one? Or is the vice president worried that in the martial arts competition in three days' time, your Yan Xia martial arts association will not be able to defeat us, so you want to use this Planting three indiscriminate means, let us lose one person first?"

Su Ming sneered and said, "You can think whatever you want. The Yanxia Martial Arts Association has very clear regulations. Warriors who attack ordinary people rashly will be punished. Not to mention you outsiders, even domestic warriors are the same!"

The middle-aged man's face was cloudy and uncertain, he didn't move away from his seat, and he didn't rush to speak.

Su Ming said impatiently: "Don't say that we are bullying people as the host. I will hit him back as he beats. Or you can slap him twice, and let it go."

The young man named Death was furious and cursed, "Fake! Even my master wouldn't hit me!"

"I'm not your master."

Su Ming said indifferently.

The latter's face was suffocated.

The middle-aged man still wanted to start a spat, so Su Ming said directly to Zhang Feng, "Stop him."

Zhang Feng nodded.

In the next second, Su Ming's figure disappeared in place.

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to stop him, Zhang Feng slapped him with a palm, his spiritual power was well controlled, anyway, it wasn't a life-and-death battle, it was just a matter of restraining this man and not letting him intervene.

The coercion of spiritual power in a very small range made the middle-aged man dare not underestimate him, so he could only abandon Su Ming to block Zhang Feng.

And Su Ming also took this opportunity to come to the God of Death. The God of Death was obviously not a master waiting to be killed. He roared and punched out, but behind him, another Su Ming appeared like a ghost.

Mirror image!

Reaper noticed the movement behind him, and just about to turn around, Su Ming already slapped him twice.

popping.

The slap was crisp.

Back and forth, Death God's left and right cheeks were directly swollen, and two scarlet slap marks were branded on it.

The mirror image clone disappeared, and Su Ming returned to his original position.

In a real fight, this God of Reaper is definitely not that easy to deal with, but Su Mingsheng was caught by surprise, and his spirit was directly suppressed, so that God of Reaper would subconsciously think that he was not Su Ming's opponent.

One side has the chance to win, and the other side is timid about throwing the mouse. These two slaps of death were not wronged.

But he himself does not think so.

"what--!!"

The god of death roared, this buddy had already risked everything and ignored it, and the two-meter-tall man charged towards Su Ming like a bull with overwhelming momentum.

Brutal collision?

Su Ming's face was weird. The air on both sides of the path that this buddy rushed over was squeezed. If he was really going to be hit, he might be seriously injured.

However, he just dodged his position with a flash of his figure, soared into the air, appeared above Death God's head, and then slapped it down with his palm!
Qiankun Palm!
At the same time, a gentle wind blew on the ordinary people watching the battle, taking them away from the central area.

The palm prints fell.

Reaper was directly slapped on the ground, but he quickly stood up again, as if he was not injured.

Su Ming squinted his eyes. Sure enough, this person's physical body was terrifyingly strong. If he didn't use Xuanwu water discharge and ghost and spirit skills, he probably couldn't afford it.

When the time comes, tell Xia Ling and the others that they should be able to avoid close combat.

He is now testing, the more this god of death resists, he will have enough reasons to kill him directly!

"Dao Lian, stop!!"

The middle-aged man finally came to his senses, and when he sensed the killing intent on Su Ming, he turned pale with fright and hurriedly called the young man to stop.

Cheap?
Why don't you call it a sickle.

It happened that the death scythe was alive.

Dao Lian's face changed, he was in a state of rage, and he didn't want to stop, but the killing intent flashed in Su Ming's eyes just now made him a little startled.

This made him have to stop, almost gritting his teeth to maintain a trace of reason.

Su Ming glanced at him in surprise, he thought that the big guy was going to be red-eyed, yes, the two slaps he slapped were not only to give off power, but also to provoke this guy.

Then find a chance to kill him!

He never shows mercy to his enemies.

It's a pity that he was stopped by the middle-aged man, and if he used the killer again, he would be criticized easily.

(End of this chapter)