Chapter 778: the last one

"Haha...I want to run, do you think you can stop me?" Looking at Qin Ming's angry look, the middle-aged man smiled triumphantly and said.

He took the Eight-Rank Pill, completely concealing his breath, and he found a place to drill, and it was extremely difficult to find him again.

"Really?" A voice suddenly came from behind him, and the middle-aged man's face changed drastically, because he had sensed that six martial arts came.

Seven people besieged him, and even if he took the pill, there was no certainty that he could escape.

"No, you can't sit and wait, you must disappear in front of them before they are surrounded." The middle-aged man made up his mind in an instant, with a little step, and the man rushed out of the city like a phantom.

There is a forest near Qianyang City, hiding in the forest, no matter how many Wu Zun there are, I can never find him.

Standing in place, Qin Ming looked at the middle-aged man who was running away lightly, and after he had left for a while, he flew to chase him.

"They should not be able to find me!" Hiding under a big tree, with some dead branches and rotten leaves on his head, feeling the breath of Wu Zun getting closer and closer, the middle-aged man quickly shut his breath.

Qin Ming flew around the tree and surrounded the middle-aged man with other Wu Zun.

"You really have buried yourself, um...this is indeed a good idea, lest we wait to dig a hole for you." Qin Ming smiled slightly when he sensed the middle-aged man hiding in the hole.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, I especially felt that seven Wu Zun breaths surrounded him. The middle-aged man had a bitter face and his legs were trembling. They prayed. Qin Ming and his group were only deceiving him.

"Since you want to stay in the pit, then I will fulfill your wish." Raising his fist, Qin Ming gave a sneer, the spiritual energy on his fist was boiling, and the power of heaven and earth gathered.

"The Raptors must be!" Stepping slightly, Qin Ming appeared above the pothole and blasted his fist at the pothole.

"Boom." A big knife stretched out from the pit, blocking Qin Ming's fist, and the two made a harsh collision.

Qin Ming took a step back, touched the golden glove on his hand, and nodded secretly.

The broad sword was blasted by Qin Ming, and the middle-aged figure backed back again and again. Just stopping the figure, a silver long sword struck his neck.

At some point, Xia Kun appeared behind him, holding a silver long sword in his hand.

"It's over." A thought flashed through the middle-aged man's mind, and then he was plunged into darkness forever.

"Let's go and find other Wu Zun." Qin Ming said calmly, scanning the corpse of the middle-aged man.

"It's cool, this is the coolest time I have ever killed." Xia Kun laughed, putting away the space ring on the middle-aged man, and said.

Everyone laughed, as if seeing the fall of the Qian Dynasty.

In this way, Qin Ming and the many Wu Zuns found and killed the Wu Zuns of the Qian Dynasty one by one.

"Another one, there is only one left in the end." Qin Ming glanced at the fallen Qian Dynasty Wu Zun with disdain, and said lightly.

This Wu Zun actually knelt down and begged for mercy when he knew he was going to die, and he really lost his face.

Xia Kun was also very disdainful of this Wu Zun, kicked his corpse, and took off the space ring from him.

"There is only one, and the battle to kill her is over." Looking at the sunset in the sky, Qin Ming touched his fist and said lightly.

"The last Wu Zun, just got the news, she is back to Jun Dynasty, it seems that she is in Juncheng, we can't find out what we are doing." Yang Family Wu Zun stepped forward and said.