Realms: Only I Traverse Through the Anime Multiverse

Du Ming looked at this foot and went straight to an attack without speed, no change, and could not help but be speechless.

At this time, there was a burst of exclaiming from the outside of the platform, making Du Ming even more speechless.

"Hurry up! The speed of Yamu Tea is almost so left to leave the shadow, and I can't see the attack trajectory at all!"

"Oh!"

At the same time as Yamu Tea "disappeared", Du Ming moved his right foot to move a small step to the side, avoiding the attack in a few points, and a strand of breath from his fingertips.

He looked up at Yamu Tea, and Yamu Tea's face remained unchanged. It didn't seem to think that this attack was effective for Du Ming this time.

At the same time, Yamu Tea turned around in the air with the power that ordinary warriors could not do in the air, turning around in the air with the power of the waist, reversing the body hard, and kicked the other foot.

Du Ming jumped back a little bit again, staggered the sweeping leg of Yamu tea.

The ring of the qualifiers is small, and the length and width are about 3x5 meters.

It is probably that the Wudao Temple believes that the qualifiers are not needed.

Of course, the small point of the ring does not matter, and for Du Ming and Yamu Tea, they are just not playing enough.

It was not a ring that affects the two of them, but the referee and the audience.

The referee also stood on the small ring.

The hundreds of audiences around them were surrounded by the ring. The audience standing by the platform even lay the upper body on the ring and shouted to cheer.

If you use a large -scale lethality move, there is one of the audience here, at least serious injuries.

Du Ming has not intended to have a large range of attacks since this battle, and he saw Yamu Tea's attack on his two feet and exposed flaws.

Without being polite, while Du Ming flickered behind his body, he turned the center of gravity, and a strand of gas turned into a light blade. Du Ming had a finger, and the light blade screwed towards the door of Yamu Tea.

He intends to use this attack to test the strength of Yamu Tea, the strength and tolerance of the flesh, and calculate the ability of Yamu Tea. Fortunately, the control force later.

Although this little light blade allows a deadly ordinary people, most of these audiences do not pay much attention.

"This is!" The No. 8 seed Ed, who had already lost, looked at Du Ming, who was the same as Du Ming under the door of Mimi martial arts, and then noticed, then noticed such a small blade.

"Can Duming have been able to launch Qi to the body? But there is only a finger -sized air blade, I'm afraid it's useless ..."

Ed not only misunderstood Du Ming's strength, but also misunderstood the strength of the blade.

This blade is a fatal attack on ordinary people.

Even masters will be hurt.

Obviously, Yamu Tea is much more knowledgeable than Ed, her eyes open, her hands cross quickly in front of their chests, focus on their hands, and grit their teeth and eat this attack.

Du Ming looked at Yamu tea on his right hand and was cut by about half a centimeter of wounds. He thought about it, and then showed a smile.

How powerful he wants to use, he probably knows it.

The thought flashed in his mind, and Du Ming's Yu Guang just glanced at a few figures squeezed from the distance from the ring.

Turtle fairy, Goku, Klin, Bulma, oolong ...

These companions also came to watch the duel.

"Ah! What is he in his hand!"

Du Ming's momentary momentum, he exclaimed in the crowd.

He glanced at Yamu Tea and froze.

Qigong gun?

Yamu Tea actually uses qigong guns in such a small venue?

If the qigong cannon is flashed by himself, it will directly hit the audience. There are not only ordinary warriors, but also some ordinary people in the audience.

How many can you survive this cannon?

Do you think you will eat hard?

wrong…

Du Ming quickly discovered that the gas between Yamu Tea was a little different, very unstable, and it would explode at any time.

(Three meters ... no, leave Yamu Tea for more than two meters, this Qigong Bolly Horse will explode, if the effective range of explosion ... one meter diameter?)

Du Ming quickly knew the purpose of Yamu Tea.

Use this qigong wave to force him to move.

(Too slow and powerful.)

Du Ming's look unchanged, his body fiercely moved forward, rushing directly to Yamu tea.

"ah!"

"It's amazing!"

"I haven't seen the move !!"

Many exclaiming sounds sounded at the same time on the four sides of the ring, and they are strange to the strange light group between the hands of Yamu Tea.

At this time, the qigong gun between Yamu Tea has begun to shake fiercely, completed the preparation, and can be launched at any time.

Seeing that Du Ming did not retreat, Yamu tea was not panicked, and even a joy.

"Du Ming, you guy !!!"

Yamu tea shouted madly and pushed Qigong's life to Du Ming.

Obviously Du Ming's guy is as good as him, and even more than him, why Du Ming's women are willing to be with Du Ming!

hateful! Intersection

Yamu tea is envious of the heart, and his hands are muscular.

In the expectations of Yamu Tea, this attack will definitely hurt Du Ming in a lot of damage, which hurts Du Ming.

In the last time, the impact of the explosion can also push Du Ming, who does not retreat, and even push it outside the ring.

The burst of a bunch of "bombardment" rose, and the stabbing Bai Mang instantly flashed in front of everyone, making the audience's eyes almost unclear.

Even a small number of people who are not affected by white light, such as Yamu Tea.

But the white light caused by the explosion enveloped Du Ming, and he couldn't see the details clearly.

"Got it!" Yamcha clenched his right hand.

But the situation was obviously not what Yamcha wanted.

"What!"

He saw a fist as big as a sandbag suddenly break through the white light of the explosion and hit him.

For some reason, this fist was clearly hitting him from the height of his chest, but Yamcha had a hunch that this fist would definitely hit his face.

He crossed his hands again, not protecting his chest, but protecting his face.

Sure enough, the next second.

"Bang!"

Yamcha instantly felt that his hands and arms were under infinite pressure, even he couldn't bear it, and screamed in pain.

"Boom!"

His body couldn't bear it at all, and he was suddenly crushed to the ground by this terrifying force.

Eyes are important combat tools. Only by seeing every movement of the opponent can you take corresponding countermeasures.

The moment he fell to the ground, Yamcha quickly loosened his hands to let himself see clearly which direction Du Ming would chase from, so as to escape the pursuit.

"What!"

But at this moment, Yamcha's face turned pale and he exclaimed.

A fist as big as a sandbag stopped in front of his eyes, waiting for him to release his hands.

"Pah!"

Du Ming's fist smashed directly into the center of Yamcha's face.

The fist was blocked by Yamcha's face and quieted down, but it was not enough. Du Ming's right hand gathered his energy on his fist and pressed it down again.

(Damn... why...)

Yamcha couldn't understand.

Although he couldn't see it with his eyes just now, why did Du Ming approach so close, he didn't feel Du Ming's energy at all!

"Boom!~"

Half a second later, Yamcha, who was lying on the floor, sank again.

It was the ring that was smashed into a pit, with Yamcha's body as the center, and it cracked.

Du Ming snorted, raised his eyes, looked at Bulma in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Du Ming, this idiot..."

Bulma covered her face and gave a helpless smile. She was completely his, so why was he still so childish?

"Really?" Bulma rolled her eyes.