Zombie Evolution System

Following the voice, Wen Du almost laughed, because the person who spoke was the one who was defeated by Yue Ming with blood on his face.

"Senior? This colleague is being too polite. I'm just a late stage of out-of-body experience. You should be my senior."

"No! I feel like I can't beat you."

Wen Du smiled and shook his head, he didn't intend to explain to them, but looked at Yueming with a smirk on his face: "Yueming, in the next few minutes, you will face all kinds of baptisms from me, you have to hold back Yo."

Startled, Yueming swallowed deeply, and then nodded.

"Then I'll start!"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Dude's figure appeared in front of the music fans in an instant, and before he could react, he punched him hard in the stomach.

"puff!"

Although it was not enough to highlight the blood, Yueming still bent down because of the pain in his stomach.

"Humph!"

Wen Du snorted coldly in his heart, and saw his right leg suddenly lifted, hitting Yueming's chin without any reservation.

Immediately, Yueming, who had just bent down, flew into the air like a kite with a broken string.

Wen Du's legs were slightly bent, and he jumped up so suddenly that he punched Yueming's waist with both fists in the posture of a monk striking a bell.

Yueming's body continued to rise, and he quickly landed on the ground by the recoil, but only for a moment, his figure appeared in the sky above Yueming.

Wen Du put his hands together, raised his fists high, and just when Yue Ming's body was about to hit him, his hands hit Le Yue Mian's stomach fiercely.

"what!"

Yueming couldn't help but yelled, and then his body hit the ring like a shell.

"boom!"

When it fell to the ground, all the stone slabs on the ground were cracked, and the place where Yueming hit it sank by as much as half a meter.

This is not over, only Wen Du who stopped in mid-air did not fall down, and at some point, countless flying swords transformed with spiritual power appeared around him.

With an evil smile on his face, he slowly raised one hand, and stared mockingly at Yueming who was about to get up.

Just when Yueming was about to get up, he waved his hand, and countless flying swords transformed from spiritual power quickly fell towards him, and at the same time as the first batch of flying swords fell, his surroundings A batch of flying swords transformed with spiritual power appeared silently.

Just like that, the flying sword transformed with spiritual power quickly and indiscriminately attacked the ring below like rain.

"Boom--"

"what--"

There was a rumbling sound, Yueming's cry, the ring filled with gunpowder smoke, and the surrounding disciples who quit the Luoyue Sect because they were afraid.

Especially Luolonghe, the Great Elder, and the other two elders were all in a cold sweat.

They were really afraid that Wen Du's indiscriminate attack would affect other disciples.

Fortunately, those disciples hid quickly.

The rain of spiritual power and swords lasted for 2 minutes before it stopped.

Looking at the smoky arena that was already out of shape, Wen Du was out of breath and grinned.

It took another 2 minutes to see the situation on the ring clearly.

At this time, the arena had long since lost its appearance, and it was riddled with holes, especially in the middle where Yueming lay down, sinking as much as two meters.

Yue Ming, who was covered in tatters and out of breath, closed his eyes. Just now, he still felt that he was going to die.

"Brother, how are you doing!"