The practitioner, the fool in front of him turned out to be a practitioner.

Then why didn’t you show it three days ago?

Then why did you curl up on the ground like a dog three days ago and let us fight!

Wang Ming suddenly wanted to cry at this moment, and thousands of scents of scents surged into his heart.

But he had no chance. Chu Yu suddenly stood up. With his movements, the dust on his body was instantly shaken away, forming a gray barrier outside his body.

"brush"

Chu Yu's divine thought moved, and the barrier formed by the dust instantly gathered together, and then turned into a short sword.

Wang Ming was stunned at this time and turned the dust into a sword, which was unheard of.

"laugh"

Chu Yu didn't say much nonsense, and stabbed it out with a sword, hitting Wang Ming's heart.

The short sword made of dust is blessed by spiritual power, comparable to an ordinary iron sword, and easily pierced Wang Ming's heart.

Wang Ming vomited blood in his mouth, unable to even say anything, and fell to the ground and died.

"now you."

Chu Yu looked at Wang Longwei with an expressionless face, and pulled out the short sword and threw it at Wang Longwei.

"My brother is also a cultivator, so he will do my life!"
Chapter completed!