Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, Wu Ming's tremendous strength was still extraordinary despite his desperate efforts, and the clone that was pulled instantly leaned forward like inertia.

Bang!

Unsurprisingly, there was a sound of bones cracking, and the bridge of his nose collapsed due to Wu Ming's force. There was no blood splashing, only golden light dissipated.

But just as I thought before, the clone is completely another Wu Ming. Except for his thoughts, his combat mode is similar.

But when faced with the siege of the stone sword formation, Wu Ming did not use the group fighting moves he had used in society before joining the army in his previous life.

This is an instinct that has been almost forgotten, but is still burned into our bones!

Ever since, the clone has become a tragedy!

The bridge of the nose is one of the most fragile and sensitive parts of the human body. If it is suddenly attacked, even a semi-saint, not to mention a great master, will temporarily lose its fighting power.

When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat can happen in an instant!

Wu Ming seized the opportunity and unleashed his rogue style like a barrage of attacks.

One kick cut off the legs of his descendants and kicked the clone as if it was a cooked prawn. Even Wu Ming himself felt a little uncomfortable, and he shivered and subconsciously tightened his legs.

On a certain level, the other person is another self!

But this thought was quickly wiped away. Wu Ming barely hesitated. The moment the clone subconsciously covered his crotch and leaned over, he raised his knee and hit the clone's nose hard.

Click!
Chapter completed!