Bab 1861: The desolate race's elder

Lu Ming and desolate Force's fists met, a pin against an awn, and they collided heavily.

Thump!

With a muffled boom, a terrible shock wave burst out from the place where the two fists collided, rushing in all directions of the stands, instantly crossing a distance of a hundred miles.

In the sky above the grandstand, some experts made their move and set up layers of defense, blocking the shock wave.

Bang! Bang!

&Nbsp; the two figures trembled and retreated, stomping on the ground and causing it to rumble.

Lu Ming and desolate power retreated at the same time, shocking the audience.

In a head-on confrontation, Lu Ming was not weaker than desolate power?

What a terrifying power!

what a powerful force! This is the law of extremity!

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.