Supreme Shrine

Eastern stand.

"Lu Ming, it's Lu Ming, a little bastard, who really overestimated himself, and really came to challenge the Bronze Stage."

Beside Yao Tianyu, the young man in red yelled.

"It's really beyond our control, but it's just right, we can send people up to kill him at that time, Senior Brother Yao, what do you think?"

Another young man said coldly, then looked at Yao Tianyu.

Yao Tianyu looked at Lu Ming on the platform, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said, "Yes!"

He has been looking for a chance to kill Lu Ming, and now that Lu Ming is on the Bronze Stage by himself, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.

In the stands in several other directions, some geniuses on the bronze list also looked at Lu Ming curiously.

On the bronze platform.

"Lu Ming, do you really want to challenge the Bronze Stage?"

The middle-aged referee asked in surprise.

"Not bad!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Okay, since you have made your own decision, I won't stop you either, so let's start the challenge now."

The middle-aged referee announced very simply.

On the edge of the battle stage, Feng Xinglie glanced at Lu Ming very curiously, his eyes flashed, and then he moved and flew up to the northern stand, watching with great interest.

At this time, the referee had already announced, but the scene became quiet, and everyone looked at it seriously.

Just now, the last rookie king just won the bronze ranking, and immediately, this year's rookie king started to challenge again. Thinking about it, it is really interesting, this has never happened in the history of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Ming, how far can we go?

Many people are curious.

"Whoever comes first will fight me!"

Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.

The bronze stage challenge, the first five rounds, is more casual, anyone can go up to challenge.

But after five games, people with the same winning streak must play against each other, otherwise, they will not be able to show their strength at all.

Those below the ninth level of martial arts masters fell silent.

Although they felt that Lu Ming would not be able to win a few games, Lu Ming's strength is still there. A few months ago, he already had a combat power comparable to that of the ninth level martial artist.

"I'll fight you."

A figure quickly jumped onto the stage.

"It's Duanmu Jinming from the White Tiger Academy. It is said that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts."

As soon as this person came to the stage, there were shouts from around.

Duanmu Jinming, around 20 years old, with pale face and gloomy eyes, stared at Lu Ming at this moment, sneered and said: "Lu Ming, you don't know how to endure, and you come to challenge the bronze stage now, haha, I will let you Stop the first round, the rookie king challenged the bronze stage, stop the first round, such a thing will definitely create a record for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and it will last forever."

Duanmu Jinming's tone was full of sneer and ridicule.

"Sure enough, your Duanmu family was the first to come up, but I found that your Duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, you have no skills, but you are as good as you are."

Lu Ming said lightly.

As soon as this remark came out, the members of the Duanmu family were furious.

"Damn it, damn it, you dare to underestimate my Duanmu family."

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a ruthless hand, abolish him, and let him know how powerful my Duanmu family is."

"Abandoned him!"

Duanmu Jinming's eyes were also extremely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Lu Ming, you will pay a heavy price for your words."

Duanmu Jinming, the long sword was out of its sheath, and a white sword light came out through the sword, extremely sharp.

With a wave of Lu Ming's hand, a palm-width, 1.5-meter-long giant sword appeared in his hand.

This giant sword was left by Zheng Qian before.

To deal with such a young man, there is no need to use the fire pattern gun.

And Lu Ming also wants to try, after the physical body is upgraded, can he use such a giant sword to exert the power of the streamer sword technique.

"Okay, I don't need to say more about the rules, now the duel begins."

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much time, and there are more than ten competitions in the future."

Lu Ming said lightly.

His tone was full of disdain, an expression that didn't take Duanmu Jinming seriously at all, and said that Houman still had more than ten competitions, as if he could really win ten consecutive victories.

"Nest, it's really rampant."

"No, he's too proud, but the more proud he is, the more he will be defeated later, and he will be ashamed."

All around, a discussion.

"Damn it, see if I won't abolish you."

Duanmu Jinming roared, moved his body, and continued to rush towards Lu Ming.

"Tiger Sword Art!"

Duanmu Jinming let out a long howl, and slashed out his sword. On the sword, there was a faint shadow of a tiger, extremely powerful, and slashed towards Lu Ming.

"In the mid-term of the ninth level of martial arts, is this the strength?"

The corner of Lu Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he slashed out with a sword.

This sword is very direct, not any sword technique, just a random slash, completely slashed by brute force.

when!

This sword directly slashed on Duanmu Jinming's battle sword, and then everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's war sword was bent and deformed, and the sword body hit Duanmu Jinming's chest heavily.

Duanmu Jinming's eyes popped out instantly.

boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body was like a cannonball, and he flew backwards for more than [-] meters, then slid on the battle platform for more than ten meters, and landed on the battle platform.

The audience suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

Even, many people were still saying Lu Ming's arrogant words loudly, but at this moment, their expressions froze.

One sword, actually only one sword was used, an ordinary sword, directly blasted Duanmu Jinming out of the battle arena.

Is this too strong?

Is the gap too big?

"Okay, Senior Brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.

At this time, other people also reacted.

"Isn't this too powerful? Take out Duanmu Jinming with one move?"

"Indeed, it seems that I have underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late stage of the ninth level of martial arts, or even the strength of the peak of the ninth level of martial arts."

"With this strength, winning five times in a row should not be a big problem."

"The rookie king is the rookie king, we still underestimate him."

Many faces turned serious, and those who had previously despised Lu Ming felt their faces turned red.

"Who else will come up to fight!"

Lu Ming didn't even look at Duanmu Jinming, who had fallen off the stage, and continued to look around.

"Let me do it!"

Then, a young man jumped onto the stage.

"Junior Brother Lu Ming, please give me some advice."

This young man has the cultivation base of a martial artist in the late stage of Jiuzhong, but he doesn't dare to underestimate Lu Ming anymore, and he said politely with his hands clasped.

"It's easy to say, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

boom!

This young man was using an iron rod, and when he waved it, he roared endlessly, his power was extremely extraordinary.

To this young man, Lu Ming was a little more polite, and it took him ten tricks to knock him off the stage.

Two consecutive victories.

(End of this chapter)