Supreme Shrine

The two couldn't believe it. Together, they were both repelled by Lu Ming's move, and even the blood was surging all over their bodies, and they almost vomited blood.

"What's impossible? You haven't seen it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Lu Ming was condescending, looking down at them.

When Lu Ming promoted the Zhanlong Zhenjue to the seventh level, his combat strength had already surpassed that of a talent of the fifth battle, and after he cultivated to the level of heaven-level martial arts, his combat power had completely entered the level of a talent of the sixth battle.

Heaven-level martial arts are too strong, and the increase in combat power is terrifying.

Heaven-level martial arts are extremely rare, but extremely difficult to cultivate.

Even many low-level kings do not have heaven-level martial arts, or have not successfully cultivated sky-level martial arts.

From this we can see the rarity and power of heaven-level martial arts.

As a talent of the sixth battle, even if Lu Ming's cultivation level is one level lower than that of Shen Sheng, in terms of combat power, he still has to be suppressed by half a level.

"Impossible, I am the strongest, Lu Ming, you are just an ant, an ant who has been living in my light."

Qiu Changkong roared loudly, the power of thunder and lightning shone all over his body, as if wearing a thunder and lightning coat.

After comprehending a hint of the meaning of thunder and lightning, he has transcended the power of thunder and lightning, and is about to completely control the thunder and lightning itself.

Once the artistic conception is fully comprehended and a single artistic conception rune is condensed, one can fully control that artistic conception of heaven and earth.

If a person who understands the artistic conception of fire condenses a rune of the artistic conception of fire, then he can become a Vulcan and control and use the flames of the world at will, and if he understands the artistic conception of thunder, he can control and use the thunder of the world, that is already the realm of kings , extremely powerful.

Qiu Changkong only comprehended a trace of the artistic conception of thunder, and he was still a thousand miles away from condensing the runes of thunder.

"Kill! Thunder Sword, Potian!"

Qiu Changkong roared and tried his best to unleash the strongest move.

"Dragon bite, palm!"

Zong Sheng also slapped Lu Sheng with a roar.

"Unnecessary struggle, Qiu Changkong, just now you said that you want me to see clearly the gap between the two of us, now, open your dog eyes wide and let me see clearly!"

Lu Ming's mocking voice sounded, and the next moment, the Demon Suppressing Gun appeared in his hand.

"Dragon God Three Uniques, True Dragon Strike!"

The spear pierced out, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, and a real dragon with two colors of green and red emerged out.

Two-color real dragon, [-] meters long, roared loudly, the dragon's roar shook the world, and it rushed towards Qiu Changkong and Zansheng.

The Dragon God's Three Skills, cultivated in two postures, is a true heaven-level martial skill, which is a bit stronger than the second step of the Nine Dragons Stepping on the Sky.

boom!

The two-color true dragon collided with the attacks of the two.

In the sky, an extremely dazzling light shone, and then, the entire space trembled, like the end of the world.

After a while, when the dazzling light dissipated, everyone saw two figures falling towards the battle platform like shells.

It is burial and autumn sky.

boom!boom!

The two were like two toads, they fell heavily on the battle platform, the battle platform roared, and the two of them vomited blood.

However, one can see the gap between the two.

Zongsheng spit out a mouthful of blood, then hurriedly got up, his whole body was filled with blood, and he stared at Lu Ming in the sky in horror.

As for Qiu Changkong, half kneeling on the ground, his body was shaking non-stop, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

His injuries were more serious than his death.

"Qiu Changkong, do you understand now?"

Lu Ming looked down at him.

"what"

Qiu Changkong roared, mad with hatred, he felt endless humiliation, and yelled crazily: "Damn it, Lu Ming, you should die, I will kill you, and I will also destroy the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I will kill you with my own hands. Killing my parents, hahaha, the power behind me is not something you can resist."

Qiu Changkong laughed wildly.

"die!"

The only response to Qiu Changkong was Lu Ming's cold and heartless word 'death'.

At this moment, Lu Ming burst out with a fierce murderous intent all over his body, as if he had turned into a killing god.

"Kowloon steps on the sky!"

Lu Ming roared and stepped forward, the sky and the earth roared.

"Block! Dragon bite, fist!"

Zongsheng roared loudly, changing from palm to fist, and blasted out two punches in a row.

Qiu Changkong also roared and slashed out with a sword.

bump!

A roar blocked Lu Ming's one step, but Lu Ming took the second step in succession.

Qiu Changkong screamed again, and was pressed down on the ground by a powerful force, spurting blood.

Zhan Sheng's body slid several hundred meters, dragging a trail of blood on the battlefield.

"Kowloon steps on the sky!"

But before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, Lu Ming took another two steps in a row.

This time, it was aimed at burial.

"Ah, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Bun Sheng was finally afraid, and screamed in horror, while desperately resisting.

bump!

Biansheng was pressed on the platform by the force of Kowloon's stepping to the sky, almost crushing people, and there was a crackling sound of bones breaking all over his body, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

The whole place was dead silent.

Time, space, and at this moment, Fang Buddha froze.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one person left in Fangfo, a young and handsome figure, suspended in the air, serving Ni Tianxia.

Whoa!

After a while, there was a shocking noise in the audience.

"Oh my god, Lu Ming won, Lu Ming actually won."

"Furthermore, he won with a destructive force. He is really too strong. In front of him, Qiu Changkong and Shensheng have no power to resist. He is only at the peak of the eighth level of Wuzong."

"Who said just now that he was just lucky? It's not because of his luck. It's obviously because of other people's luck. If he played in the morning, Qiu Changkong or Busheng, how could he make it to the last round? Ming swept away."

"I didn't say that just now. On the contrary, I always felt that if Lu Ming was able to draw all the byes, he must be the son of heaven favored by God. He is absolutely extraordinary."

"Huh? No, I remember you didn't say that just now. You were sure just now that Lu Ming was just lucky and still mocked him."

"How can there be? There is absolutely no such thing. I have long seen that he is a rare genius. How can I mock him? Absolutely not."

At the scene, there was a lot of noise, roaring, arguing, ups and downs with each other.

It seems that this is the only way to express the shock in their hearts.

Lu Ming stretched out his hand and sucked it, a huge amount of true energy was generated, and he sucked the buried storage ring into his hand.

"no, you can not"

The funeral hissed and roared.

"What's it called? You lost, this is my trophy!" Lu Ming scolded.

Bunsheng killed countless geniuses in the area of ​​the Dragon's Cave. The storage rings of those geniuses all fell into his hands. Lu Ming was very concerned about this.

Bunsheng's eyes were red. There are endless resources in it, which is the capital for his rise. Now it's all cheaper for Lu Ming.

His heart is broken.

Lu Ming didn't bother to talk to him.

Swish!

With a movement of his body, he appeared in the sky above Qiu Changkong, looking at him with cold eyes full of murderous intent.

"Lu Ming, what do you want to do? I'm already injured, so I'm defeated, so you dare to do it?"

Qiu Changkong sneered and looked at Lu Ming.

"I lost, I didn't hear you admit defeat, oh? I forgot, you said just now that you will never admit defeat, if you do, you will be a joke."

Lu Ming said lightly.

"Even if I didn't admit defeat myself, but I was injured, seriously injured, can't you see? It's like losing."

Qiu Changkong yelled, he wanted to admit defeat, but he couldn't say that.

"Injured, the injury is not serious enough!"

After saying that, Lu Ming stepped forward.

"Ah, you"

Qiu Changkong yelled in horror and wanted to resist, but he was already seriously injured, so he didn't have the strength to resist.

bump!

Crackling!

He stepped into the footsteps of being buried, and he did not know how many bones were broken by Lu Ming.

Just now, Qiu Changkong and Shensheng said that they would break Lu Ming's bones together. Now, the two of them had their bones broken by Lu Ming as they wished.

"Ah, ah, Lu Ming, you deserve to die, you fouled, fouled!"

Qiu Changkong roared hysterically.

"Where is the foul?"

Murderous intent flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and a true qi spear was condensed in his hand.

"No, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Qiu Changkong yelled crazily. He felt the murderous intent in Lu Ming's eyes. Lu Ming really wanted to kill him, and those who ignored the rules wanted to kill him.

(End of this chapter)