Supreme Shrine

Lu Ming glanced across the audience, seeing the blackened cokes, he could already think about what happened.

In his heart, a cold, stinging murderous intent burst out.

Warriors, although they have mastered powerful power, but warriors have rules of warriors, warriors also have the pride of warriors, ordinary warriors disdain to kill ordinary people.

But these disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect have lost their bottom line, and they will do anything to achieve their goals.

Lu Ming's murderous intent has never been so strong.

Sensing the murderous intent on Lu Ming, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect focused their eyes.

Zheng Qian frowned slightly.

He remembered that he had sent nine people in that direction, but up to now, not only had no one come, but a strange boy had also come.

Something is not right!Zheng Qian's expression changed.

Lu Ming took one step at a time, seemingly very slowly, but actually very quickly, within a few breaths, he arrived in front of the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

"Boy, how did you come here? And the disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect over there? Have you seen it?"

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect asked loudly.

"I saw them, but they were all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect changed one after another, and someone shouted: "Say, how did you die?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and the fire pattern gun appeared, and a powerful breath burst out, saying: "Of course I killed them. Now, I will send you down to accompany them."

"You killed it? Boy, you are so brave."

"Little bastard, if you dare to kill my disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect, you will die, not only you, but your family will also die."

"Say, what method did you use to sneak attack?"

"If you still want to kill us, you're overthinking yourself. I'll kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a commotion, and a burly young man strode out, holding a huge sword, and slashed at Lu Ming's head.

If this sword hits, it will definitely split Lu Ming in half.

呲!

A flash of lightning flashed away, and the burly young man froze suddenly.

With a bang, his war sword fell to the ground, and then he held his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes stared out like dead fish, showing an incredible look.

There was already a blood hole in his throat, and the blood flowed profusely.

The Lightning Chasing of the Ganghuo Gunjue, the fastest move in the Ganghuogunjue.

The surrounding Shifang Sword Sect disciples didn't even see how Lu Ming made the move.

"Killers, people will always kill them. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

The burly young man fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and lost his breath.

"Good kill!"

More than a dozen stone pickers roared in their hearts. Although they didn't dare to cry out, they felt extremely happy in their hearts.

Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "It's so fast, let's all attack together and kill him together."

"kill!"

"Go to hell!"

Immediately, more than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect roared loudly, jumped up high, and slashed at Lu Ming from the front with sharp sword qi.

Among the disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect, the weakest is the sixth-level martial artist, and the strongest is the eighth-level martial artist.

More than a dozen people joined forces, and the momentum was incomparably terrifying. Even a master of the ninth level of martial arts would be hacked to death by chaotic swords.

But Lu Ming didn't move, he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Ganghuo Spear Jue-Fire Dance!"

Suddenly, Lu Ming held the end of the gun in his hand, swung the spear, and stabbed forward.

woohoo...

The sound of the spear vibrating was heard, and then, fiery red flames suddenly appeared in the air. These flames were red and beautiful, like flowers of flames, and dancing like flames.

When the flame flower bloomed, screams suddenly sounded from the scene.

More than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect stepped back together, and blood was scattered in the air, which was extremely mournful.

More than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect have a blood hole in their throat or heart.

With one move, thirteen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect die!

But Lu Ming didn't stop at all, striding forward, the spear swept out.

"Catch the moon!"

touch...

A series of sounds of broken bones sounded, and eight youths from the Ten Directions Sword Sect flew out far away.

He fell to the ground and lost his breath for a while.

Destroyed, completely swept away.

This is Lu Ming's current combat power.

Mysterious-level low-grade martial arts Ganghuo Jue has been cultivated to the second level, and his cultivation base has broken through the early stage of the eighth level of martial arts, and his combat power has risen to a terrifying level.

On the field, there were only three disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect left.

One is Zheng Qian, a master of nine levels of martial arts.

There is another one, a young man with a flat nose. Because he was standing close to those stone pickers, Lu Ming's attack did not envelop him.

At this moment, the complexion of the young man with a flat nose changed drastically, and his calf trembled non-stop.

As for Zheng Qian, his expression became extremely serious.

"Your combat power is very strong, but you killed so many disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect. From now on, no one can save you from heaven to earth."

Zheng Gan said in a cold voice.

"As long as you are all killed, who would know that I did it?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, you want to kill me? I admit that your strength is very strong. I'm not fully sure that I can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you clearly understand how ridiculous your words are!"

Zheng Qianzhan pointed at Lu Ming with a powerful red sword energy, hesitating and swaying.

"Junior Brother Zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Qian suddenly shouted loudly, his figure rose violently, and he slashed at Lu Ming with a sword.

The war sword cut through the air, and there was a piercing sonic boom.

At the same time, on the other side, the disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect, who was a nine-level martial artist, also erupted and killed Lu Ming with a sword.

Swish!

Lu Ming lifted it upwards.

when!when!

The spear intersected with the two battle swords, and there was a violent vibration.

Lu Ming's figure shook slightly, and he took three steps back.

And Zheng Gan was also thrown backwards a few meters before landing on the ground.

As for the young man with the ninth level of martial arts, he was thrown back more than ten meters, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This Zheng Gan is so powerful!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was just a hand-to-hand move, Lu Ming felt that the power of Zheng Qian's Zhanjian was extremely powerful, continuous like a stormy sea.

Compared with him, another young man with nine levels of martial arts is trash.

Definitely not weaker than He Tie.

The reason why Lu Ming retired was basically because of Zheng Qian.

At this time, Zheng Qian was also extremely horrified.

Lu Ming's strength was also beyond his expectations, not weaker than him at all, even stronger.

"kill!"

There is nothing to say, the two sides are already mortal enemies, and it can only end when one side falls, and the two sides fight together again.

Both Zheng Qian and Zheng Qian burst into blood.

This time, Zheng Qian was the main attack, while the other young man with nine levels of martial arts was sneaking up on him.

For a while, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.

As for the flat-nosed young man, he couldn't get his hands in at all, so he could only watch anxiously from the side.

(End of this chapter)