Chapter 1162 Defeating the Spiritual God 8

"Young people are so arrogant and easy to die early!"

Venerable Xu's eyes were icy cold, he stepped a few steps and approached Lu Ming very quickly, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Swish!

In his hand, a soft whip appeared, and the soft stool was covered with barbs. In the sunlight, the cold light flickered. With a wave of the soft whip, it grew rapidly, and finally became more than ten miles long, like a poisonous snake, heading towards the landing. Roll out.

The soft whip pierced the air, making a harsh sound, and the space was pulled out a hideous crack.

Faced with such an attack, Lu Ming's face was calm, his body swayed slightly, he avoided the attack, stepped forward, and killed Venerable Xu.

"You can't escape, the net of heaven and earth, kill ten thousand times!"

Venerable Xu shouted loudly, and the soft whip swung wildly, like a real dragon hovering in the air, turning into a heavy whip shadow, like a net, wrapped around Lu Ming, blocking all retreats.

"Why should I run away? Break it open!"

A calm voice came out, and within Lu Ming's body, there were bursts of dragon roars, his true essence was boiling, and he punched out.

boom!

This punch seemed to push the entire space, and the space burst open. A terrifying punch rushed towards the heavy whip shadows. Those whip shadows, like pushing a rotten tree branch, collapsed in an instant. Opened, turned into debris and flew in all directions.

The terrifying force even rushed towards Venerable Xu along the soft whip. His face changed greatly, his body shook, and he retreated.

Swish!

A figure flashed and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"not good!"

Venerable Xu was shocked, subconsciously punched, and then wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

boom!

Lu Ming threw a punch again, as fast as lightning, coming first, hitting Venerable Xu's chest directly.

Venerable Xu let out a desperate scream, and the whole person exploded, not even the spirits were preserved.

The power of devouring erupted, shrouding Venerable Xu, and he was completely swallowed by Lu Ming.

"Your son of a bitch is dead, don't you play in person?"

Lu Ming was indifferent and looked at Xie Zhen with disdain.

This made Xie Zhen grit his teeth, but in his heart, he was also shocked.

A powerhouse of the seventh level of the Spiritual God was killed by Lu Ming so easily. Lu Ming's combat power is too terrifying, right?

The expressions of the other spectators also changed drastically.

"Lu Ming's strength has been greatly improved compared to the time when he was sacrificed for millions of years before. Such an amazing talent is rare in the world!"

"With his current combat power, Xie Nianjun is obviously no longer an opponent. I don't know how to deal with Long Chen?"

"I don't know, but it's a pity that today, even if Lu Ming's talent is strong and his combat power is high, the result is already doomed, don't forget, this is the holy city, even if the emperor comes, he may not leave, let alone Lu Ming. Ming?"

While many people were shocked by Lu Ming's strength and talent, they were also a pity for Lu Ming. This is the Holy City, no matter how strong Lu Ming is, the result is already doomed.

"At your age, such cultivation and combat power are rare in ancient times. The old man admires it. If you make a blood oath to surrender to my royal family, the old man asks the Holy Emperor for mercy and spares your life. How about it?"

A white-haired old man stepped out of the air and walked towards Lu Ming, looking like a fairy.

A terrifying aura pervaded him, several times stronger than the previous Venerable Xu.

The eighth peak of the Spiritual God!

Lu Ming's eyes flickered, the white-haired old man's cultivation was not hidden at all, Lu Ming could see it at a glance.

"You are an eight-level spiritual god, and you are qualified to let the Holy Emperor spare me? You think too highly of yourself!"

Lu Ming curled his lips casually and said disdainfully.

"This is at least a chance, isn't it? If you refuse, you won't even have a chance!"

Being despised by Lu Ming, the white-haired old man's eyes flashed a flash of sharpness, and he said solemnly.

"Hehe, it's just you? I'm afraid it's not enough!"

Lu Ming smiled, and his disdain was even stronger.

"Arrogant, the old man does it, you have no chance!"

There was anger in the eyes of the white-haired old man, a milky white light filled his body, and his eyes were cold.

Although Lu Ming easily killed a powerhouse at the seventh level of the Spiritual God, he was at the peak of the eighth level of the Spiritual God. Therefore, he is confident that he can suppress Lu Ming.

Lu Ming is young after all, no matter how strong he is, it won't be too outrageous!

call out!

A white sword light bloomed from the hands of the white-haired old man, pierced through the vast sky, and killed Lu Ming.

This sword is sharp, ruthless, stunning and terrifying.

With just one sword, he was a bit stronger than Venerable Xu, who was at the seventh level of spirituality just now.

In Lu Ming's body, dragon roars burst forth, and above his head, the third bloodline emerged, and a force poured into Lu Ming's body, making Lu Ming's power surge again.

bump!

Stepping out one step, he slashed out with a palm.

The power of the palm was astonishing, and one palm broke through the sky, forming a terrifying palm blade, which slashed on the white sword glow of the old man.

Keng!

A sharp explosion sounded, the white sword glow dissipated, and Lu Ming stepped towards the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, the long sword in his hand kept stabbing out, and the snow-white sword lights, like bright crystal lights, stabbed Lu Ming.

The sword glow is densely packed, like an endless stream, pouring out continuously towards Lu Ming.

boom! boom! boom!

Lu Ming clenched his fists and kept bombarding them.

Indistinctly, Lu Ming's fist seemed to be transformed into a prison tablet, suppressing everything.

In the sky, there were dense explosions, and the sword light pierced by the white-haired old man was constantly collapsing. Lu Ming faced the sword light, rushed up, and killed the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's complexion changed, becoming ugly and dignified. With a loud shout, blood vessels emerged, and he used blood fusion to transform into a milky white war sword.

The sword shook, and more and sharper sword beams poured out towards Lu Ming.

"break!"

The nine dragons appeared, Lu Ming transformed into the nine dragons, rushed forward, broke through all the sword lights, the claws of the nine dragons, and continuously grabbed on the milky white sword.

The milky white sword shook violently, and then collapsed directly, revealing the true body of the white-haired old man.

At this time, the white-haired old man was very embarrassed, and he no longer had the same immortal style as before. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were ragged, and the white robes were covered in blood, with a look of horror in his eyes, and he desperately rushed towards the city wall of the holy city.

At this moment, in the holy city, countless people who saw this scene gasped and were extremely shocked.

The powerhouses of the eighth peak of the Spiritual God were all defeated, severely injured by Lu Ming, and fled for their lives in embarrassment.

It's so unbelievable, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

Only a young man, before the age of 30, can seriously injure an old-fashioned powerhouse with eight layers of spirituality. Such an example has rarely been recorded in the Desolate Continent since ancient times.

This is beyond common sense, it is terrible.

Now, many people are doubting whether Long Chen, who is known as the number one in the world, is still Lu Ming's opponent.

High in the sky, Xie Nianjun, who was fighting with Xie Nianqing, naturally sensed this scene, and his heart was shocked, and his eyes showed incredible colors.

Lu Ming's combat power has far surpassed hers.

As arrogant as she is, it's a bit unacceptable.

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