Chapter 1753: 1 Husband when the Pass
Everyone was shocked by Lu Ming's combat power, while Qin Yi's eyes were flickering constantly, flashing jealousy.
Before, Lu Ming made him lose face in front of Huang Ling, but now, he is in the limelight again, the light overwhelms all the talents, making him jealous.
"It seems that this kid is interested in Huang Ling, and I am afraid that Huang Ling has also taken a fancy to this kid. Hmph, I won't let you wish!"
Qin Yi's eyes flickered with icy light. He was fighting against the Golden Crow Ninth Prince. At this time, he deliberately trembled and retreated, exposing the Phoenix Spirit to the attack of the Golden Crow Ninth Prince.
"not good!"
Lu Ming, Mu Qingxue was shocked.
With Qin Yi's combat power, there is absolutely no problem in blocking the Nine Princes of the Golden Crow, but now he is repelled by the Nine Princes of the Golden Crow, which is not normal, but there is no time to think about it now.
"Huang Ling, get out of here!"
The Golden Crow Ninth Prince roared, and the golden wings fanned out like a blade, fanning towards the Phoenix Spirit.
The Phoenix Spirit cannot counterattack, and can only passively defend.
boom!
The immortal fire on Huang Ling's body vibrated violently, as if it was about to be shattered. Huang Ling's delicate body shook violently, and could not help but retreat a few steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and her face was pale.
"kill!"
Prince Jinwu shouted loudly, murderous intent filled his eyes, and a violent attack poured down towards the Phoenix Spirit.
"Huangling!"
Mu Qingxue was anxious, but she was entangled by her opponent and it was difficult to rescue her.
"court death!"
At this moment, Lu Ming shouted loudly, and light spots lit up on his body, and the holy soldiers emerged.
Together, the holy soldiers and the spirit of the soldiers are united, and they rise into the sky like a beam of light.
Lu Ming's thoughts moved, and a sword of the Great Saint Soldier level flew out and stabbed at the Jinwu Ninth Prince, making a terrifying whistling sound.
The Jinwu Ninth Prince was shocked. He didn't expect that Lu Ming would still have the energy to attack him when he was fighting against the Four Great Talents.
At this time, with a wave of his wings, a round of sun emerged, trying to block Lu Ming's sword light.
However, it was useless at all. The sword directly pierced the sun, and with a puff, it pierced a wing of the Jinwu Ninth Prince. The terrifying power led the Jinwu Ninth Prince to retreat again and again, almost tearing one of the Jinwu Ninth Prince's wings off. .
"Wan Bing Jue, how can you know Wan Bing Jue?"
Wan Tianlong screamed in disbelief.
Huang Jian and others were also shocked.
Lu Ming actually knew Wanjia's Wanbing Art.
"kill!"
Lu Ming roared, and poured the holy soldiers, like a violent storm, towards the Jinwu Ninth Prince, the Jinwu Ninth Prince fought back hard, but the next moment, there were more wounds on his body, golden feathers flying, floating in the air.
hum!
Lu Ming controlled the Tai Chi array, radiating dazzling brilliance, and went to suppress the wild sword.
Huangjian held swords in both hands, and the iron sword was in the air, fighting against the Taiji array.
"Chaos Tribulation Finger!"
Lu Ming's fingers circulated the law of chaos, and when he pointed it out, a huge finger formed, like the finger of the gods, destroying everything, suppressing everything, and the chaotic robbery finger of 18% of the fire broke out with all his strength.
The target of this finger is still the Desolate Sword.
Huang Jian's eyes were solemn and he let out a low roar, his sword energy was like madness, and his whole body seemed to be covered with iron swords.
Boom!
Chaos robbery finger, point on the iron sword, Huangjian's body trembled violently, flew backwards, and landed under the jade ladder, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
The others were shocked. Lu Ming was too strong, and he continuously injured the Jinwu Ninth Prince and Huangjian, like an invincible god of war.
The remaining few people couldn't help but retreat, looked at Lu Ming solemnly, and stopped the attack.
"Lu Ming, how did you cultivate into the Ten Thousand Soldiers Art?"
Wan Tianlong stared at Lu Ming and said coldly.
Lu Ming smiled lightly and did not answer.
"Legends, the laws of chaos can change into thousands of laws. Except for some laws of the king's way and the strongest laws, they can all change. It's not surprising that they can be cultivated into ten thousand soldiers!"
Desolate Sword wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.
"This person seems to be the son of Chaos!"
The purple-robed youth said with a solemn look in his eyes.
"Huang Bing, you can only rely on yourself, we have done our best!"
Huang Jian shook his head, and then the sword was returned to its sheath, and he actually sat down like that, and began to heal his wounds.
The purple-robed youth moved backwards, apparently giving up to stop the Phoenix Spirit.
Lu Ming is too strong, with unparalleled combat power, even if so many of them join forces, it is useless.
They tried their best, they just came to help, they didn't have to fight with their lives.
Wan Tianlong's eyes were very cold, he glanced at Lu Ming a few times, and then floated away.
"receive!"
With a wave of one hand, Lu Ming flew the holy soldier back into Lu Ming's body.
At this time, the Golden Crow Ninth Prince was really miserable, covered in blood, and his golden feathers almost fell off, turning him into a hairless crow.
The others looked at the Jinwu Ninth Prince with a strange expression, wanting to laugh but embarrassed to laugh.
"Ah, Lu Ming, I want you to die!"
The ninth prince of the Golden Crow let out a hysterical roar.
Shame, this is a great shame.
The Golden Crow Clan, known as the divine beast of the sun, how arrogant, in the ancient times, they once had to compete with the true dragon and phoenix, and it was definitely a supreme divine beast.
But now, as the prince of the Jinwu clan, he was actually stripped naked by Lu Ming in public. At this time, Chi Guoguo was humiliated.
"One sick bird, dare to shout, it seems that there is roasted bird meat to eat today!"
Lu Ming's eyes showed a cold light, and he stared at the Jinwu Ninth Prince badly.
The Jinwu Ninth Prince was shivering with chills all over his body, and he retreated frantically, his eyes flashing with fear.
"A bird without a problem, I really don't have the guts, get out of here!"
Lu Ming scolded, stepped up, came to Huang Ling's side, and glanced at Qin Yi coldly.
Qin Yi's face was gloomy.
At this time, the faces of Huang Kong and Huang Bing were also extremely gloomy. Lu Ming's combat power far exceeded their expectations.
It is already impossible for the Phoenix Spirit to go down, and they can only rely on themselves.
The phoenix chirping continued to sound, and Huang Ling and the others fought their way up.
But as time passed, Huang Ling's advantage became bigger and bigger, her speed hardly changed, but Huang Kong and Huang Bing's speed became slower and slower.
They could only helplessly watch the Phoenix Spirit approaching the top of the mountain continuously.
A few hours later, Huang Ling stepped onto the top of the mountain.
When Huang Ling stepped on the top of the mountain, a flaming phoenix roared on her body, soaring into the sky, and the aura on her body soared.
"Breakthrough!"
Everyone was shocked.
Stepping on the top of the mountain, Huang Ling's cultivation level actually broke through the first level, from the great achievement of Ming Sheng to the peak of Ming Sheng.
It seems that this jade ladder is not only a training and test for the disciples of the Phoenix Palace, but also an opportunity.
Huang Bing, Huang Kong, and Huang Xuan stopped and let out a long sigh, knowing that they had lost the competition this time.
The breath of the Phoenix Spirit skyrocketed, and it took a while before it converged. At this time, the ancient Chinese phoenix tree automatically dropped some phoenix leaves, forming a phoenix.
The phoenix spirit jumped up and stepped on the back of the phoenix, the phoenix let out a long cry, swayed straight up, and headed towards the top of the ancient sycamore tree.
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