Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty Second Cool to Half

Yang Zaitian yelled wildly, murderous intent infiltrating people.

He was actually injured by Lu Ming. He was injured by Lu Ming, a student from the General Star Palace who he regarded as a rabble.

It was such a shame that he couldn't accept it.

"The Sword of Heaven!"

Yang Zaitian roared loudly, his aura reached the peak, and a sword light came from outside the sky, appeared out of thin air, extremely brilliant, suspended above Yang Zaitian's head.

A terrifying and boundless sword qi rippled out, and the soil under Yang Zaitian's feet was stirred up by the sword qi, undulating like water waves.

Earth-level swordsmanship!

Lu Ming could see at a glance that it was an earth-level swordsmanship.

"Earth-level swordsmanship, the Heavenly Sword, Senior Brother Yang Zaitian actually cultivated into the Heavenly Sword!"

"What? This is an earth-level martial arts. It's too terrifying. When the sky is over, and the earth-level swordsmanship comes out, he is dead."

"Senior brother Yang Zaitian is really amazing, this is an earth-level martial skill!"

Everyone from the Shifang Sword Sect started to discuss excitedly, and some even laughed. They felt that Lu Ming was dead, and he could finally let out a sigh of anger.

On the other hand, everyone in the Star Hall was full of horror and frustration.

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect are too strong, they simply cannot compete with them.

The genius who ranked first in the outer hall of the Star Palace has just grasped the situation. Compared with Yang Zaitian, the difference is too far.

"Brother Tianyun!"

Mingcheng stared at the front, with worry in his eyes.

"Tianyun, do you know the gap between us now? Tremble in front of me! Hahaha!"

Yang Zaitian laughed wildly. In his thoughts, Lu Ming would definitely be shocked when he saw him displaying the earth-level swordsmanship, then panic, fear, and finally despair.

Thinking of this made him very happy.

It's a pity that he can't go on any longer when he is halfway through.

Because Lu Ming's expression was calm, indifferent, and even a little disdainful.

Yes, disdain!

Yang Zaitian's heart was full of anger, his face began to twist, and he roared: "Tianyun, what is your expression? What is your expression?"

"Ha ha!"

Lu Ming smiled lightly, but in his eyes, the murderous intent became more and more intense.

"Ah, go to hell! Heavenly Sword, kill!"

Yang Zaitian roared loudly, and after a while, the sword light suspended above his head, violently slashed towards Lu Ming.

Before the sword arrived, the terrifying sword intent had already enveloped Lu Ming.

"Earth-level martial arts, do you think you are the only one?"

Lu Ming whispered, his true energy burst out, one hand turned to the sky, and one palm swung out.

"Humanity Palm!"

hum!

The space seemed to shake, and then, a huge palm print appeared in the air.

The palm print is ten meters in size, and its shape is the same as that of a human hand, but it is slightly blurred.

However, the power is astonishing.

It was as if there was a King of Humanity who was inspecting Zhou Tian, ​​and an extremely powerful pressure was pressing on everyone.

"Earth-level martial arts, and earth-level martial arts?"

"How is it possible? How is this possible?

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect roared loudly, unable to believe that all this was true, wishing that everything was a dream by themselves.

"Hahaha, Tianyun, Tianyun, I knew that this guy is a pervert at all."

Mingcheng laughed.

"How is that possible? How could you also cultivate into an earth-level martial skill, ah, break it for me!"

Yang Zaitian let out an unbelievable roar, manipulated the sword light, and slashed at the palm of humanity.

boom! The palm print and the sword light banged together.

The world suddenly shook, and then, where the palm print and the sword light intersected, a shock wave suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The earth shook, and below the intersection of the palm print and the sword light, a huge pit with a length and width of 100 meters and a depth of more than 20 meters was blasted directly on the ground.

Countless rubble splashed around.

"Go back, be careful!"

The Shifang Sword Sect and the generals in the Star Hall were in chaos, and they quickly retreated and waved their weapons to resist.

It has been back a thousand kilometers, only to stop.

bump!

In the sky, the light of the palm print was bright, and the light of the sword light quickly dimmed.

In the end, the sword light burst, and a figure screamed, flying backwards like a cannonball, hitting the ground heavily, smashing the ground into a big hole.

It was Yang Zaitian, he was defeated and lay in the pit coughing up blood.

Sisi…

The sound of sucking in the cold air resounded.

Lu Ming walked in the air, his black hair fluttered, his aura was like a demon, and his body exuded a cold murderous intent.

"Tianyun, what do you want to do? Don't mess around."

Feeling the murderous intent on Lu Ming's body, Yang Zaitian screamed in horror.

"I hate people threatening me with my family the most in my life. If you do that, then your end is already doomed."

A cold voice came out of Lu Ming's mouth.

Step by step, he walked towards Yang Zaitian.

"You dare, I am the peerless genius of the Shifang Sword Sect. I will be the pillar of the Shifang Sword Sect in the future, and a character who can become an overlord. If you kill me, the strong men of the Shifang Sword Sect will not let you go. At that time, you will die miserably."

Yang Zai Tian struggled vigorously and shouted loudly.

"That's my business, why should you worry about it?"

Lu Ming was unmoved, and the murderous intention was even colder.

Yang Zaitian was afraid, he was really afraid, he could see that Lu Ming really wanted to kill him.

"No, you can't kill me, you crazy, you are crazy."

Yang Zaitian yelled, rushed out of the big pit, and was about to escape.

"humane!"

Lu Ming whispered, and waved his palm out. In the sky, a huge palm print formed and blasted towards Yang Zaitian.

"Do not..."

Yang Zaitian roared wildly, trying to resist, but to no avail.

boom!

The palm print slammed down, directly slamming Yang Zaitian into the ground, and there was another big pit on the ground.

The palm print dissipated, and in the big pit, only a mass of muddy meat remained.

Yang Zaitian was smashed to pieces by a palm.

"Yang Zaitian died, he was killed."

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect widened their eyes in shock and stared intently.

After a while, someone reacted and shouted: "Go, go, this Tianyun is a lunatic."

Swish!

Lu Ming's figure is like the wind, he walks in the air, and after a few steps, he appears above everyone's heads.

"Who dares to run? Yang Zaitian is the end."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice spread throughout the audience.

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect couldn't help but stop and looked at Lu Ming in horror.

Could it be that Lu Ming wanted to kill them together?

"Tianyun, what do you want to do? If you kill so many of us, the top leaders of the Shifang Sword Sect will definitely go crazy, and they will try their best to kill you desperately. At that time, no one can save you."

Someone from the Shifang Sword Sect shouted.

"Who said I was going to kill you? I just wanted to make a robbery. Okay, now, hand over your storage rings."

Lu Ming said lightly.

"What? Robbery?"

The Shifang Sword Sect people were stunned.

"What? I don't want to hand it over. If I don't want to hand it over, I don't mind killing it."

Lu Ming glanced around, full of murderous intent.

The expressions of everyone in the Shifang Sword Sect changed drastically.

"Come on, I will."

Finally someone shouted and compromised.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao