Chapter 91 Destruction

Lu Ming's eyes swept across the audience, and he could already think of what happened when he saw the blackened coke.

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

Warriors, although they have mastered powerful power, but warriors have the rules of warriors, and warriors also have the pride of warriors. Ordinary warriors are disdainful of killing ordinary people.

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

Lu Ming's murderous intent has never been stronger.

Feeling the murderous intent of Lu Ming, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect froze.

Zheng Qian frowned slightly.

He remembered that he sent nine people in that direction, but up to now, not only has no one been seen, but a strange young man has also come.

Something is not right! Zheng Gan's expression moved.

Step by step, Lu Ming seemed to be very slow, but he was actually very fast. After a few breaths, he came to the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

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

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted loudly.

"I saw it, but they're all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The expressions of more than two dozen 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, the fire pattern gun appeared, and a powerful breath burst out, saying: "Of course I killed it. Now, I will send you down to accompany them."

"Killed by you? Boy, you are so bold."

"Little bastard, dare to kill my disciple of Shifang Sword Sect, you are dead, not only you, but also your family."

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

"I still want to kill us. If I'm too big, I'll kill you."

According to Lu Ming,

There was a commotion, and a burly young man strode out, carrying a giant sword, and slashed at Lu Ming's head.

If this sword slashed, it would definitely split Lu Ming into two halves.

呲!

A flash of lightning flashed away, and the burly young man's figure suddenly stiffened.

With a bang, his sword fell to the ground, and then his hands tightly clasped his throat, his eyes staring like dead fish, revealing an incredible color.

There was an extra blood hole in his throat, and the blood flowed non-stop.

The chasing electricity of the Gang Musket, the fastest move in the Gang Musket.

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

"Murderers, 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 then lost his breath.

"Good kill!"

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

Zheng Gan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "It's so fast, let's all shoot 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 cut out sharp sword energy, slashing towards Lu Ming from the front.

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

A dozen people joined forces together, and the momentum was so terrifying that even a master of the ninth level of martial arts would be hacked to death by the chaotic sword.

But Lu Ming didn't move, not even blinking his eyes.

"Astral Musket Art - Fire Dance!"

Huo Ran, Lu Ming held the end of the spear in his hand, and with a flick of the spear, he stabbed forward.

woohoo...

The sound of the spear vibrating sounded, and then, a fiery red flame suddenly appeared in the air. These flames, crimson and poignant, were like flame flowers, and they were dancing like flames.

When the flame flower bloomed, a scream suddenly sounded on the scene.

More than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect stepped backwards in unison, and the blood was scattered in the air.

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

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

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

"Take the moon!"

touch...

A series of sounds of broken bones sounded, and eight young men from the Shifang Sword Sect flew out far away.

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

Destroyed and completely swept away.

This is Lu Ming's current combat power.

The Xuan-level low-level martial arts skill Gang Gun Art has been cultivated to the second level, and the cultivation base has broken through the early stage of the eighth level of martial arts, and the combat power has increased to a terrifying level.

On the field, three disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect were left at once.

A Zheng Gan, a master of the ninth level of martial arts.

There is also a young man with a flat nose. He was standing close to the stone pickers, so Lu Ming's attack did not cover him.

At this time, the face of the young man with the flat nose changed, and his calf was shaking.

And Zheng Qian, his face became extremely solemn.

"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."

Zheng Qian said in a cold voice.

"As long as I kill you all, who knows what I did?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, do you want to kill me? I admit that your strength is very strong. I have no confidence that I can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you clearly understand how ridiculous your words are!"

Zheng Gan's war sword pointed at Lu Ming, a powerful red sword energy that was uncertain.

"Junior Brother Zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Gan suddenly shouted loudly, his body became violent, and he slashed at Lu Ming with a sword.

The sword slashed through the air, and a harsh sonic boom sounded.

At the same time, on the other side, the disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect of the martial master Jiuzhong also erupted, killing Lu Ming with a sword.

Swish!

Lu Ming lifted it up.

when! when!

The spear and the two war swords intersected, and a violent vibration sounded.

Lu Ming swayed slightly and took three steps back.

And Zheng Gan also threw back a few meters and landed on the ground.

As for the young man of the ninth level of martial arts, he threw back a dozen meters and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"This Zheng Gan is such a powerful force!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was just a fight, Lu Ming felt that the power spread by Zheng Gan's sword was extremely powerful, and it was as continuous as a stormy sea.

Another young man of the ninth level of martial arts compared with him, that is garbage.

Definitely not weaker than He Tie.

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

At this time, Zheng Qian's heart was also extremely horrified.

Lu Ming's strength was 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 only if one side falls can it end, and the two sides fight together again.

Both Zheng Gan's bloodlines erupted.

This time, Zheng Gan was the main attack, and the other young man of the ninth level of the martial arts attacked on the side.

For a while, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.

The young man with a flat nose couldn't get in at all, so he could only watch anxiously on the side.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao