Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Chapter 91: Destroy

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Lu Ming glanced across the audience and saw what happened to the burnt coke, and he could already think about what happened.

In his heart, a cold, lingering murderous opportunity burst out.

Although the warrior has powerful power, the warrior has the rules of the warrior and the pride of the warrior. The general warrior is disdain to kill ordinary people.

But the children of these ten-party sword factions have lost their bottom line, and they have no choice but to achieve their goals.

Lu Ming's killing has never been stronger.

Feeling the killing on Landing Ming, the disciples of Shifangjian sent their eyes together.

Zheng Qian, frowning slightly.

He remembered that in that direction, he sent nine people, but so far, not only did he not see a person, but also a strange boy.

Things are wrong! Zheng Qian's expression moved.

Lu Ming step by step, it seems very slow, in fact, very quickly, a few breaths, came to the disciples of Shifangjianpai.

"Boy, how did you come here? What about my disciples of the Ten Fangjian School? Have you seen it?"

A disciple of Ten Fangjian sent aloud to ask.

"Yes, but they are all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty disciples of the Ten Fang Jian School changed, and some people shouted, "Say, how did you die?"

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

"Did you kill? Boy, you are so brave."

"Little bastard, dare to kill my disciples of the Ten Fangjian School. You are dead, not only you, but also your family."

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

"I still want to kill us. I can't control myself. I kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a commotion, and a young man with a burly figure strode out, carrying a giant sword, and slashing the head of Landing Ming with one sword.

If this sword is hit, Lu Ming will definitely be able to split it in half.

Chant!

A flash of light passed away, and the figure of the burly young man suddenly stiffened.

With a clatter, his war sword fell to the ground, and then he held his throat with both hands, his eyes glared like dead fish, revealing an incredible color.

There was an extra blood hole in his throat, and the blood was flowing.

The gang gun tactics chase the electricity, the gang gun tactics the fastest move.

The disciples of Shifangjian sent all around, and did not even see how Lu Ming shot.

"The murderer, who kills constantly, if he wants to kill me, he must be conscious of being killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

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

"Good kill!"

More than ten stone pickers shouted in their hearts. Although they didn't dare to call them, they were very happy.

Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "At a very fast speed, everyone shot together and worked together to kill him."

"kill!"

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, dozens of disciples from the Ten-Fang Sword School roared, leaping high, chopping a sharp sword spirit, and slashing from the front to the landing.

The disciple of these ten-party sword factions, the weakest is the Sixth Martial Artist, and the strongest is the Eighth Martial Artist.

More than a dozen people joined forces together, and the momentum was terrifying. Even a master of the ninth master of the martial arts, he must be hacked to death.

But Lu Ming was motionless, not even blinking.

"Gang fire gun trick-fire dance!"

Huo Ran, Lu Ming held the gun tail in his hand, the long gun flicked, and stabbed forward.

Huh...

The sound of the vibration of the lance sounded, and then suddenly there were fiery red flames in the air. The flames were red and poignant, like the flowers of flames, and dancing like flames.

When the flower of flame bloomed, there was a scream from the scene.

More than a dozen disciples of the Ten Fangjian sent out backwards, the blood was floating in the air, very sad.

A dozen or so disciples of the Ten Fang Jian School have a blood hole in their throat or heart.

One trick, thirteen disciples of the ten-party sword, die!

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

"Look at the moon!"

Bump...

A series of broken bones sounded, and eight youths from the Ten Fangjian School flew away.

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

Destroyed, completely swept.

This is Lu Ming's current combat strength.

Xuan-level inferior martial arts gang gun tactics to the second level, plus cultivation as a breakthrough in the early stage of the martial arts eighth, the combat power has been raised to a terrifying point.

On the field, the disciples of Shifangjian School left three people at once.

A Zheng Qian, a master of the military master Jiuzhong.

The other is the young man who collapsed his nose. As he stood near the stone-picking men, Lu Ming's attack did not envelope him.

At this time, the young man's face collapsed and his calves tremble.

And Zheng Qian's face was very dignified.

"Your fighting strength is very strong, but you have killed so many disciples of the Ten Fangjian School. From now on, you will go to heaven and go to earth. No one can save you."

Zheng Qian said coldly.

"As long as you are all killed, who knows I did it?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, do you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong. I have no certainty to kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you know how ridiculous you are!"

Zheng Qian's battle sword points to Lu Ming, a powerful red sword gas, fluctuating.

"Brother Zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Qian shouted suddenly, his figure burst out, and he struck Lu Ming with a sword.

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

At the same time, on the other side, the disciple of the 10th Sword Sword sent by the warrior Jiuzhong also broke out, killing Lu Ming with one sword.

Uh!

Lu Ming lifted up.

when! when!

The spear intersects the two war swords, and there is a violent vibration.

Lu Ming flicked slightly and took three steps back.

Zheng Qian also flew a few meters backward and landed on the ground.

As for the young man of the warrior Jiuzhong, he threw a dozen meters back and spit out blood.

"This Zheng Qian, such a strong force!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was only a trick, Lu Ming felt that the power spread by Zheng Qian's battle sword was extremely powerful, and it was endless like a storm.

Another young man, Nine Heavy Martial Artists, compared with him, that is garbage.

Definitely not weaker than He Tie.

The reason why Lu Ming will retire is basically because of Zheng Qian.

At this time, Zheng Qian's heart was terrified.

Lu Ming's power is also beyond his expectation, not weaker than him, even stronger.

"kill!"

There is nothing to say. The two sides are already dead enemies. Only when one side falls down can it be ended, and the two sides fight together again.

Both Zheng Qian's blood broke out.

This time, Zheng Qian was the main attacker, and the other young man of the warrior Jiuzhong attacked on the side.

For a time, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.

The young man with a nose collapsed, he couldn't get in his hands at all, and could only watch anxiously on one side.