"Cross smash sword!"
Zheng Qian held a huge sword that was wider than his palm. His attack was extremely powerful. After one sword was cut out, the light of the sword formed a cross shape, and it was cut down towards the landing with tremendous power.
"Broken armor!"
When Lu Ming's spear vibrates, the tip of the spear forms a rotating cutting force, which collides with Zheng Qian's sword light.
When!
With a huge roar, Lu Ming retreated two steps and Zheng Qian took three steps.
Facing each other, Lu Ming has the upper hand slightly.
"How can Zheng Qian be so aggressive? His martial arts are obviously not Xuan level skills, but top-grade yellow level skills. Although he has been cultivated to a very high level, his attack power can not be so strong? "
There is a flicker of doubt in Lu Ming's eyes.
Although Zheng Qian's accomplishments have reached the ninth peak of martial arts, and there are five levels of blood, but without Xuan level martial arts, the attack power can't be so strong. He is only slightly inferior to Lu Ming in front of him.
You know, Lu Ming's true Qi is strong and concise, but it's three times that of ordinary Qi. In addition, gang Huo gun rhyme has been cultivated to the second level. The ordinary martial arts master's nine peak martial arts can be defeated by one move.
"By the way, it's the flesh. This Zheng Qian is extremely powerful. He should have cultivated the way of body refining."
Lu Ming's eyes suddenly brightened.
He found that Zheng Qian's muscles were bulging and his skin was covered with a light red light.
It must be the physical body. Zheng Qian practiced the method of body refining. The physical body combined with the true Qi can produce amazing combat power, so he can compete with Lu Ming.
Boo!
At this time, a sword light quickly stabbed at Lu Ming.
"What a trouble!"
A long sword, a long frown, a sword.
He is a disciple of the Shifang sword sect of Jiuchong.
Although the attack power of this disciple of the ten square sword sect is not strong, his body method is not weak and slippery. When Lu Ming shows his flaws, he stealthily attacks.
"If I break out of blood, it's easy to win them, but I can't always rely on blood burst. My blood burst time is too short. It can only be used as a base card and can't be used in regular combat. I'd better rely on the current state to solve them."
Touch!
Step by step, Lu Ming rushes towards Zheng Qian.
"Landslide!"
The spear went down from top to bottom.
Zheng Qian's eyes were fixed, and he resisted it with his sword.
Boom!
The stones under Zheng Qian's feet burst to pieces and his body retreated.
"It's just at the early stage of the eighth grade martial arts master. Although he has practiced xuanlevel martial arts, how can he be so powerful? My body has been cultivated to a great extent, but it is still invincible. "
Zheng Qian was shocked beyond measure.
In the early stage, Lu Ming was normal, but how could he suppress him?
"Kill!"
Lu Ming's fighting spirit is like a rainbow. He constantly attacks Zheng Qian, just as he is training his gun skills.
The rolling dragon like Qi is constantly injected into the spear, which is extremely smooth. With one shot after another, Lu Ming is like an invincible general, galloping in the battlefield.
Zheng Qian was completely suppressed.
Boo!
At this time, a sword light suddenly stabbed Lu Ming's back heart.
"Just waiting for you to do it!"
A cold light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, but he didn't look back. His long gun swept out.
"The moon!"
A red moonlight flashed, and Jiuchong's disciple of Shifang sword sect was shocked and tried to retreat.
But it's too late.
The gun is eight feet long, and with the length of the arm, the distance of more than three meters is completely covered.
"Block it!"
The disciple of Shifang sword School of Jiuchong, a martial arts teacher, was shocked and put a long sword in front of him.
But his long sword is a thin sword, which cannot be stopped by its root.
When!
Lu Ming's long gun is drawn on his sword, and the violent force erupts. The sword bends directly, and the body of the sword and the body of the gun are drawn heavily on his chest.
Touch!
The body of the disciple of the ten square sword sect was whipped away like a sandbag. His body was close to the ground and slipped for tens of meters, which made the hard ground slide out of a gully.
When he stopped, there was no breath left.
A martial arts master nine heavy master, directly by Lu Ming a shot to death.
After taking away the disciple of the Shifang sword sect of Jiuchong, Lu Ming's spear never stops, but continues to draw it forward, and makes a move against Zheng Qian, who is attacking him.
"Now, no one's bothering you. You can be settled."
Lu Ming's quiet voice sounded, and his long spear shot out like lightning.
Zheng Qian tried to resist.
In the blink of an eye, the two people have more than ten moves.Lu Ming became more and more brave in the battle, and his understanding of gang Huo gun formula became more and more powerful. Zheng Qian was completely defeated and retreated.
Not far away, the young man with a flat nose looked pale. At this moment, he suddenly cried out: "elder martial brother Zheng, hold on first. I will go back to the sect and report to the elder to avenge you."
Then he ran away.
"Damn it!"
Zheng Qian roared.
"Damn it. Don't worry. I'll kill him for you when you're finished."
Lu Ming said lightly.
Boom!
A shot hit Zheng Qian's sword. Zheng Qian retreated again and again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
After many wars, his muscles trembled all over his body, and the tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding.
If he had not been physically strong, he would have been killed by Lu Mingzhen, even if he had not been physically powerful and could have burst out of true Qi without remembering the consequences.
"True spirit, his true spirit is too strong, which can't be resisted!"
In Zheng Qian's eyes, there was a look of fear.
"Wait a minute, as long as you let me go, this time you killed so many disciples of the ten Fang sword sect, I can do it like this, and I won't investigate it. How about it? Otherwise, you can't bear the anger of our ten square sword sect. "
ZHENG Qian showed timidity and yelled.
"It's an idiot to threaten me at this time!"
Lu Ming's indifferent way, the long gun does not stop, a gun toward Zheng Qian.
Boom!
Tengtengteng!
Zheng Qianlian retreated seven or eight steps, coughing up blood, and the injury was more serious.
"Stop, stop, treasure! That dead volcano has treasures. If you spare me, I can give you half. Yes, half of you. "
Zheng Qian exclaimed.
"No, as long as I kill you, everything belongs to me. If I don't play with you, your younger brother has already run far away. If you continue playing, maybe he will run away."
The corner of Lu Ming's mouth suddenly flashed red light.
Blood burst!
It has been tested enough and there is no need to keep it.
Whew!
The spear turned into a flash of lightning, which was much faster than before. Zheng Qian couldn't resist it.
"No.."
ZHENG Qian roared.
Poof!
The spear went straight through his heart, shining back and forth.
Zheng Qian grabbed the spear with both hands, but his eyes were unwilling. He kept pouring blood from his mouth and hissed: "who are you... Who are you?"
Poof!
Lu Ming pulls out his spear and kicks his feet. His body shape is like lightning. He chases the young man with a flat nose. Then, the voice comes from afar: "Xuanyuan sword sect, Lu Ming!"
As the voice falls, Lu Ming's figure has disappeared.
"From Xuanyuan sword school?"
Zheng Qian murmured, the vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated.
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