Chapter 658

As soon as this statement was made, many people were curious, and many people were looking forward to a war between Shura and Yama.

Because they have a lot in common. They both wear masks and listen to voices. They are both young and have recently risen.

Many people speculate that both of them are peerless Tianjiao from the outside world, and even talents on the list of thousand pride.

However, since the last battle with the seven Chan old monster, Yama has not appeared again.

In the next two days, when Lu Ming continued to fight, no one challenged him.

Once, he challenged others, others directly admit defeat, gave him a million best spirit crystal.

"Lu Ming, fight with me!"

When Lu Ming returns to the inn, Xie Nianqing appears in front of him.

"Fight with you?"

Lu Ming was stunned.

"Yes, I have reached a threshold for the fusion of my two artistic conception, but it still needs to be oppressed by an external force. However, those warriors in the life battle platform are too weak to give me this kind of pressure, so I have to find you."

Xie Nianqing said.

"Good!"

Lu Ming will not refuse to help Xie Nianqing practice.

Two people out of the city, appear tens of thousands of miles away in a barren mountain sky, two people stand opposite.

Boom!

In Xie Nianqing's body, the artistic conception of destruction and wind burst out at the same time, intertwined and turned into a blue hand print, which exploded towards Lu Ming.

"Pop star boxing!"

Lu Ming blows out a fist and vibrates in the void.

Boom!

Fist awn and palm print bombard together.

With the roar, the palm print trembled, but the fist awn disappeared.

"Strength is not enough, Lu Ming, increase strength!"

Xie Nianqing's voice came, the breath of the body, a gush out.

"Good!"

With the battle dragon's real formula running, the real yuan in Lu Ming's body starts to move rapidly. With a fist, the Buddha can penetrate the heaven and earth, and integrate the artistic conception of fire. It blows at Xie Nianqing's palm print.

With a loud noise, Xie Nianqing's fingerprints burst, but Lu Ming didn't leave any hands. The second and the third punches continued to hit Xie Nianqing.

"The devil's fingerprints!"

Xie Nianqing drinks with her palms. The black fingerprints are mixed with the artistic conception of destruction and wind, and they go towards Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom! ...

the void was boiling, and there was a violent explosion in the air.

In a twinkling of an eye, the two fought dozens of moves.

At the beginning, they were still testing, but gradually, their strength has been improving, has been improving.

Lu Ming waved both fists, and the speed of his fist was getting faster and faster. In an instant, dozens of fists were shot out.

To combine two kinds of artistic conception is to combine them completely.

"Yes, that's it!"

Xie Nianqing's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

And Lu Ming also completely let go of his hands and feet, and his fists were constantly bombarded out.

Xie Nianqing's strength is strong enough to block it. Lu Ming is not worried about hurting Xie Nianqing.

In a flash, a hundred moves passed.

Lu Ming feels that the operation of pop star boxing is becoming more and more smooth, and his understanding of it is also gradually deepening.

At the same time, pop star boxing, like a sledgehammer, constantly temper Xie Nianqing's artistic conception, so that the two kinds of artistic conception gradually merge.

If Xie Nianqing's two kinds of artistic conception merge successfully, her combat power will definitely be able to improve a lot.

After fighting for more than 300 moves, they stopped.

"How about it?"

Lu Ming walked over and asked.

"Well, I have a lot of feelings. I believe that in a period of time, we may break through."

Xie Nianqing nodded excitedly, then looked at Lu Ming with a smile and said, "if you help me so much, I won't be afraid that I will break through and suppress you?"

"Ha ha, even if you break through, you may not be able to suppress me. Moreover, I will progress. In this life, you can't surpass me."

Lu Ming laughs and complains.

"Ugly, hum, how can I surpass you?"

Xie Nianqing's small mouth cocked up, revealing a faint smile.

Then, they talked and went back.

For the next two days, Lu Ming did not go to the battle platform, but closed door practice.

Two days later, a message came out.

Evil wind old monster, want to challenge Shura in the life battle platform, ask Shura to fight.

As soon as the news came out, the whole city was shaken.

The old devil wind is the same as the seven Chan old monster. He has lived for a long time. He is at least over 500 years old. He was the king of the peak several hundred years ago. Although he has not broken through the sea of spirit for hundreds of years, his martial arts and secret arts have been cultivated to a terrible level. His combat power is very terrible!This kind of character, want to challenge Shura, all people incomparably curious, incomparably excited.

So the news soon reached Lu Ming's ears.

"Old devil wind, interesting!"

Lu Ming showed a smile.

"It seems that there is a master. Let's go. I'll accompany you to have a look."

Xie Nianqing passed by, and they went towards the life battle platform. On the way, they changed into black robes and put on masks.

"Here comes Shura!"

As soon as Lu Ming arrived, the audience was reminded of bursts of exclamations.

Around the battle platform, people are already full.

After all, the name of Shura has become more and more popular recently, chasing the yama.

The old devil, a famous old monster in the sea area near Jinsha Island, has no one dares to provoke, except for the great power of Linghai.

The confrontation between the two naturally aroused the interest of the vast majority of people. Many people came as soon as they heard the news.

Lu Ming steps into the air and falls on the battle platform. Countless eyes look at him.

"Hey, hey

A shriveled sneer came out. A thin old man in a green robe appeared on the stage. Many people didn't even see how he appeared.

"What a fast speed!"

Lu Ming's eyes move, and the evil wind is old and strange. It is obvious that he has cultivated the artistic conception of wind, which is fast and terrifying.

"Lu Ming!"

Luo Xin's eyes are shining.

Today, Luo Xin also came. Similarly, Chen Dao and Chen Zhao also arrived and sat together to watch.

"I hope the old devil can kill this boy!"

Chen Zhao prayed in secret.

"Are you Shura? It's said that it's a little hairy boy. Don't play tricks in front of me. Take off the mask! "

The old devil stood in front of Lu Ming and laughed.

"If you want me to take off my mask, you can do it. It depends on whether you have this ability."

Lu Ming smiles faintly.

"Hey, it's good for young people to have self-confidence, but it's not good to look down on the elders. After all, age is not for nothing."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the old devil disappeared.

The next moment, Lu Ming feels that the strong wind is howling in front of him and grabs his mask with one claw.

Without hesitation, Lu Ming stepped forward quickly.

"Hey, you can't escape!"

The old devil moves again and follows Lu Ming tightly. His claws grasp Lu Ming's mask.

Boom!

Lu Ming suddenly punches and blows forward.

Such a close distance, if other people, absolutely can't avoid, but the evil wind old monster's body flash, can avoid.

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