Chapter 1162

"It's easy for young people to die early because of their madness."

Xu Zun's eyes were cold. He took a few steps and approached Lu Ming very quickly. His breath became stronger and stronger.

Shua!

In his hand, a soft whip appeared on the soft stool, which was full of inverted hooks. In the sun, the cold light flickered, the soft whip quickly grew longer, and finally became more than ten miles long, like a poisonous snake, rolling toward Lu Ming.

Soft whip cut through the air, issued a harsh sound, space was pulled out of a ferocious crack.

In the face of such an attack, Lu Ming's face was calm and her body shook slightly. She avoided the attack and stepped forward to kill Xu Zun.

"You can't escape. You can't escape. You can't be killed again!"

Xu Zun gave a big drink and whipped his soft whip like a real dragon hovering in the air, turning into a heavy whip shadow, like a net in the sky. He wrapped it around the land and closed all the retreat routes.

"Why should I escape? Break it

The calm voice spreads out. Inside Lu Ming's body, there is the sound of dragon chanting. Zhenyuan boils and blows out a fist.

Boom!

The blow seemed to push the whole space, which exploded. A terrible fist force rushed towards the heavy whip shadow. The whip shadow, like a push of a rotten branch, instantly collapsed and turned into debris and shot in all directions.

The terrible force even ran towards Xu Zun along the soft whip. His face changed greatly, his body shook and he retreated.

Shua!

A figure flash, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Not good!"

Xu Zun's mind was shocked, subconsciously hit a fist, and then wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Boom!

Lu Ming made another blow, as fast as lightning, then hit Xu Zun's chest directly.

Xu zunzhe uttered a cry of despair, and the whole person burst into pieces. Even the spirit and God were not preserved.

The power of swallowing breaks out, covering Xu Zun. His body is full of energy and spirit, and all of them are swallowed up by Lu Ming.

"Your dogleg's dead, don't you go on the court yourself?"

Lu Ming is indifferent and looks at Xie Zhen with disdain.

This let Xie Zhen gnaw teeth, but in the heart, also shocked.

A strong man with seven spirits was killed by Lu Ming so easily. Is Lu Ming's fighting power too terrible?

Other people watching the war also changed their faces.

"Lu Ming's strength has been greatly improved over the previous million years of sacrificial rites. Such an amazing talent is rare in the world."

"With his current fighting power, Xie Nianjun is obviously not an opponent. I don't know how to fight against Shanglong Chen?"

"I don't know, but it's a pity that even if Lu Ming's talent and fighting power are strong, the result is doomed. Don't forget that this is the holy city. Even if the emperor comes, he may not be able to leave, let alone Lu Ming?"

Many people are shocked by Lu Ming's fighting power and talent, but also for Lu Ming. Unfortunately, this is the holy city. No matter how strong Lu Ming is, the result is doomed.

"At your age, it's rare to have such accomplishments and combat power in ancient times. I admire you. If you take a blood oath and surrender to my royal family, how about I plead with the emperor to spare your life?"

A gray haired old man stepped out of the sky and walked towards Lu Ming, looking like a fairy.

He was filled with a sense of terror, which was several times stronger than that of Xu Zun.

Spirit eight peaks!

Lu Ming's eyes are shining, and the cultivation of the old man with white hair is not hidden at all. Lu Ming can see it at a glance.

"You are a spirit God eight, have the right to let the holy emperor forgive me? You think highly of yourself

Lu Ming curls his mouth at will, and disdains the way.

"It's at least a chance, isn't it? If you refuse, you won't have a chance! "

Being despised by Lu Ming, a glimmer of edge flashed in the eyes of the old man with white hair and a deep voice.

"Well, it's up to you? I'm afraid that's not enough! "

Lu Ming smile, disdain more strong.

"Arrogant, I do it, you have no chance!"

The old man with white hair showed anger in his eyes, his body was filled with milky white light, and his eyes were cold.

Although Lu Ming easily killed a strong one of the seven spirits, he was the peak of the eight spirits. His strength was much stronger than that of the seven spirits. He could easily kill the strong one of the seven spirits. Therefore, he was confident and able to suppress Lu Ming.

After all, Lu Ming is young, and no matter how strong he is, he will not be too unreasonable!

Whew!

A white sword light, blooming from the old man with white hair, pierced the vast sky and killed Lu Ming.

This sword is sharp, cruel, amazing and terrible.

Just one sword is better than Xu Zun, who was seven times the spirit God just now.

In Lu Ming's body, the Dragon chants in bursts, and the top of his head, the third blood vessel emerges. A force rushes into Lu Ming's body, which makes Lu Ming's strength increase again.

Touch!

One step out, one hand split out.The power of the palm startled the sky. One hand broke the sky and formed a terrible palm blade, which was cut on the old man's white sword.

The sharp blast sounds, the white sword disappears, and Lu Ming rushes towards the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, and the sword in his hand kept stabbing out. The snow-white sword awns, like bright and shining lights, assassinated Xiang Lu Ming.

The sword is dense and dense, like endless general, constantly pouring towards Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lu Ming kneaded his fist and came out constantly.

Vaguely, Lu Ming's fist seems to be turned into a prison stele to suppress everything.

In the sky, there is a dense explosion. The Sword Spear made by the old man with white hair is constantly collapsing. Lu Ming meets the sword and rushes upward to kill the old man with white hair.

The white haired old man's face changed. He became ugly and dignified. After a big drink, his blood emerged. He used the blood fusion to incarnate a milky sword.

As soon as the sword shakes, more and more sharper swords pour towards Lu Ming.

"Broken!"

As Jiulong emerges, Lu Ming incarnates himself as Jiulong. He rushes forward and breaks through all the swords. Jiulong's claws are continuously caught on the Milky sword.

The Milky sword shakes violently and then collapses, revealing the real body of the old man with white hair.

At this time, the old man with white hair was in great distress. He was no longer the immortal. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes were shabby. His white robe was covered with blood. His eyes were full of fear. He rushed to the wall of the holy city.

At the moment, in the holy city, countless people who saw this scene were deeply shocked.

The strong men at the top of the eight peaks of the spirit God were all defeated. They were seriously injured by Lu Ming and ran for their lives in confusion.

It's unbelievable. I couldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

A young man, less than 30 years old, can seriously injure an old strong man with eight spirits and gods. Such an example has rarely been recorded in the land of shenhuang since ancient times.

It's out of the ordinary sense. It's terrible.

Lu Tianming is still called the first opponent in his heart.

High in the sky, Xie Nianjun, who is fighting with Xie Nianqing, naturally feels this scene. His mind is shocked and his eyes show an incredible color.

Lu Ming's fighting power has far exceeded her.

Arrogant as she is, some difficult to accept.

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