Chapter 88 The Marksmanship Was Impressive

"Since you know that I am a disciple of the Shifang sword sect, you should kneel down and apologize."

The young man shouted.

"What an idiot!"

Lu Ming was a little speechless.

Could it be that the Shifang sword sect were all like this? Since Lu Ming knew he was a student of the Shifang sword sect and dared to take action, he was clearly not afraid of him. He even asked Lu Ming to kneel down and apologize. What was this idiot?

As soon as his figure shook, lu ming came out of the rubble.

At this moment, several figures rushed over.

They were all young people, and in the distance, there were five young people who surrounded a dozen or so casual cultivators who were here to pick up flaming stones with ordinary people.

"Brother zhao, what's going on?"

Asked one of the people rushing in.

"Senior brother, this little bastard, he dares to attack me secretly. If you move, you will destroy him for me."

The young man shouted earlier.

"Boy, how dare you hurt my Shifang sword sect disciple. Now, let me destroy your cultivation, and then help us to explore the way inside. Maybe I can save my life."

One of the fat Shifang sword sect disciples said.

With a lofty expression, he looked at lu ming coldly.

Lu Ming rubbed his nose speechlessly. Is this a disciple of the Shifang sword sect? No matter what, they all have the same moral character and look superior.

Shifang sword sect is indeed Empire of the scorching sun's largest sect, but it doesn't need everyone to put on a haughty face, does it?

"Boy, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"

The fat young man drank coldly.

"You asked me to go inside and find the way. You caught so many ordinary people. What do you want?"

Instead of answering, Lu Ming asked curiously.

"Nonsense, is that what you can ask? Go and find your way!"

The fat young man said coldly, then punched at the crying dantian.

The fat young man had the seven heavy cultivation of a martial artist. This punch was very powerful. If it was solid, it would definitely break Lu Ming's cyclone and cripple his cultivation.

This is the Shifang sword sect. It is overbearing. If you don't agree, you will be ruined.

"Shifang sword sect, hehe, it's only a matter of time before they meet, so collect some interest first."

Lu Ming's eyes turned completely cold.

Lu Yuntian, most likely in the hands of the Shifang sword sect, Lu Ming had no good impression of the Shifang sword sect.

Now, worse.

Boom!

When the Flaming Dragon Fist exploded, Lu Ming's punch was faster and fiercer.

With one punch, it hit the fat young man's stomach accurately. The fat young man's eyes popped out in an instant, and then he let out a shrill cry. His fat body was like a ball, flying far away, nearly 20 meters away, before falling to the ground, and then rolling several times before stopping.

"Ah, ah, you ruined my cultivation? You ruined my cultivation, beast, bastard."

The fat young man shrieked.

"If I only allow you to destroy my cultivation, I won't allow you to destroy your cultivation?"

Lu Ming said indifferently.

"Boy, you want to die!"

The remaining two youths roared, their swords unsheathed, and two sharp Sword light blasted out at lu ming.

Both of them were the later stages of the seventh division of martial arts.

"The Musket Formula - take the moon!"

With a move of his hand, the flaming gun appeared and shot out. In the air, a fiery red light flashed like a moon.

Touch! Touch!

The two Shifang sword sect youths, without any resistance, were swept out by the spears and spat out blood in the air. After falling, they had no breath at all.

They were shot by Lu Ming, and their bones were cut off, and their internal organs were shattered.

The fat young man and the young man before him were stunned, pale and trembling.

Lu Ming looked at the young man with broken hands.

"No, don't kill me!"

The young man with the broken hand screamed in horror.

But Lu Ming remained unmoved and raised his spear.

"Stop!"

At this time, five Shifang sword sect disciples who had surrounded more than a dozen stone pickers rushed in unison. One of them roared, revealing the strong cultivation of the eight peaks of the martial arts master.

"Ah!"

The young man with broken hands cried out in horror and ran towards the five Shifang sword sect disciples.

But -

Whew!

With a flick of his hand, Lu Ming's spear shot out, instantly catching up with the young man who had broken his hand, passing through his chest from his back and nailing him to the ground.

"Die! Die! Little bastard, not only you die, your family, your friends, all die!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple, who was at the peak of the eighth martial arts division, roared angrily and rushed towards the landing.

"See who dies first!"

When the Dragon And Snake Steps launched its attack, Lu Ming turned into a gust of wind and charged towards the five Shifang sword sect. As he passed by the young man with broken hands, he pulled out his musket.

Both sides were approaching quickly.

"Raging waves!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple, who was a martial arts master with eight weights, roared, holding a huge sword as wide as his hand.

Buzz!

The rifles shook and swept forward.

Dang!

The guns and swords intersected, sparks shot out, and a loud roar was heard.

The Shifang sword sect disciple shuddered and retreated a dozen steps back, while Lu Ming only shook slightly.

"Kill!"

The next moment, the other four Shifang sword sect disciples, the War sword, came to lu ming one after another.

Empire of the scorching sun's five major sects, only the Shifang sword sect and the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, are good at sword techniques, and the two are good at sword techniques, which are somewhat different.

The swordplay practiced by the Shifang sword sect is inclined to be fierce, open and close with incomparable power.

Four Shifang sword sect disciples, two martial arts masters eight times, two martial arts masters seven times, combined, the sword like a raging wave, swept towards lu ming.

At the same time, the attack also unleashed a burst of blood, which was much more powerful.

However, they were facing Lu Ming, who had already trained the Mystical level's inferior martial arts to the second level of Lu Ming.

"Take the moon!"

Lu Ming's eyes were bright, and his whole body was filled with anger, which was swept out with a single shot.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

There were four rumblings in a row, and at the same time, four screams in a row.

Two Shifang sword sect disciples with seven martial arts masters were killed and flew away.

The two young men who weighed eight were no better. They flew ten meters and fell to the ground heavily. They coughed up blood and suffered heavy injuries.

One shot, two deaths and two injuries, which shocked the Shifang sword sect disciple who was at the peak of the eight martial arts masters.

But Lu Ming would not give him the slightest chance to breathe. He took a few quick steps forward, then jumped up high and the musket fell down.

"Landslide!"

The spear fell, accompanied by a mournful roar, and the Shifang sword sect disciple's face turned pale. He unleashed all his strength, running the power of his blood to the extreme and chopping the War sword upwards.

Dang!

The spear hit the War sword and roared out, creating a gust of wind that swept in all directions.

Boom!

The stone under the feet of the Shifang sword sect disciple exploded. It was difficult for him to stand still and he knelt down directly. Where he knelt down, the stone exploded.

(The end of this chapter)