Chapter 91 Ravage the Dry And Pull the Rotten

Lu Ming glanced around the room and saw the char that had been burnt black. He could already imagine what had happened.

In his heart, a cold, piercing killing intent burst forth.

Although a martial artist has great power, a martial artist has his own rules and the pride of a martial artist. Ordinary martial artists disdain to kill ordinary people.

But the children of the Shifang sword sect had already lost their bottom line. In order to achieve their goal, they would do anything.

Lu Ming's killing intent had never been so strong.

Feeling the killing intent on lu ming, the Shifang sword sect disciple's eyes froze.

Zheng Qian, frown slightly.

He remembered that in that direction, he had sent nine people, but up until now, not only did not see a person, but also a strange young man.

Something's wrong! Zheng Qian's expression changed.

Step by step, Lu Ming seemed to be very slow, but in fact, very quickly, a few breaths, came to the front of the Shifang sword sect disciple.

"Boy, how did you get here? Where are my Shifang sword sect disciples over there? Did you see them?"

A Shifang sword sect disciple shouted.

"Yes, but they are all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty Shifang sword sect disciples changed one after another. Someone shouted, "Tell me, how did you die?"

Lu Ming smiled coldly. With a wave of his hand, the musket appeared, and a powerful breath burst out, "Of course I killed him. Now, I'll send you down to accompany them."

"You killed him? Boy, how dare you."

"Little bastard, if you dare to kill my Shifang sword sect disciple, you will die. Not only you, but also your family."

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

"You still want to kill us. You don't know what to do. I'll kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a commotion. A burly young man strode out, carrying a huge sword, and chopped it at lu ming's head.

If this sword was struck, it would definitely split Lu Ming in half.

Boo!

A flash of lightning flashed by and the burly young man suddenly froze.

With a bang, his War sword landed, and his hands gripped his throat, his eyes staring out like dead fish, revealing an incredible look.

There was already a blood hole in his throat, and he was bleeding profusely.

The Musket Formula's pursuit of power, the fastest move from the The Musket Formula.

The Shifang sword sect disciples around them didn't even see how Lu Ming did it.

"A murderer, a man always kills. If you want to kill me, you have to be aware of being killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

The burly young man fell to the ground and struggled a few times before losing his breath.

"Good kill!"

More than a dozen stone pickers roared in their hearts. Although they did not dare to shout out, they were extremely happy.

Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "It's so fast. Let's go together and kill him."

"Kill!"

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples roared, leaped up high, cut out sharp sword qi, and cut towards lu ming.

These Shifang sword sect disciples, the weakest in cultivation, were the sixth, the strongest, and the eighth of the martial arts masters.

A dozen people joined forces and the momentum was terrifying. Even a master of nine weights would be hacked to death by random swords.

But Lu Ming didn't move, not even blinking.

"The Musket Formula - fire dance!"

Suddenly, Lu Ming held the tail of the gun in his hand, and the spear swung forward.

Huff and puff...

The sound of the long spear vibrated, and then suddenly, flames of red appeared in the air. These flames, red and beautiful, were like the flowers of fire, and were dancing like flames.

When the flame flower bloomed, the scene suddenly sounded a scream.

More than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples stepped back, blood floating in the air, incomparably beautiful.

A dozen Shifang sword sect disciples had a blood hole in their throat or heart.

One move, thirteen Shifang sword sect disciples, dead!

But Lu Ming did not stop at all. He strode forward and the spear swept out.

"Take the moon!"

Touch...

A series of broken bones sounded and eight Shifang sword sect youths flew away.

He fell to the ground and soon lost his breath.

It was completely destroyed.

This was Lu Ming's current strength.

The Mystical level's inferior martial arts, the Mystical level, had reached the second level of cultivation, and with the cultivation of breaking through the early phase of the eighth division of martial arts, the fighting power had been raised to a terrifying level.

On the field, there were only three Shifang sword sect disciples left.

A Zheng Qian, a master with nine weights.

The other one was young Tabizi, who was standing close to the stone pickers, so Lu Ming's attack did not cover him.

At this moment, Tabizi young man's face changed drastically and his legs and stomach trembled incessantly.

Zheng Qian, on the other hand, looked extremely grave.

"You are very strong, but you killed so many of my Shifang sword sect disciples. From now on, heaven and earth, no one can save you."

Zheng Qian said in a cold voice.

"As long as I kill all of you, who knows I did it?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong. I am not sure I can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you know how ridiculous this sentence is!"

Zheng qianzhan pointed his sword at Lu Ming, a strong red sword breath, hesitating.

"Brother zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Qian suddenly let out a loud shout, his body exploded, and he slashed at lu ming.

The War sword cut through the air and a piercing explosion sounded.

At the same time, on the other side, the Shifang sword sect disciple, who was a martial artist with nine weights, also broke out and killed lu ming with a sword.

Whoosh!

Lu Ming lifted it up.

Dang! Dang!

The spear intersected with the two War sword, and there was a violent vibration.

Lu Ming swayed slightly and took three steps back.

Zheng Qian also threw a few meters back and landed on the ground.

As for the young man with nine weights, he threw back ten meters and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This Zheng Qian is so powerful!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was only a single move, Lu Ming felt that zheng qianzhan's sword spread with great strength, like a raging wave.

The other young man, who was a ninth-weight martial artist, compared with him, was trash.

Definitely not weaker than He Tie.

Lu Ming withdrew because of Zheng Qian.

At this moment, Zheng Qian's heart was filled with horror.

Lu Ming's strength was also beyond his expectations, no weaker or even stronger than him.

"Kill!"

There was nothing to say. The two sides were already mortal enemies. Only when one side fell, could it end. The two sides fought together again.

Both Zheng Qian's blood vessels exploded.

This time, Zheng Qian was the main attacker, and the other young man with the ninth highest rank of martial arts was attacking secretly.

For a moment, Lu Ming was a little passive.

And young Tabizi, unable to intervene, could only watch anxiously from one side.

(The end of this chapter)