Chapter 92 Kill Zheng Qian

"Sword of the cross!"

Zheng Qian held a giant sword wider than the palm of his hand, and the attack was overbearing. A sword was cut out, and the Sword light formed a cross, cutting towards lu ming with great power.

"Broken armor!"

Lu Ming's spear shook and the tip of the spear formed a rotating cutting force that collided with Zheng Qian's Sword light.

Dang!

With a loud roar, Lu Ming took two steps back and Zheng Qian took three steps back.

Facing each other head-on, Lu Ming had a slight advantage.

"This Zheng Qian, how can he be so aggressive? His martial arts are clearly not Mystical level martial arts, but top-grade yellow martial arts. Although he has been trained to a very high level, but it is impossible to be so aggressive?"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Although Zheng Qian's cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth rank of a martial arts master, and there was also a level five bloodline, but without the skills of the Mystical level, it was impossible for him to be so strong in attack. Facing Lu Ming head-on, he was only slightly down.

You know, Lu Ming's true qi, strong degree of concentration, but three times the ordinary true qi, plus the The Musket Formula has been trained to the second level, the average martial arts master, nine peak martial artists, Lu Ming can be defeated in one move.

"By the way, it's the physical body. This Zheng Qian, his physical body is extremely powerful. He must have practiced the art of physical training."

Lu Ming's eyes suddenly brightened.

He noticed that Zheng Qian's muscles were bulging and his skin was covered with a faint red glow.

It must be the physical body. Zheng Qian practiced the method of physical training. The physical body cooperated with the true qi, and it could produce amazing fighting power, so he could compete with Lu Ming.

Boo!

At this moment, a Sword light rushed towards the landing.

"What trouble!"

Lu Ming frowned, his spear swung and collided with a thin sword. A figure retreated far away.

He was a Shifang sword sect disciple of the martial arts master.

Although this Shifang sword sect disciple was not strong in attack, his body was not weak and slippery. He took advantage of lu ming's weakness to sneak attack.

"If I break out and want to win them, it's easy, but I can't always rely on my blood to break out. My blood to break out is too short, so I can only use it as a trump card. I can't use it in a regular fight. I'd better use my current state to deal with them."

Touch!

Lu Ming took a step and rushed towards zheng qian.

"Landslide!"

The spear fell from the top and fell heavily.

Zheng Qian's eyes froze and he fought back with his sword.

Boom!

The rock beneath Zheng Qian's feet exploded and he retreated.

"It's just the early phase of the eightfold division of martial arts. Although I have practiced the skills of the Mystical level, how can I be so powerful? My body has been trained to a complete level, and I am still invincible."

Zheng Qian was shocked beyond measure.

It would be normal to suppress him at the same level, but Lu Ming's cultivation was only at the early stage of the eightfold division. How did this happen?

"Kill!"

Lu Ming was fighting like a rainbow and kept attacking zheng qian, just in time to hone Zheng Qian's shooting skills.

The rolling dragon's true energy was continuously injected into the spear, very smooth, one shot after another, Lu Ming was like an invincible general, galloping across the battlefield.

Zheng Qian was completely suppressed.

Boo!

At this moment, a Sword light suddenly stabbed Lu Ming in the back.

"Just wait for you to do it!"

A cold light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, and without turning his head, the spear shot out.

"Take the moon!"

A red moonlight flashed. The disciple of the Shifang sword sect martial arts master ninth-heavy was shocked and tried to retreat.

But it was too late.

The spear was eight feet long, and the length of the arm completely covered the distance of more than three meters.

"Block!"

The Shifang sword sect disciple of the ninth rank of martial arts master lost his face in shock and blocked himself with a long sword.

But his long sword was a thin one, and the roots could not stop it.

Dang!

Lu Ming's spear hit his long sword, and a violent force erupted. The sword bent directly, and the body of the sword and the spear hit him hard on the chest.

Touch!

The Shifang sword sect disciple's body was pulled away like a sandbag, sticking to the ground and sliding tens of meters away, leaving a ravine in the hard ground.

When he stopped, there was no breath left.

A master of nine weights was shot by Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's spear did not stop after he took this Shifang sword sect disciple, who was a ninth-ranked martial artist, and he continued to draw forward, striking Zheng Qian who was attacking.

"Now, no one's bothering you. I can take care of you."

Lu Ming's calm voice sounded, and with a step, the spear shot out like lightning.

Zheng Qian tried to resist.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than ten moves.

The more Lu Ming fought, the more he understood the The Musket Formula and the more powerful it became. Zheng Qian was no longer an enemy and was losing.

Not far away, young Tabizi's face turned pale when he saw it. Suddenly, he shouted, "Brother zheng, hold on. I will return to the sect first. I will tell the elder to avenge you."

After that, he ran away.

"Damn it!"

Zheng Qian roared.

"Damn it. Don't worry. I'll kill him for you after I get rid of you."

Lu Ming said lightly.

Boom!

One shot landed on Zheng Qian's sword. Zheng Qian stepped back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After a series of battles, his muscles trembled, and the tiger's mouth split open, oozing blood.

If it weren't for his physical strength, he would have been shocked to death by lu ming, even if he hadn't forgotten the consequences.

"True anger, his true anger is too strong. It is unbearable!"

Fear appeared in Zheng Qian's eyes.

"Wait a minute. As long as you let me go, I can forget about this time you killed so many of my Shifang sword sect disciples. I won't pursue it. How about that? Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the wrath of my Shifang sword sect."

Zheng Qian screamed with fear.

"Threatening me at this point, what an idiot!"

Lu Ming said indifferently. The spear kept on firing and one shot fell on Zheng Qian.

Boom!

Teng teng!

Zheng Qian took seven or eight steps back, coughing up blood and getting worse.

"Stop, stop, treasure! That dead volcano has treasure. If you spare me, I can give you half. Yes, I can give you half."

Zheng Qian shouted.

"No need. As long as I kill you, everything is mine. I won't play with you anymore. Your junior brother has already run far away. If he continues to play, he might really run away."

Lu Ming curled his lips and a red light flashed across his body.

Blood spurt!

There was no need to keep it.

Whew!

The spear turned into a bolt of lightning, much faster than before, and Zheng Qian could not resist it.

"No..."

Zheng qian roared.

Poof!

The spear pierced right through his heart, shining back and forth.

Zheng Qian clutched the gun with both hands, his eyes full of unwillingness, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he screamed, "You... Who the hell are you?"

Poof!

Lu Ming pulled out his spear, kicked his feet, and ran after young Tabizi like a flash of lightning. Then, a voice came from afar, "Xuanyuan Sword Sect, Lu Ming!"

As he spoke, Lu Ming's figure had disappeared.

"Xuanyuan Sword Sect?"

Zheng Qian murmured, the life in his eyes disappearing quickly.

(The end of this chapter)