Chapter 100 One Strike

Eastern grandstand.

"Lu Ming, it's Lu Ming, this little bastard. He really overestimated himself and really came here to challenge Bronze platform."

Next to Yao Tianyu, the young man in red shouted.

"It's true that we overestimate our strength, but just in time, we can send someone up to kill him. Brother yao, what do you think?"

Another young man said coldly, then looked at Yao Tianyu.

Yao Tianyu looked at Lu Ming on the platform and his eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Sure!"

He had always wanted to find a chance to kill lu ming. Now that Lu Ming had run to Bronze platform himself, he would not let it go.

On the stands in the other directions, some of the geniuses on the bronze list also looked at lu ming curiously.

Bronze stage.

"Lu Ming, are you really going to challenge Bronze platform?"

The middle-aged referee asked in surprise.

"Not bad!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Well, since you've made up your own mind, then I won't stop you either. Let's start the challenge now."

The middle-aged referee announced very simply.

At the edge of the stage, Popular looked at Lu Ming curiously, his eyes shining, then he moved and flew to the northern stand, looking at him with interest.

At this time, the referee had announced that the scene had calmed down and everyone looked at it seriously.

Just now, the previous rookie king had just hit the bronze list successfully, and immediately, this year's rookie king began to challenge again. Thinking of it, it was really very interesting. This never happened in the history of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Ming, how far can we go?

Many people were curious.

"Who will fight me first!"

Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.

The Bronze platform challenge, the first five matches, was quite casual and anyone could go up to challenge.

But after five matches, the same winning team must fight against each other. Otherwise, it would not show its strength at all.

The people under the ninth rank of the martial arts master immediately fell silent.

Although they felt that lu ming could not win a few games, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he had the strength of a martial artist.

"I'll fight you."

A figure leaped onto the stage.

"It's Duanmu Jinming from the White tiger courtyard. It's said that his cultivation has reached the mid-ninth stage of the martial arts division."

As soon as the man came onto the stage, screams were heard from all around him.

Duanmu Jinming, about twenty years old, had a pale face and dark eyes. He stared at lu ming and sneered, "Lu Ming, you don't know how to hold back. You're here to challenge Bronze platform right now. Haha, I'll stop you from the first game. The new king will stop you from the first game. Stop the first game. Something like this will definitely set a Xuanyuan Sword Sect record and be famous for centuries."

Duanmu Jinming's tone was full of sneers and ridicule.

"As expected, your duanmu family was the first to run up, but I found that your duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, you have no ability at all, but you are as pure as fire by boasting."

Lu Ming said faintly.

As soon as he said this, the duanmu family immediately became furious.

"Damn it, damn it, how dare you belittle my duanmu family."

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a hard hand, cripple him, let him know how powerful my duanmu family is."

"Cripple him!"

...

Duanmu Jinming's eyes were dark as well, and he said coldly, "Lu Ming, you will pay a terrible price for what you said."

Duanmu Jinming, the long sword came out of its sheath, and a white blade came out through the blade, which was extremely sharp.

With a wave of his hand, a huge sword, one and a half meters long, appeared in his hand.

This huge sword was left behind by Zheng Qian.

To deal with such a small guy, you don't need to use a firearm.

Lu Ming also wanted to see if he could use a giant sword like this to unleash the power of the Flowing Light Swordsmanship after his physical ascension.

"Well, I don't need to say any more about the rules. Now the match begins."

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Come on, I don't have that much time. There are more than ten more matches left."

Lu Ming said faintly.

His tone was full of disdain, an expression that did not take Duanmu Jinming seriously at all, and he said that there were more than ten matches left after that, as if he could really win ten consecutive games.

"Nest, that's crazy."

"Yes, he is too proud, but the more proud he is, the more he will be defeated later. He is the one who will lose face."

All around, there was a discussion.

"Damn it, I won't cripple you."

Duanmu Jinming roared, moved, and continued to roar towards the landing.

"Tiger sword technique!"

Duanmu Jinming let out a long roar, the War sword cut out, and on the War sword, there was a faint shadow of a fierce tiger, incomparably powerful, cutting towards the landing roar.

"Is this the strength of a mid-ninth division martial artist?"

Lu Ming curled his lips slightly and cut out with a sword.

This sword, very direct, not any sword technique, just a random cut, completely cut with brute force.

Dang!

This sword, directly cut on Duanmu Jinming's War sword, and then everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's War sword was bent and deformed, and the sword body was heavily pounded on Duanmu Jinming's own chest.

Duanmu Jinming's eyes popped out in an instant.

Boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body was like a cannonball, flying straight back, flying out of more than 20 meters, and then sliding on the platform for more than 10 meters, fell on the platform.

The crowd suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

Many people were even talking loudly about lu ming's arrogance, but at this moment, their expressions froze.

One sword, but only one sword, an ordinary sword, directly kicked Duanmu Jinming out of the stage.

Isn't that too strong?

Isn't the gap too big?

"Yes, senior brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.

At this moment, the others also reacted.

"Isn't that... Amazing? One move to get rid of Duanmu Jinming?"

"Indeed, it seems that I underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late ninth stage or even the peak of the ninth stage."

"This strength, won five times in a row, should not be a big problem."

"The new king is the new king. We still underestimate him."

Many of the faces turned solemn, and those who had previously spoken so lightly of Lu Ming felt even more flushed.

"Who else is going to fight!"

Lu Ming did not even look at Duanmu Jinming, who had fallen off the stage, and continued to look around.

"Let me do it!"

Then, a young man jumped onto the stage.

"Brother Lu Ming, please give me some advice."

This young man had the late cultivation of a martial artist, but he did not dare to belittle Lu Ming anymore. He said politely with his fists in his arms.

"Okay, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

Boom!

This young man, using an iron rod, waved, roared, and had extraordinary power.

Lu Ming was a little more polite to this young man, and it took him ten moves to knock him off the stage.

Two consecutive wins.

(The end of this chapter)