Chapter 128 This Is the Peak of the Battle

"Ridiculous!"

Lu Ming faced a hegemon like the president of the White tiger courtyard, without fear, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and faced the other side, saying, "What's his heart to be punished? I'm just saying the truth. If Duanmu Yunyang can't bear this blow, then what martial arts?"

How dare you!

These four words popped up in everyone's hearts.

Lu Ming was too bold to contradict the president of the White tiger courtyard. This was the head of the house.

"Bold!"

The president of the White tiger courtyard was in a rage. As he roared, the sky changed and a hundred meter long saber condensed out. The terrifying force of the saber covered the entire field, and everyone seemed to have been crushed by a mountain.

Boom! Boom!

Qinglong courtyard and the head of the Xuanwu courtyard, two powerful forces erupted from their bodies, and the overwhelming power pervaded the bodies of the disciples of the two academies, blocking the strong pressure.

"Duanmu Pojun, do you want to be shameless? Do you want to attack a junior?"

The director of the Vermillion bird courtyard's eyes turned cold. In the sky, a huge sword that was a hundred meters long appeared, and a breath that was no weaker than the director of the Vermillion bird courtyard erupted.

Sword by sword, shaking each other, in the sky, the roar was incessant.

The four courtyard disciples all looked at the sky in horror.

Is this the strength of the president of the Four great courtyards? In a flash, the wind and clouds changed color. This kind of power had already transcended the scope of mortals. It was too terrifying.

Master xuanyuan frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved it, a gentle power gushed out, but this power seemed gentle, but it had an incredible power. The swords condensed by the president of White tiger courtyard and the president of the White tiger courtyard instantly collapsed, turned into energy, and dissipated in the sky.

"As the headmaster of the first courtyard, you two are fighting in front of all the disciples. What do you think? This matter is over. On the stage, injuries are inevitable. Now quickly send someone to carry Duanmu Yunyang down to cure him!"

A cold voice came from the head of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

"And, Lu Ming!"

The head of the door looked at lu ming and said, "After all, duanmu is the head of the first courtyard. Your seniors, when you speak in the future, you should respect your seniors. Don't contradict your seniors because you are young. Do you understand?"

"Got it, master!"

Lu Ming put his fists together and stopped as soon as he saw the good.

The president of the White tiger courtyard frowned. He was clearly protecting Lu Ming. He pushed the blame on Lu Ming's young age. It was hard for him to say anything.

Duanmu Yunyang had already been humiliated enough today. If he wanted to pursue it again, he would inevitably end up with a reputation of bullying the small and the big, and it would be even more embarrassing.

"Lu Ming!"

A glimmer of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the White tiger courtyard president, then he waved his long sleeves and said, "Take Yunyang back for treatment."

At that moment, a White tiger courtyard disciple carried Duanmu Yunyang down.

Lu Ming smiled faintly. Duanmu Yunyang's state of mind was broken. If he could not walk out from behind, the path of martial arts in this life would be over and it would be difficult to continue.

"This battle, lu mingsheng!"

The referee announced.

With the announcement of the referee, the attention of the Four great courtyards disciples returned to this competition.

"There's still one last round. Zhang Muyun and Lu Ming are going to play in this round."

"Who will win?"

"It's hard to say now. After all, both of them understand the' power'."

"I didn't expect it. After Duanmu Yunyang fought Zhang Muyun, I thought there was no suspense. I didn't expect Lu Ming to be stronger than I thought."

"The battle of the peak, this is the battle of the peak, the collision of power and power. This year's bronze level competition is really wonderful."

It was too rare for two bronze level disciples to comprehend' power' at the same time.

If one appeared, one would appear every few years.

But if two were to appear at the same time, it might not be possible for decades.

This was a rare situation and everyone was looking forward to it.

In the past, no one thought that Lu Ming was Zhang Muyun's opponent, but when lu ming broke out, he could already fight Zhang Muyun.

"The ninth round begins!"

After resting for half an hour, the referee announced the start of the ninth round.

Not sure if it was the referee's intention, or if it was just a coincidence, Zhang Muyun and Lu Ming went to the end.

The first four rounds passed quickly.

Among them, Duanmu Yunyang did not participate in the war.

Finally, it was the last scene.

"Scene five, Lu Ming versus Zhang Muyun!"

With the referee's announcement, the bottom line test ignited the atmosphere.

Countless people began to shout.

"Lu Ming, come on!

"Lu Ming, senior brother Lu Ming is invincible!"

"Lu Ming is so handsome. I want to have a baby for you!"

"Nest, will lu ming take a fancy to you? Shameless, get out! Lu Ming must have taken a fancy to me!"

"You don't want a face, and you don't look in the mirror. Can you compare to me?"

...

The son of the Vermillion bird courtyard, cheering for Lu Ming like crazy.

There were even a lot of young female disciples who cried out in a daze.

There were even female disciples who were jealous and fought fiercely.

Lu Ming was young, but his cultivation was incomparably high, and his talent was even more unspeakable. Moreover, his appearance was beautiful and handsome, which had great attraction to girls, and it was normal.

"Brother Zhang Muyun, come on!"

"Senior Zhang Muyun will win!"

...

Qinglong courtyard also shouted, and Zhang Muyun's popularity was incomparably strong.

It was just that he and Zhuo Yirong had been an open couple for a long time, and many girls were heartbroken.

The two men cheered and stepped onto the battle platform.

After half an hour, Lu Ming was shaken by the breath of the president of the White tiger courtyard, and was slightly injured.

"Junior Lu Ming, I didn't expect that the final battle would be with you!"

Zhang Muyun smiled, a gentle and comforting smile.

This was not an act, but a natural one.

In fact, Zhang Muyun was very popular in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Not only was he gifted, but he was also gentle and sincere. He did not have an air of superiority just because he was gifted.

So, Zhang Muyun's friends were all over the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Ming also had a good impression of Zhang Muyun. He cupped his fist and said, "Brother zhang, it's my good fortune to have a fight with you."

"Hahaha, that's exactly what I wanted to say. But, although master lu's talent is far above me, it's not that easy to beat me today."

Zhang Muyun smiled.

"I will try my best to fight."

"Well, try your best."

The two looked at each other, and a powerful aura erupted from their bodies at the same time.

A sharp, unbreakable force.

A raging rage burned everything.

Boom!

Without anyone moving, the two of them had already begun to clash and collide.

With a roar, the battle platform was suddenly replaced by a sharp and hot intention, a sharp and hot breath, surging out in all directions.

The disciples on Lu Ming's side suddenly felt enveloped in a fiery rage, and felt as if they had been put into a furnace, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

On Zhang Muyun's side, everyone felt a sharp pain in their skin, as if they were being cut by the sharp air of swords.

If not for the timely action of some silver robed elders, many of the weaker cultivators would have been seriously injured on the spot.

"Fourth level sword technique, summer heat!"

"The Musket Formula, landslide!"

Both men launched an attack at the same time and charged at each other.

(The end of this chapter)