Chapter 129 Number One in the Fourth Courtyard

The two figures leaped over fifty meters in an instant and were bombarded together.

Dang!

The strong wind blew and the two of them retreated after a single blow, but the next moment, they continued to fight together.

Zhang Muyun's swordsmanship, combined with the power of gold, became extremely sharp, invincible, invincible.

Lu Ming's shooting skills, combined with the power of fire, were tyrannical, destroying everything, destroying everything.

Both of them were the representatives of the attack, both of them had very strong attack power. When fighting, there was naturally no fancy, opening and closing like a storm.

The disciples of the fourth courtyard and the elders of the grandstand stared unblinkingly at the arena, at the two fierce fighting figures on the stage.

Some of the cultivators were not enough, so they could only see two lights and shadows on the battle platform. They were fighting fiercely and fiercely, and they could not see the actual situation of the battle at all.

Ding-dong...

After a few breaths, the two of them exchanged dozens of moves. The hot sparks were scattered all over the place. The thrilling battle made everyone forget to breathe, and their faces turned red.

The roars grew louder and louder, and the two fought faster and faster, and the battle became more and more intense.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

"Can you see the details of their fight?"

"It's only wonderful if you can't see clearly."

The insiders watch the door, the outsiders watch the fun.

Some of the disciples with low cultivation enjoyed it, while some of the disciples with high cultivation had a serious look on their faces.

"Master, who do you think will win?"

An elder in gold robes asked xuanyuan sword sect's leader.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect smiled and said, "Both of them are just beginning to understand. They are just beginners. They can't be distinguished from each other. Zhang Muyun's physical body and martial arts are stronger than lu ming, but Lu Ming's skills are not small. His true qi is strong and condensed, stronger than Zhang Muyun."

"But as far as I know, Zhang Muyun has mastered more than one Mystical level skill, but Lu Ming's bloodline didn't explode either, but Lu Ming's bloodline is very strange, it seems that only a few breaths can break out, so this battle, the outcome is unpredictable."

"Both of them are people of great fortune. Each has its own chance."

A gold-robed elder sighed.

After so many wars, Lu Ming's true qi and unique characteristics of blood naturally could not be hidden from the eyes of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's head and powerful men like the golden robe elder.

But in the world of martial arts, everyone has their own opportunities, which is normal. With their status, they will not covet the opportunities of several younger generations.

The disciples under the sect had an opportunity, and they were happier, so that the sect would be stronger in the future.

"If you can't win, Lu Ming can't win!"

Lu Yao and Lu Yunxiong's eyes were about to pop out, and they kept shouting in their hearts, hoping that zhang muyun would win.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Ming and Zhang Muyun fought fiercely for over a hundred moves.

"More than a minute has passed. There's less than a minute left before Zhang Muyun's blood line explodes."

Lu Ming's mind raced.

"Double-handed sword path!"

Just then, a long sword suddenly appeared in Zhang Muyun's other hand.

With a long sword on each hand, he charged towards the landing.

"Two-handed sword!"

Lu Ming was shocked.

Not only him, but everyone in the room was shocked.

Two-handed swords, not everyone can cultivate them. It can be said that only talented people can cultivate them. Two-handed swords and two swords cooperate with each other, and their power is stronger.

Whew whew...

The sky was filled with sword shadows, and they were heading towards the sound of landing.

"If there's such a move, then let's decide the winner."

Lu Ming's eyes froze, then blood flashed, and his veins burst.

"Explode!"

Lu Ming used his strongest move while his blood was exploding.

The true qi in his body rushed madly towards the spear, gathered at the tip of the spear, condensed into a little bit, and then exploded.

Boom!

Dang! Dang!

There was a loud roar, followed by the sound of an iron and gold collision.

Whoosh!

A figure flashed out. It was Zhang Muyun. He was gasping for air and one of his sleeves disappeared.

Lu Ming stood where he was, panting and exploding, but it was exhausting, but he was unharmed.

"How's it going?"

The crowd stared at the battle platform, their hearts racing.

"I lost!"

Suddenly, Zhang Muyun sighed.

"What? Zhang Muyun has conceded defeat? Have they already won or lost? I don't think either of them is okay."

"You're blind. You didn't see a part of Zhang Muyun's sleeve broken. A genius like them can tell the difference between winning and losing without getting hurt. One move, even half a move, is the difference between winning and losing."

"I see. God, then the first place this time is not Lu Ming."

"Yes, it's a dark horse, but it's too dark. It's dark all the way to the end."

Before the contest began, no one could have imagined that lu ming would win first place in the contest.

Most people thought that lu ming's ability to enter the top 30 was already amazing.

No one would think of Lu Ming as the number one player, even in their dreams. Almost everyone believed that the number one player was born between Zhang Muyun and Duanmu Yunyang.

The truth, however, shocked everyone.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Lu Yao and Lu Yunxiong were stunned.

"We can't go on like this, we can't let Lu Ming continue to develop. If we go on like this, there won't be a place for me in the future. We must find a way to kill him!"

After the shock, Lu Yunxiong's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Give in!"

On the stage, Lu Ming threw a fist.

"This battle, lu mingsheng."

The referee announced loudly.

Boom!

The scene erupted into a frenzy, especially among the Vermillion bird courtyard disciples.

"Lu Ming is invincible!"

"Long live Lu Ming!"

"Lu Ming, I love you!"

...

The disciples of the Vermillion bird courtyard, men and women alike, screamed wildly.

No wonder they were so crazy.

Over the years, the vermillion bird courtyard had been at the bottom of the four great courtyards and was repeatedly ridiculed by other courtyards.

But now, a new Vermillion bird courtyard disciple has won first place in the bronze division. This is the honor of the entire Vermillion bird courtyard. They share weal and woe. They feel as if they have won.

Among them, Pang Shi, Fengwu and others shouted the loudest.

Lu Ming walked off the stage with a smile.

Naturally, Lu Ming was surrounded by a group of Vermillion bird courtyard disciples, especially some female disciples, who tried their best to squeeze on him. Although Lu Ming was not a gentleman, he was also very embarrassed.

It took a lot of effort to get close to Mu Lan and the others.

"Hey, you guys are too ungrateful to help me!"

Lu Ming was sweating profusely. It was even harder than a big fight.

"Lu Ming, you're a big star in the Vermillion bird courtyard now. How's it going? Feel good!"

Mu Lan smiled rather than laughed.

(The end of this chapter)