Chapter 142 In Front of Me, You're Trash

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lu Ming then fired two shots in a row.

The two guns were as fast as lightning, like two meteors shooting through the sky, with a burning flame, illuminating the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Then the two meteors burst, and the terrifying and violent force exploded in an instant.

From where the three of them fought, a wave of sword qi, blade, and hot spear awns swept out without money.

A few silver-robed elders placed heavy defenses over the tables and chairs behind them, as well as the other four courtyard disciples.

Whew! Whew!

At this time, a war knife and a War sword flew far away, at the same time, two screams came out, two figures flew out, blood scattered in the sky.

It was Jian Wuchen and the young man with the knife.

As the light dissipated, Lu Ming stood in the middle of the field with a spear in his hand, motionless.

Win, lu ming wins.

The two great geniuses who fought alone in Qilin courtyard were still just one move, sweeping the other side with the force of destruction.

It was too overbearing.

No matter what kind of genius you are, no matter what kind of special bloodline you have, one shot at each person will sweep the world.

Everyone seemed to see such a picture.

Jian Wuchen and the young man with the knife were in a mess with their clothes broken and their bodies streaked with wounds.

Lu Ming walked over to Jian Wuchen step by step, looked down at him, and said calmly, "I said, within three moves, I will definitely defeat you. Now there are three moves!"

"Lu Ming, you wait for me. Sooner or later, I will kill you."

Jian Wuchen looked at lu ming crazily, his eyes full of ferocity.

"Look, you're here again. Didn't you just say that? People who can't talk big are just a joke. Now, you're not even a joke."

Lu Ming said sarcastically.

"Speak, speak as you please. My sword Wu Chen swore that in the future, I will return this insult ten, a hundred, a thousand times to you. I will torture you. I will insult Qiu Yue in front of you. I will make you miserable and make you regret what you did today."

Jian Wuchen roared like a mad dog, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He had already hated Lu Ming to the bone. This bastard, a piece of trash, dared to hurt him and defeat him in front of so many people. In his opinion, it was a great shame.

Of course, he wouldn't think about humiliating others. In his opinion, that was the right thing to do.

Lu Ming smiled, only with a cold murderous intent.

"I, Lu Ming, hate people threatening me the most in my life. You shouldn't have threatened me."

Lu Ming's voice was icy cold, and the murderous intent on him was undisguised.

Jian Wuchen could not help but feel a chill in his heart and cried, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Didn't you just say that you wanted to cripple me? Now you're threatening me again. In order to avoid future trouble, of course you will be crippled."

Lu Ming smiled.

"Destroy me? How dare you? Lu Ming, you piece of trash, do you know who I am? I am a special bloodline, a disciple of Qilin courtyard, the future hegemon of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the future pillar, how dare you destroy me?"

Jian Wuchen laughed as if he had heard a joke.

But he was only halfway there, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he found Lu Ming's eyes cold and firm, unshakable.

He felt a chill in his heart. A piercing chill rose from his spine and rushed straight to the heavenly spirit lid. He hurriedly shouted, "No, don't..."

Whew!

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Ming's spear pierced through his dantian, shattering the cyclone in his dantian.

Jian Wuchen was stunned. After a long pause, he let out a heart-rending scream, "Ah, my dantian, my cultivation, Lu Ming, bitch, trash. You really ruined my cultivation. You will die a horrible death!"

Hiss, hiss...

There was a gasp of cold air throughout the room.

Lu Ming really ruined Jian Wuchen's cultivation.

Such a decisive character, such a ruthless means, such courage.

Jian Wuchen was a genius in Qilin courtyard. He was a special breed and a key target of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. He kept it a secret for fear of being assassinated by other sects.

Now, it's a good thing that the people of their own clan have abandoned their cultivation.

"It's useless. If I were you, I wouldn't hesitate."

A ferocious look flashed across his eyes and he said coldly.

The others were speechless. Who was as reckless as you, like a monster?

"Lu Ming, you're done. You've ruined my cultivation, and you can't escape. I'm a genius from Qilin courtyard. The sect will decide for me. You're dead."

Jian Wuchen still roared.

But Lu Ming's face was extremely calm. He looked at Jian Wuchen indifferently and said, "Idiot!"

"What?"

Jian Wuchen was a little stunned.

"Let me ask you, what is your reliance?"

Lu Ming suddenly asked.

Jian Wuchen clutched dantian desperately, a little stunned.

The others were the same, not knowing why Lu Ming asked this question.

"Your support is nothing more than your special bloodline, your talent. You rely on your special bloodline and think of yourself as superior, looking down on others and looking down on others as trash."

"With your special bloodline, the sect will take care of you and spend a lot of resources to nurture you. All of this is brought about by your bloodline and talent."

Lu ming said.

"That's right. I was born noble. Did you envy me?" Jian Wuchen said.

Lu Ming smiled calmly, looked down at Jian Wuchen, and said word by word, "But now your self-righteous talent is not even as good as garbage in front of me. Your so-called talent is not bullshit in front of me."

You said that the sect would become a waste of cultivation for you. And punish me for being far above you? Is that possible?"

Boom!

Every word of Lu Ming, every word, exploded in Jian Wuchen's mind like a thunderbolt.

Yes, Lu Ming's talent was far above him, and the value to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was far above him. How could he punish Lu Ming for a waste?

It was impossible. Perhaps the sect's top management would also vigorously train Lu Ming.

"No, no, it's not like that. It won't, it won't."

Jian Wuchen roared in despair, unable to accept all this.

He knew that if he was disabled, he could only be disabled for nothing. The sect would never stand up for him.

At the scene, everyone else suddenly realized that it was true.

Lu Ming's talents were now comparable to those of Duanmu Lin and Fengwuji, who were not as talented as him in their special bloodline, so how could they really punish him?

"On brother muyun's wedding day today, take him with you and get out of here!"

Lu Ming stopped looking at Jian Wuchen, who was like a puddle of mud, and turned to the young man with the knife.

At this time, the young man with the knife and the strong young man had already been scared out of their wits. How dare they say anything? They dragged Jian Wuchen, who was still shouting, out of the sword dance courtyard quickly.

A scandal that jeopardized the bronze list's honor ended in a hurry because of Lu Ming's arrival.

(The end of this chapter)