Chapter 152 Lu Ming Struck

Lu Ming's expression moved, and he heard something from Bach's words.

Bach had just said "Little Empire of the scorching sun," but before he could finish, he moved.

This is very strange. If he was from the Dongyi nationality, he would never say that. Wasn't Bach from the Dongyi nationality? Not even from Empire of the scorching sun?

But they weren't from Empire of the scorching sun. Why did they go to the Dongyi nationality?

Lu Ming's thoughts flew.

The faces of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect were ugly and no one was fighting for a while.

There were a few big four masters on the scene, but they were all quite old, much older than 22 years old. If they went to war, it would cause a joke.

The soldiers on the city wall were also silent.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect, in their eyes, was originally a sacred place for martial arts that was high and mighty.

But now, the genius of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was being pinned down by a young man from the Dongyi nationality, which was a great blow to their confidence and morale.

There was anxiety in Fu Liang's eyes. It was not good to go on like this.

"Report!"

Suddenly, a sergeant came to report.

"What is it?"

Fu Liang asked.

"Reporting to the city lord, there is an important discovery. The Dongyi nationality sent a man and a horse, thousands of miles south of Dongque city, and quickly headed for Nine demon mountain."

The sergeant reported.

"What? Is the Dongyi nationality pretending to be here, sending strange troops to raid other big cities?"

Fu Liang was shocked and asked quickly, "How many people did the Dongyi nationality send out?"

"Not much. It looks like there are only a few hundred people."

The sergeant replied.

"Hundreds?" Fu Liang was stunned. What's the use of hundreds?

"Lord of the city, it is said that these hundreds of people are all strong, and the worst have the cultivation of high-level martial artists."

"What?"

Fu Liang was shocked and frowned.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples were puzzled.

"The Dongyi nationality has a purpose. We must stop it."

A Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciple said.

"That's right, but they are all masters. I think there are many great masters. If we want to stop them, we can only rely on the young knights."

Fu Liang cupped his fists.

"There's no problem with that!"

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciple nodded.

"It's just that the young man must be dismissed, otherwise it will be a great blow to our morale. If the other party launches an all-out attack, we will be at a disadvantage."

Fu Liang sighed.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect frowned again.

"The other party is deliberately delaying our time. There must be something important over there. We need to get there as soon as possible."

Someone said.

"I'll go!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The crowd could not help but forget the past.

"Lu Ming!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Lu Ming? He's going to attack? Did he really break through the realm of a great martial artist?"

"Even if you break through a great martial artist, you can't be the opponent of the other party. The other party is a great martial artist at the peak of the Number Two, and obviously, a top talent."

"Maybe there's hope. I saw Lu Ming hit du feng the other day."

"Just let him try."

When the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciple saw that it was Lu Ming speaking, he couldn't help but whisper.

Lu Ming ignored him and stepped out.

"Brother Lu Ming, be careful!"

Pang Shi shouted from behind. Lu Ming smiled and jumped down the wall.

Among the Xuanyuan Sword Sect disciples, there was a pair of resentful eyes fixed on lu ming. It was Du Feng.

That day, he was injured by a punch and became a laughing stock. He was greatly humiliated and resented Lu Ming.

Just then, someone took it out and said, "Haha, Lu Ming, go to hell. You think you're a genius. Are you better than Lu Tian? It's just right for a self-righteous guy to be killed."

Beside him, the young man with triangular eyes also looked resentful. Several people pushed forward desperately to see lu ming being killed by Bach.

Lu Ming was as light as a swallow and soon came to Bach.

"Haha, I beat the older one, but there's a younger one. Kid, since I'm here, my knife won't be merciful."

Seeing Lu Ming's age, Bach was slightly taken aback and then revealed a hint of mockery.

"You're not from Empire of the scorching sun, are you?"

Lu Ming didn't answer the question, but Bach's face changed.

"Tell me, what are you doing here? And, what's the purpose of the Dongyi nationality group going to Nine demon mountain?"

Lu Ming continued to ask.

Bach's face changed a few times and smiled coldly, "You don't have to worry about this anymore. Anyway, it's useless if you know, because you're going to die soon."

"Then why don't you do it? I know you're here to stall us, but I don't have that much time to spend with you."

After lu mingyan finished speaking, the storage ring on his finger glowed, and the Fire tong gun appeared in his hand, and his breath erupted.

"A great martial artist? Hahaha, a great martial artist would dare to die? It's so naive."

When Bach saw Lu Ming's cultivation, he burst into laughter and almost burst into tears.

On the wall, Fu Liang kept shaking his head.

When he looked at lu ming's age before, he felt that something was wrong. He was too young. At this time, when he saw Lu Ming's cultivation, a great master was a heavy burden. Although at this age, it was already amazing to have this cultivation, but after all, a great master was a heavy burden, how could he possibly be Bach's opponent?

"Young master, come back quickly. We'll think of other ways."

Cried Fu Liang.

Lu Ming was so young and had this cultivation. In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, he was definitely a top genius. If he died here, he was really afraid of being blamed by the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

"Master fu, don't worry. Our master Lu Ming is very powerful. He is a genius. Maybe he can kill Bach?"

Du Feng smirked, but everyone could hear the gloating and sarcasm in his words.

"Haha, now that you're down and you want to leave, how is that possible?"

Bach's sword came out of its scabbard, and a cold killing intent appeared on his body, enveloping Lu Ming.

"Nonsense!"

Lu Ming yelled, too lazy to say anything, and the spear shot out.

"Kill you with one blow."

Bach's voice was icy cold, and the light of the knife was even colder. He cut lu ming's head and was as fast as lightning.

Poof!

Exactly, the knife fell on Lu Ming's neck, but at that moment, Bach was shocked, because it was only a remnant.

"No!"

He let out a low roar, his whole body bursting with black true gas, and with a kick of his feet, he rushed forward without hesitation.

Whew!

A spear awn pierced through his ear, leaving a trail of blood on his face.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Bach continued to run for several meters before he dared to stop. He suddenly turned around and cut out, but cut the air.

Lu Ming stood a few meters away and was looking at him with a smile.

"Hey, why are you chopping at the air?"

Lu Ming smiled.

Bach's face turned red, and a murderous cold shot out of his eyes.

"You have a good figure, but do you think you can beat me with one? Dream!"

Bach roared, his black aura becoming more intense, faintly condensing into an evil ghost, killing as cold as an arctic glacier.

(The end of this chapter)