Chapter 153 To the Nine Demon Mountain

"Purgatory knife technique, kill!"

Bach roared.

The blade pierced through the air, fiercely and fiercely, coming towards the landing.

Boom!

Lu Ming's body exploded with a hot, explosive smell.

The fire.

As soon as the fire broke out, it instantly destroyed Bach's icy killing machine.

"Power!"

Bach's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of horror flashed through his eyes.

He had never expected that Lu Ming would understand power at such a young age.

"So what if he understands' power'? He's a great martial artist. Even if he understands' power', he can't be my opponent."

A hint of cruelty flashed in Bach's eyes.

He was also a genius. He could even cross a level and kill three masters of great martial arts. His fighting power was infinitely close to the fourth master. He did not believe that he was not yet an opponent of the first master of great martial arts.

The sword was slashed even more fiercely.

"Just in time to test my current strength, landslide!"

Lu Ming stepped out and the spear was swept up from the bottom.

Dang!

A deafening roar rang out as the swords and guns intersected.

The terrifying force surged in all directions, and you could see that under the feet of Lu Ming and Bach, the ground exploded and a huge pit ten meters in diameter and two meters deep was created.

Boom!

Then, a figure quickly retreated.

It's Bach!

He staggered back more than 20 meters, his face in shock.

One move, just one move, and he felt Lu Ming's true qi, like a storm, continuous, indestructible, condensed to the extreme.

He was practicing the Mystical level's top-grade martial arts, the strong degree of condensation of the true qi, far beyond the true qi of the yellow level martial arts, but compared with Lu Ming's true qi, that is garbage, completely crushed.

"How can it be so strong? This kind of strength can already be compared to the great martial artist's four-fold one."

Bach roared in his heart.

There is a small divide between the third and fourth levels of great martial arts masters, and there is a big gap.

Bach was shocked, and the people on the wall were even more shocked. The boss with his mouth wide open could stuff a duck egg.

"This... This... This young master lu ming? Is he really only sixteen years old? Is he really only a master of martial arts?"

Fu Liang's old, determined face was now filled with shock.

He had been through many battles in his life, but he had never been so shocked.

"Lord fu, speaking of which, our junior brother Lu Ming is still a legend of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect? He started last year, and in his first year, he was ranked number one on the bronze list."

An older Vermillion bird courtyard disciple explained with a faint look of pride.

"Last year's entry? The first year of entry, you made it to the top of the bronze list?"

Fu Liang repeated, more shocked.

On the other side, Du Feng and the young man with triangular eyes had their eyes bulged out and almost burst into a rage. They stared at the bottom of the city wall and thought their eyes were dazed.

"Hahaha!"

Pang Shi grinned foolishly.

"What are you staring at? Go on!"

Lu Ming smiled lightly and rushed towards Bach.

"Purgatory knife technique, purgatory on earth!"

Bach roared, unleashing all his power, all his blood, all his potential, all of it, and killing lu ming.

"Broken armor!"

The spear pierced out like a bolt of lightning.

Dang!

Bach retreated.

Boom! Boom!...

Next, the two of them fought a dozen moves, leaving a dozen large holes in the open space.

Bach was completely at a disadvantage, pale, trembling, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

"It's over!"

Lu Ming whispered.

He already had a rough idea of his current level of combat power.

Without a bloodline, he would be able to fight a four-fold battle with an ordinary great martial artist. If a bloodline broke out, there should be no problem in killing him.

In the realm of a great martial artist, it is absolutely amazing to be able to kill an opponent across three levels.

Boom!

A flash of blood, a burst of blood, and Lu Ming's strength greatly increased.

Whew!

The spear turned into a ray of light, much faster than before.

Poof!

The spear pierced through Bach's heart.

"I... Little Empire of the scorching sun..."

Bach stared unwillingly, then lost his breath.

Poof!

Pulling out the spear, the body of the spear shook, and the blood flew out. There was not a drop of blood left on the tip of the spear.

Bach's essence blood was swallowed up by him, and he began to refine it.

While refining, he looked at the army of Dong yi.

The spear pointed at the Dong yi army, and the voice was heard from afar, "Who among you is going to fight?"

"Mighty, mighty!"

On the city wall, tens of thousands of troops roared and shook the sky.

In the distance, the Dong yi army panicked, then turned around and retreated.

The Dongyi nationality retreated and Lu Ming returned to the city wall.

"Haha, young master Lu Ming is a genius. I've never seen him before."

Fu Liang sighed.

"Thank you, city lord, for your praise. It was just a fluke!"

Lu Ming said modestly and immediately said, "Let's organize some people and go to Nine demon mountain!"

"That's right, young knights. Which one of you would like to go? There are a few flying eagles in the barracks that can take you there quickly."

Fu Liang asked.

"This time, the past above and below the great masters will be guarded here."

A master of the fourth division of martial arts opened his mouth.

Everyone nodded and agreed.

Soon, five huge sky falcons rose from Dongque city and headed for Nine demon mountain.

Most of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's 100 or so great martial arts disciples had gone, and Lu Ming was naturally one of them.

In the middle, on the biggest sky falcon, there were five great masters and four masters.

This is also the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's time to come here, all the big four masters.

Among them, there were two White tiger courtyard and one of the other three courtyards.

Of course, Lu Ming was one of them.

After this battle, they had already regarded Lu Ming as the fourth great master's fighting strength.

Five great martial arts masters, four, plus Lu Ming, six people gathered together to discuss.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I suggest that we all agree to let go of the grievances between the Four great courtyards. What do you think?"

Chen Kuan, the oldest of the four top martial artists in the Vermillion bird courtyard at the age of 25, suggested.

"I have no objection!"

"Neither did I!"

Qinglong courtyard and Xuanwu courtyard, two big four masters, nodded.

The two top four white tiger academy martial artists glanced at Lu Ming, looked at each other, then nodded and said, "We have no problem with that!"

"Neither did I!"

Lu Ming nodded and smiled. He didn't care. If the White tiger courtyard wanted to target him, he didn't mind giving the other party a painful lesson.

"That's good. This time, Dongyi nationality, and people who are suspected to be not from the Dongyi nationality are involved. In my opinion, there must be something fishy about Nine demon mountain. No matter what, we have to stop it. The masters of the company are limited. With our strength, it should be enough."

Chen Kuan analyzed.

Everyone nodded.

The sky falcon whistled across the void, a thousand miles away, and soon arrived.

(The end of this chapter)