Chapter 230 Two Hundred Men Fighting Alone

"This man Tian Yun is despicable and shameless. He deserves to die for all his crimes. He is the one elder Autumn Never Comes wants to kill. Let's strike him down together."

The tall and thin young man waved his hand and shouted.

"Okay, let's do it together."

Other Shifang sword sect disciples roared, nearly 200 people, the War sword out of the scabbard, the terrifying sword qi gathered together, stirring up the wind and clouds, the horror is boundless.

On the ground, there was a snort and sword marks.

In the distance, the faces of all the people in General star palace changed greatly. Nearly 200 Shifang sword sect disciples joined forces, and the momentum was too amazing. Even the top nine martial artists had to retreat.

"The sky is too wild, and it will pay for itself in the end."

In General star palace, someone said.

"Brother tianyun!"

Ming cheng roared and was very worried.

"Hahaha, if you want to do it, do it. So much nonsense. Let me see if the Shifang sword sect are all trash."

Lu Ming laughed.

"You want to die!"

"Kill him."

The Shifang sword sect disciple shouted.

Whew! Whew!...

All of a sudden, more than 50 swords flew into the sky, with a terrifying power, and roared towards the landing.

More than 50 swords were used to cover Lu Ming completely.

Lu Ming's eyes were calm, and a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

Whoosh!

Lu Ming's figure flashed, and his body was filled with a sense of lightness and speed. When he stepped in the air, a series of shadows appeared in the air, unable to distinguish the true from the false.

There were more than fifty swords, all of which were left behind, but none of which hit the real Lu Ming.

"The wind is the wind."

Someone shouted at the Shifang sword sect.

"It turns out that he understood the wind. No wonder he was so arrogant. Everyone joined hands and blocked all the exits. Even if he understood the wind, he would die!"

The tall and thin young man roared.

But no one noticed that the thirty odd people who had been folded into arhats by Lu Ming had widened their eyes in shock.

The wind?

Just now, when Lu Ming attacked them, he clearly used the power of fire, but now he used the power of wind?

Did he realize two kinds of power?

They found it unbelievable that at such a young age, a great martial artist could understand two kinds of power. What kind of evil was this?

"No, he understands not only the wind, but also the fire."

The sky roared.

"What?"

The other Shifang sword sect disciples were stunned.

And understood the fire? How could that be?

Did Gao Tiankuo get hit dumb?

In the realm of a great martial artist, it is already a rare genius to be able to comprehend a kind of situation.

How is it possible to comprehend two kinds of power? There aren't many people in the martial arts sect who understand both kinds of situations, right?

Gao Tiankuo must have been beaten silly, they were sure.

However, the next moment, they felt stupid.

Boom!

At this moment, a terrifying wave erupted from Lu Ming, like a volcanic eruption.

This is another kind of power, fire power.

"This... This..."

The Shifang sword sect disciple's eyes were wide open and his tongue was tied.

Lu Ming, you really understood two kinds of power. How is that possible?

"Kill!"

At this moment, Lu Ming roared, his voice like thunder, his body moved, and rushed towards the Shifang sword sect disciple.

With the combination of wind and fire, the force of war had soared.

"Let's do it together, let's do it together. Even if he understands two forces, what can he do? After all, he's only one person. If we do it together, we can definitely kill him."

"Let's do it together."

Boom! Boom!...

Sword qi rose one by one, and there were two hundred swords qi. It was terrifying.

"Landslide!"

Lu Ming roared, holding a gun in both hands and forming a huge awn that was a hundred meters long.

The gun was as busy as a real spear.

Around the awn of the gun, there was a blazing flame and a strong wind.

The wind assisted the fire, making it burn even more vigorously, like a flame gun.

Boom!

The huge awn of the gun exploded down with a terrifying vibration.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Nearly 200 Shifang sword sect disciples roared, their brilliant sword qi slashing towards lu ming.

The awn of the spear intersected with the air of the sword, and a loud roar erupted.

Waves of terrifying tremors rushed out in circles, forming a strong gale.

The ground, as if it had been ploughed, appeared deep ravines that stretched hundreds of meters away.

At the center of the intersection of the spear awn and sword qi, a deep hole of more than ten meters deep and more than thirty meters wide was blown out.

"How's Tian Yun?"

"Should I be killed?"

In the distance, everyone in General star palace looked at the smoky scene and guessed.

But when the smoke cleared, they froze.

Lu Ming stood proudly with a spear in his hand, his body exuding a strong sense of war, his body standing straight, what's wrong? Not even a single scratch.

Instead, it was the Shifang sword sect, some of them with low cultivation, such as the third and fourth level martial arts masters, who were all pale and had blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

Not only was Lu Ming not dead, he had the upper hand. How could that be?

Nearly two hundred people joined forces, and even the great martial arts master, the ninth most powerful, had to retreat. Lu Ming actually blocked it and gained the upper hand, which was just like the arabian nights.

Nearly 200 Shifang sword sect members stared in disbelief.

"Shifang sword sect genius, that's all. Today, leave all the storage rings, or else, die!"

Whoosh!

Lu Ming stepped out and rushed towards the Shifang sword sect.

"Team up, team up, don't split up."

Someone shouted.

But it was too late, and Lu Ming was like a tiger in a pack of wolves, rushing into the Shifang sword sect's many disciples. With a sweep of his spear, dozens of people were swept out, fell to the ground, and ran with blood.

It was impossible to resist Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's current fighting strength was too strong, the great martial arts master's five-fold cultivation, the fourth floor of the The True Formula of the War Dragon, the wind and fire situation had reached more than 10 %, gathered together, the fighting strength was frightening.

These strongest young men, who only had the sixth highest rank of a great martial artist, were no match for Lu Ming.

Even those young men who understood power were the same.

Touch! Touch...

With a few breaths, a large number of Shifang sword sect disciples fell on the ground, hundreds of them.

Everyone in General star palace was stunned. Someone rubbed his eyes and thought he was dreaming.

"This, this... Evil, pervert."

Ming cheng was also stunned and roared in his heart.

He thought he had looked up to Lu Ming as much as possible, but in the end, he realized that he still looked down on Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's strength was beyond his imagination.

Touch! Touch!

Lu Ming was holding a long gun, maneuvering, and one stroke, it was a large, one by one Shifang sword sect disciples, were broken bones, fell to the ground.

Including a genius who understood power, it was hard to escape the fate of being shot to the bone.

"Run away."

The children of other Shifang sword sect shouted out in terror.

There was no way to resist, the strength was not on the same level.

"Stop!"

Just then, a loud roar came out, like thunder rolling.

A figure, with his feet in the air, rushed over at top speed.

"It's senior Yang Zaitian. Senior Yang Zaitian is here. We're saved."

A Shifang sword sect disciple screamed crazily.

(The end of this chapter)