Chapter 231 Zhan Yang Zaitian

The disciples of the Shifang sword sect were overjoyed because yang zaitian had arrived.

However, Lu Ming just glanced at it casually, attacked it, and continued.

Touch! Touch!

One Shifang sword sect disciple after another was expelled. By the time Yang Zaitian arrived, there was not much left to stand on.

Yang Zaitian looked around with an extremely gloomy face, then looked at lu ming and said coldly, "I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, but who are you? If you tell me to stop, I'm going to stop?"

Lu Ming squinted at him.

Yang zaitian's face darkened when he became sluggish.

Who did Lu Ming call him?

Yang zaitian was so angry that he laughed back and said, "Tian Yun, I said before that you were my Yang Zaitian's prey. At that time, I was just casually saying it, but now, you are dead. There is no way to live at all!"

"Is your Shifang sword sect just a routine, saying that I'm dead as soon as you meet me, and that I'm all lying here, and you'll be like this soon."

Lu Ming sneered.

"Don't compare me to these trash."

Yang zaitian dao.

The faces of the other Shifang sword sect disciples were grim. Yang Zaitian said in public that they were trash, so of course they felt uncomfortable.

"In my eyes, you're just like them. You're all trash!"

Lu Ming smiled.

"Bold, presumptuous!"

Yang Zaitian shouted angrily, the killing machine was extremely cold.

He, Yang Zaitian, had been a genius ever since he was born. He had swept his peers all the way, almost invincible.

Now, it was a great shame that Lu Ming called him a trash.

He will kill Lu Ming!

"Tian Yun, you succeeded. You succeeded in angering me. Today, I will break your bones and feed you to the blood ants!"

Yang Zaitian roared and his breath exploded.

Furthermore, it was constantly improving.

Soon, he broke through the six-fold peak of a great martial artist and entered the seven-fold realm of a great martial artist.

"Great master seven!"

Lu Ming was slightly taken aback.

"Master seven, brother Yang Zaitian has broken through master seven, and Tian Yun is dead."

The Shifang sword sect disciple shouted in ecstasy.

Yang Zaitian, who was originally a peerless genius, suppressed his peers. With such a breakthrough in cultivation, his fighting power would also soar.

"Brother Yang Zaitian, don't kill Tian Yun so easily. I want to torture him."

"Not bad!"

Shifang sword sect disciples shouted.

"Tian Yun, I just saw that you actually understood two kinds of power. It's amazing, but I will tell you that power, in essence, is not much. Moreover, no matter how much power there is, in the face of absolute power, it will crumble."

Yang Zaitian's eyes were like lightning and his momentum was like a tiger. He stepped out step by step and the earth roared.

"That's a lot of nonsense. It's just an excuse for my incompetence!"

Lu Ming scolded.

"Am I incompetent? Hahaha, I want to die!"

Yang zaitian roared, the War sword behind him came out of its sheath, and a hot breath erupted.

Power, it was also the power of fire.

"I'll show you the power of real fire!"

Yang Zaitian roared and rushed towards lu with a sword.

The fire, wrapped in sword qi, exploded with astonishing power.

"So, it's a small fire!"

Lu Ming muttered.

"Your power is only skin, and my power is already small, this is the essence!"

Yang Zaitian howled with contempt.

Just now, Lu Ming's power did not fully erupt. He thought that although Lu Ming understood the two kinds of power, but it was only skin, how could he resist him?

"Frog in the well!"

Lu Ming smiled.

"What?"

Yang zaitian was stunned, but the next moment, his face changed violently.

Because of the momentum on Lu Ming's body, it could not be stopped from rising wildly.

First, the power of fire reached a small percentage in an instant, and even, it was still rising. In the end, although it did not reach a large percentage, it was still a bit stronger than Yang Zaitian's power.

Boom!

A spear awn shot out, intersecting with Yang Zaitian's sword qi, and the two dissipated.

"How is that possible? How can your fire be so strong? What's going on?"

No matter how loud yang yelled, it was unbelievable.

Just now, he despised Lu Ming, saying that Lu Ming was more powerful than clever.

But immediately, he realized that Lu Ming was not only more, but also more refined than him.

It was like he was slapping himself hard.

"Is that impossible? Then continue!"

Boom!

Lu Ming's momentum rose again.

This time, it was the wind.

All the way up, like a hurricane sweeping through the sky, Lu Ming's wind finally rushed up xiao cheng.

"It's impossible, it's impossible. You cheated. You cheated. How could you understand the two kinds of situations?"

Yang Zaitian was no longer calm and screamed hysterically.

Even his facial features were distorted.

He, a martial artist, understood power from the ninth degree. There were not many in the Shifang sword sect.

In the sixth degree of a great master, it is even less desirable to cultivate the power of fire to a small degree.

He had always been extremely proud, aiming at the six heroes of the scorching sun, not taking others seriously.

But now, he suddenly realized that Lu Ming was much more talented than him, which made it hard for him to accept.

"Die, die, tianyun must die. There can't be a genius in this world who can surpass me!"

Yang Zaitian screamed in his heart.

"Kill!"

Without hesitation, his bloodline exploded, and he unleashed all his strength to kill lu ming.

"Die!"

The sword was so strong that it was extremely hot.

Yang Zaitian was absolutely a peerless genius, and his fighting power was extremely terrifying. At this moment, he tried his best, and his power was astounding.

Even a great master with eight weights would be killed in one move, and a great master with nine weights would have to retreat from the edge.

But it was Lu Ming he met.

The combination of wind and fire turned into a blazing flame and a spear, rising into the sky.

Boom!

Lu Ming and Yang Zaitian blasted together, turning into a terrifying, scorching shock wave that swept in all directions.

"No, go back!"

The Shifang sword sect disciples shouted and retreated madly, ignoring their injuries.

In the distance, the people of General star palace also showed a look of horror and retreated.

Boom!

A huge shock wave crashed into the earth, sending it into deep holes.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Two shouts and two figures collided again.

From a distance, the two sides looked at each other in shock. They saw two figures emitting a hot breath, constantly colliding in the air and on the ground, like two ancient giants.

Boom! Boom!

There were more than a dozen collisions in a row, and more than a dozen large pits appeared on the ground, like the end of the day.

Fortunately, they had already left the blood ant's nest for some distance in the previous war, otherwise, the blood ant's nest would have collapsed.

Even so, the blood ant's nest was still alarmed and one by one, the blood ant crawled out.

Boom!

There was another loud roar, and a figure quickly retreated and was sent flying.

It was Yang Zaitian. At this moment, he was in a mess, covered in blood, and his hair was disheveled.

He was no match for lu ming.

"Tian Yun, I want you to die, I want to kill you, I want to kill all your friends, your family."

Yang Zaitian roared, pretending to be crazy.

(The end of this chapter)