Chapter 263 The Desolate Wasteland, the Great War

Xie Nianqing was also a little surprised, obviously Lu Ming's strength was also beyond her expectations.

"Well, your strength is not bad, just to fight me."

Xie Nianqing's eyes sparkled.

"Psycho, I don't have time for you."

Lu Ming snorted coldly, then rose up into the sky and sped off into the distance.

"If you want to leave, don't think about it!"

Xie Nianqing jiao drank, her beautiful legs kicked, and her body seemed to be weightless. She chased after lu ming at an incredible speed, no slower than lu ming.

Lu Ming was shocked and used the Aerial Stride to the extreme. He walked in the air for hundreds of meters in a blink of an eye. Soon, he left the imperial capital and headed northwest.

Behind them, Xie Nianqing followed closely behind, and was able to walk in the air for a short time.

"This bitch is really sick. Forget it. Just follow her!"

Lu Ming was speechless and allowed her to follow him. He took care of himself and moved forward at top speed.

The desolate wasteland, on the northwest border of Empire of the scorching sun, was a desolate wasteland that spanned three empires.

It was the border of the three empires.

To the north, it was Empire of the moon.

In the northwest, it was the middle empire, the blood zhao empire.

Empires were divided into lower, middle, upper, and super empires according to their strength.

Empire of the scorching sun, Empire of the moon, were all inferior empires.

Emperor yun thirty-six empires, there are eight middle empires, the rest are lower empires.

The middle empire was at least ten times stronger than the lower empire, and it was not the same.

With lu ming's current cultivation, it would take four or five days to reach the desolate wasteland.

After a day and a night, Lu Ming was so angry that he stopped to meditate and recover.

Not far behind, Xie Nianqing was panting, sweating and stopping, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"What perseverance!"

Lu Ming was rather speechless.

Three hours later, Lu Ming was fully recovered from his anger and saw Xie Nianqing stand up as well.

"Well, I really have something urgent to deal with. When this is over, I will fight you."

Lu ming said.

"Hmph, who knows where you went? You treated me like that. I told you I had to step on your feet. I told you I had to do it. You can't run. I'll follow you. I'll teach you a lesson when you're done."

Xie Nianqing gritted his teeth.

Lu Ming was speechless. Was this girl's temper too weird?

"Forget it, forget it. You can follow me if you want."

Lu Ming was speechless.

After that, Lu Ming continued on his way, and Xie Nianqing followed him from the side.

In a flash, four days passed, and the desolate wasteland was already in sight.

Standing on a mountain peak, looking ahead.

The desolate wasteland was incomparably wide, like a giant beast lying in front of it.

The two of them stepped out step by step and headed for the desolate wasteland.

Walking into the desolate wasteland, he found that in the desolate wasteland, it was not completely dead. He could see trees, weeds and so on.

But these trees and weeds, without leaves, looked lifeless.

All around, there was silence, not even the sound of insects or birds.

But Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing did not dare to be careless, because the desolate wasteland was famous as a jedi, and there was great danger in it.

Roar!

At this moment, they saw a huge black tiger running in the wild forest.

This giant tiger, with a strong breath, is actually a level three Number Two monster.

Huff and puff...

Just then, in front of the giant tiger, on a big tree without any leaves, a black fog suddenly flew down. The black fog rolled towards the giant tiger, then flew away and disappeared on the big tree.

Below, a tiger-shaped skeleton was left.

Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing looked at each other with numbness.

They could see clearly that the black mist that flew out of the big tree just now was a tiny ant, but there were too many of them, and their power was terrible. The huge tiger, the monster of the third-level Number Two, did not even make a scream and turned into a white bone.

The desolate wasteland is really strange, so be extra careful.

The two of them continued on their journey, safe and sound, and soon reached a distance of more than three hundred miles.

Whoosh! Whoosh!...

All of a sudden, the sound of air breaking rang out, and figures flashed. Eight figures appeared in front of Lu Ming and the others.

The two men froze and stopped.

"The Shifang sword sect is working here. We have temporarily taken over this area. Please go back!"

A middle-aged man led the way.

His tone was overbearing.

"Hehe, the desolate wasteland. When did it become a Shifang sword sect? This is the first time I've heard of it."

Lu Ming sneered.

"I said it's ours, it's ours, kid. Don't be uncomfortable. Otherwise, this place is your burial ground."

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold and his body was emitting a faint murderous intent.

At this time, Lu Ming did not bring a hat. These Shifang sword sect people obviously had not seen Lu Ming and did not recognize him.

Lu Ming glanced at the Shifang sword sect crowd.

The leader of the big man, the atmosphere is very thick, with Martial Sect's heavy cultivation.

The other seven were all great masters with nine levels.

Obviously, this time, the Shifang sword sect has put in a lot of effort to pursue Lu Yuntian.

"Okay, let's go!"

Suddenly, Lu Ming said, then turned around and left.

Xie Nianqing blinked, didn't say much, and turned away with lu ming.

Behind them, the eyes of the middle-aged Shifang sword sect man burst with a strong murderous intent.

"These two people are acting suspiciously. They would rather kill by mistake than let them go. Kill them!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Kill!"

Immediately, two War sword experts with nine great martial arts masters came out of their scabbards and killed lu ming and Xie Nianqing respectively.

The speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, it reached behind the two of them. The wide War sword slashed down on their heads.

But then, Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing suddenly turned around.

With a wave of his hand, a long gun appeared and pierced through the great master, the ninth-degree warrior, who had killed him.

Xie Nianqing flicked his finger and screamed. The other party's head suddenly flew high and blood splashed everywhere.

Lu Ming was a little surprised. He could see that Xie Nianqing's cultivation had actually reached the ninth rank of a great martial artist. It seemed that Xie Nianqing had some strange experience during this period of time. Otherwise, his cultivation would not have progressed so fast.

It was because he had devoured the spirit's blood that his cultivation rose rapidly.

But Xie Nianqing did not devour the spirit blood, and the breakthrough was not slower than him. It was amazing.

"I knew you would do this!"

Lu Ming looked coldly at the rest of the Shifang sword sect. In an instant, the two masters were killed, causing the middle-aged man and others to be stunned, and then issued a furious roar: "You dare to kill my Shifang sword sect disciples, look for death, kill, kill them!"

The middle-aged man emitted a terrifying aura and rushed towards the landing.

The remaining five great masters and nine heavy fighters killed Xie Nianqing.

"Martial Sect heavy, just to test my strength."

Lu Ming's eyes showed a sense of war, and the spear shook, charging towards the other party.

During this period of closed-door, he had gained a lot, and his fighting power increased rapidly. He didn't know how far he had reached.

He had done it twice before, once as a top nine martial artist, and the other time as a genius at the top of the Martial Sect, the Martial Sect, the Martial Sect, twice, once too weak, once too strong, and it was not a good test of Lu Ming's fighting power.

This Martial Sect is heavy, just right.

(The end of this chapter)