Chapter 510 Zhan Xiaocheng the King

The sound spread out, and the people around them were stunned. They looked at the sound of the landing with astonishment.

Where did this guy come from? He was so daring. Not only did he injure Holy Wind badly and take away his storage ring, but now he even asked Sheng Kong and the rest of them to pay fifty thousand each?

This was an outright robbery.

The crowd was already in a mess, and the two of them, Sheng Kong, looked even more astonished, staring at the sound of the landing in disbelief.

"What did you say? What did you say?"

Another young Holy family man suspected that he had heard wrong.

In Tianxuan city, how dare someone do this to them? Even the hero of the Mu family did not dare.

"I don't want to repeat it. Within three breaths, each hand over fifty thousand spirit crystals. One!"

Lu Ming started counting directly.

"You... Don't go too far. This is Tianxuan city, not the eastern part of the palace. You are looking for death, looking for death!"

Sheng Kong screamed frantically.

"Two!"

Lu Ming did not stop at all and started counting to two.

"Damn it! Damn it, you guys, hurry up and take this kid down!"

Sheng Kong yelled at the armored soldiers.

But the armored soldiers remained unmoved.

They were under the jurisdiction of The palace lord of the heavenly branch palace and were only responsible for guarding the city gates. As for the personal grievances of other Imperial guard, they would not interfere.

"Three!"

At this moment, Lu Ming's cold voice sounded.

"Back off!"

Sheng Kong and another young Holy family man retreated like lightning.

But they were faster, and Lu Ming was faster.

Whoosh!

Lu Ming drew the spear out of his hand.

Touch! Touch!

The barrel of the spear hit both Sheng Kong's faces.

The two screamed and flew away.

"Now, it's not a matter of fifty thousand spirit crystals!"

Lu Ming strode towards Sheng Kong and the two of them.

"Lu Ming, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Sheng Kong screamed hysterically, feeling that half of her face was no longer hers.

"How dare you, who dares to hit my Holy family? You want to die!"

Just then, a loud shout came from inside the city gate, and then a figure swept over like a gust of wind.

Whew!

Before they arrived, a water sword formed by the condensation of the water rushed towards lu ming's brows.

The sword of water contains a strong artistic conception of water.

Lu Ming's face changed. This sword made him feel a strong threat.

In an instant, the primordial elements in his body burst out crazily, the artistic conception gathered, and a shot was shot forward.

Touch!

A crisp sound rang out, and Lu Ming found that the sword of water was harder than the average level four Spirit soldier. At the same time, a huge force exploded, and Lu Ming's body shook, and he couldn't help but retreat.

At this moment, a figure appeared next to Sheng Kong and his wife.

This was a young man in a blue robe, twenty-five or sixteen years old. He was handsome, but there was a trace of coldness and arrogance between his brows.

"Holy river, it's Holy river!"

As soon as the young man appeared, there were exclamations from the side.

"I didn't expect Holy river to be nearby. That kid's days are over. Holy river was a year ago, and he's been a king!"

"But then again, this kid is really bold. He even dares to fight the hero of the holy family. I heard that he came from the east. I don't think he has ever heard of the name of the holy family!"

Some people shook their heads, thinking that Lu Ming was in danger.

"Brother jiang, brother jiang, you came just in time. This kid actually dared to hit us and insult our Holy family. Unforgivable. Brother jiang, you must destroy him for me!"

When Sheng Kong saw shengjiang, he was overjoyed and shouted excitedly.

But it was Holy river's kick that answered him.

Holy river kicked Sheng Kong directly in the face and knocked him out of his wits.

"What a waste! I was beaten up so badly by a boy from the east! It's really embarrassing for my Holy family!"

Holy river gave Sheng Kong a cold look, then glanced at lu ming and said, "But my holy family, no matter how useless they are, they can't be beaten by outsiders. Kid, since you did it, you have to bear the consequences!"

His eyes were scornful and he had a haughty expression.

Lu Ming curled his lips and sneered, "Oh? According to you, I can't fight back when they attack me? Is there a reason in the world?"

"Of course you can fight back, but when you fight back, you have to pay a corresponding or even more heavy substitute. What? Do you need me to do it myself?"

Holy river said faintly.

"Nonsense, if you want to do it, do it!"

Lu Ming drank cold.

Holy river's face darkened and he said coldly, "Stubborn. Don't think that you can fight me with just one move. It's really naive. Now, I'll show you the difference between a young king and a lower king!"

As he spoke, a powerful aura erupted from Holy river's body.

Wu Wang's four peaks, and also, the artistic conception of the first level of water is small.

Then, Holy river waved his hand, and a large amount of water suddenly condensed out of the sky.

All of these water flows were converted into one hand and the other.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his hand, Holy river saw at least a hundred water swords coming towards the landing.

The sword of the current pierced through the void with a startling sound.

Lu Ming's eyes were a little solemn, and his hands were empty. Between heaven and earth, the infinite power of thunder gathered, forming a bunch of thunder guns.

"Go!"

With a wave of his hand, Lu Ming's thunder gun flew out and struck with the swords of the current.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

In the sky, a series of rumblings were heard, with more than a hundred sounds in a row.

This is the collision of artistic conception and artistic conception!

Finally, the sword of water and the gun of thunder disappeared together.

The spectators around them widened their eyes in shock.

Lu Ming, how is it possible to block Holy river's attack?

"Artistic conception, this is called Lu Ming. The artistic conception of lei has reached the first level of xiao cheng. The artistic conception is no worse than the artistic conception of xiao cheng wang!"

"Great, great. In this way, before he breaks through the little king, there will be no bottleneck. He will be able to pass all the way. I think, in less than two years, this Lu Ming will be able to reach the little king!"

The artistic conception was reached first. As long as the energy was accumulated, it could be broken through. But ordinary people, even if they continuously refined the best spiritual crystal, would need a year or two.

It was already very fast.

"Boy, it turns out that your lei's artistic conception has already broken through the first level, no wonder you are so arrogant. However, the strength of the war depends on a combination of all kinds of factors to form a strong fighting strength. You and I are still far from it!"

Touch!

Holy river stepped forward, his primordial body boiling like substance, like a streak of blue flame beating.

"Chop!"

In Holy river's hand, there appeared a Spirit soldier, a level five intermediate Spirit soldier. The majestic primordial and the artistic conception of water merged, and then a sword cut out.

A glittering blue blade, a hundred meters long, slashed towards the landing.

"Real dragon strike!"

Lu Ming shouted, unleashing all his strength and shooting.

(The end of this chapter)