Chapter 655 Kill Three People in A Row

Lu Ming looked around and his voice was clear.

"I'll do it!"

A big man with red hair stepped into the air and flew onto the battle platform.

"Sure enough, someone did!"

A smile hung from the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

He just suppressed zhen yuan. It seems that he is not much better than the old man with big eyes. His purpose is to attract others to fight. If he is too strong, how can others dare to go on stage?

No, the red-haired man is on stage.

"What's your name?"

Asked the red-haired man.

"Asura!" Lu Ming replied faintly.

"Asura? Hehe! Kill!"

Suddenly, the red-haired man struck. A blazing blade, thousands of meters long and burning, roared down towards the landing.

"Exploding Star Fist!"

Lu Ming punched out with a burst of strength, and the other side's blade, shaking the stage.

Touch!

Lu Ming's strength was actually broken, and the blazing blade continued to cut towards the landing ring.

"Die!" The red-haired man's face was ferocious as his body was filled with flames.

"Not bad!"

A smile appeared on Lu Ming's lips.

The red-haired man was much stronger than the old man with big eyes. No wonder he dared to go on stage.

"Then add two more points!"

Lu Ming smiled and punched again.

Boom!

This punch was twice as strong as the previous one, and it pierced through the blade of the red-haired man in one fell swoop.

"Ah, you just hid your strength!"

The red-haired man roared with fear, unleashing all his strength and slashing out his sword.

But the result was the same. Like the old man with big eyes, he was completely suppressed by Lu Ming and killed by Lu Ming after dozens of moves.

"Exploding Star Fist, near the third level!"

Lu Ming whispered, putting away the storage ring and swallowing the blood of the red-haired man.

After devouring the essence blood of the two peak kings, the blood of the nine dragons rumbled.

"Refine it for me!"

Lu Ming stood on the stage and began to refine his blood while waiting for the challenge of others.

All around, there was a sudden silence. For a moment, no one came forward.

Although Lu Ming cut two people in a row to get their storage rings, and if he was killed, the gains would be huge, but Lu Ming's fighting power, the others could not figure it out for a while.

"Hmph!"

Chen zhaoleng snorted, his face very ugly.

He said it was good for Lu Ming to win one game, but now, Lu Ming has won two games in a row, which made him very unhappy.

In two minutes, Lu Ming stood on the stage for two minutes. The essence of blood from the nine dragons was used by Lu Ming to raise the second blood.

The nine dragon bloodline needed too much essence blood to ascend to the ninth level. Lu Ming planned to raise the second blood line to the eighth level before ascending the nine dragon bloodline.

Whoosh!

At this moment, a figure rushed onto the stage. It was a tall, thin, middle-aged man.

The crowd cheered up and finally someone came on stage.

Lu Ming looked at the middle-aged man.

"Shuluo, your strength is very strong, but as long as you don't receive your strength directly, see what you can do!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the figure of the master man moved and turned into an illusion of the tao, charging towards the landing roar.

When the voice fell, the tall and thin man had already turned into eighteen phantoms, surrounding Lu Ming, the sharp sword qi, piercing the air, piercing the vital point around lu ming.

Eighteen phantoms, eighteen swords, extremely sharp.

Boom! Boom!...

Lu Ming threw a few punches at several figures, which scattered and disappeared.

"Phantom!"

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and dodged the sword's attack. His fists flew out again and again.

The punches pierced through the void and hit the figures. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight figures collapsed, all phantoms, not entities.

The remaining figures moved again and continued to pounce on lu ming. In the process of pouncing on lu ming, there were more phantoms and they recovered to 18 paths.

Each of them looked real, and even their breath was the same.

"Haha, die!"

Eighteen figures sneered at the same time.

Lu Ming dodged, avoiding the attack, and his fists kept popping out.

The tall and thin man's phantom was constantly shattered, but each time it was shattered, it was restored.

The two of them fell into a state of anxiety and fought over fifty moves in a blink of an eye.

"It seems that asura has met his opponent!"

"That's right, shuluo's true strength is strong, his fist is strong and powerful, but his weakness is also very obvious. When the opponent entangles him with unpredictable movements, his fist strength will be useless."

"Learning from hell with a asura mask is not on the same level after all. It's too far away!"

The audience all around expressed their opinions.

In the course of their discussion, a few dozen more tricks passed in the blink of an eye.

At this point, Lu Ming felt that his operation of the Exploding Star Fist was getting smoother and smoother.

Boom!

All of a sudden, a punch came out, and it was more powerful than before.

The tall and thin man was shocked.

"Haha, Exploding Star Fist, finally reaching the third level. This battle is over!"

Lu Ming smiled in his heart.

Boom!

Lu Ming stepped on the stage and shot up into the sky. Then he came down from above and threw out a lot of punches.

In an instant, Lu Ming threw out dozens of punches, dozens of fists, like dozens of meteors across the sky, towards the stage.

And each of them was more powerful than before.

"So many!"

The tall and thin man jumped in fright and tried his best to avoid it, but there were still phantoms scattered.

Eighteen turns into seventeen, sixteen...

In the blink of an eye, there were only two or three left.

Just as he was about to continue changing his figure, dozens of more punches came crashing down from the sky.

"No!"

The tall and thin man roared. The next moment, he was overwhelmed by dozens of punches.

The stage roared violently. When the strength of the fist disappeared, he saw the tall and thin man lying there like a pool of mud, without a trace of breath.

As before, the essence blood and the storage ring belonged to Lu Ming.

Three in a row. Lu Ming had already won three in a row.

Moreover, it was a series of victories, not divided into several days, many people's consecutive victories, in fact, it was a combination of many days of consecutive victories, just like Chen Dao, occasionally came to war, the combined consecutive victories.

It is difficult to win in a short period of time, because continuous fighting consumes a lot of primordial energy, and the challenger will definitely become stronger and stronger.

"Who's going to fight?"

Lu Ming continued to look around.

"Hehe, that's enough. You've already got three storage rings. Now, I'll take care of you!"

A sneer broke out and a red figure appeared on the stage.

"It's Blood strength. He's going to do it again!"

"It seems that he had been waiting just now, but now that he saw asura win three games in a row, he took action!"

"I just don't know if asura dares to fight, Blood strength. He was the one who defeated Chen Dao just now!"

There were exclamations all around.

(The end of this chapter)