Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 91: Destroy the dead

Lu Ming glanced across the audience, seeing the blackened coke, he could already think of what happened.

In his heart, there was a cold, lingering murderous intent.

Warriors, although they have a powerful force, they have the rules of the warriors, and the warriors also have the pride of the warriors. General warriors disdain to kill ordinary people.

But these children of the Shifang Sword Sect have lost their bottom line, and they have done nothing to achieve their goals.

Lu Ming's murderous intent has never been so strong.

Feeling the murderous intent on Lu Ming, the disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect's eyes condensed.

Zheng Qian frowned slightly.

He remembered that in that direction, he sent nine people, but up to now, not only did he not see one, but a stranger also came.

Something is wrong! Zheng Qian's expression moved.

Lu Ming stepped step by step, seemingly slow, but in fact it was very fast, and after a few breaths, he came to the front of the Shifang Sword Sect disciple.

"Boy, how did you come here? And the disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect over there? Have you seen it?"

A Shifang Sword Sect disciple asked loudly.

"I saw it, but they are all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The expressions of more than twenty disciples of the Ten Fang Sword Sect changed one after another, and someone shouted: "Say, how did you die?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently, waved his hand, a fire-stripe gun appeared, and a powerful aura burst out, saying: "Of course I killed it. Now, I will send you to accompany them."

"You killed? Boy, you are so bold."

"Little bastard, dare to kill my disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect. You are dead, not only you, but also your family."

"Say, what method did you use for the sneak attack?"

"I still want to kill us. I can't help myself. I will kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a hustle and bustle. A burly young man strode out, carrying a huge sword, and slashing towards Lu Ming's head.

If this sword hits it, it will definitely split Lu Ming in half.

Bah!

An electric light flashed away, and the burly youth's figure suddenly stiffened.

With a bang, his war sword fell to the ground, and then he firmly held his throat with both hands, his eyes staring out like dead fish, revealing an incredible color.

There is an extra blood hole in his throat, and the blood is flowing.

Gang Musk Art’s chasing electricity, the fastest shot in the Gang Musk Art.

The Shifang Sword Sect disciples around did not even see how Lu Ming made the move.

"A murderer, people will kill him. If you want to kill me, you must be conscious of being killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

The burly young man fell to the ground, and after a few struggles, he lost his breath.

"Good to kill!"

More than ten stone pickers yelled in their hearts. Although they dared not scream out, they were extremely happy in their hearts.

Zheng Qian's eyes condensed slightly, and he said: "It's so fast, everyone will shoot together and kill him."

"Kill!"

"Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect yelled, leaping high, cutting out sharp sword auras, and slashing towards Lu Ming from the front.

These disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, the weakest cultivation base is the sixth martial artist, and the strongest, the eighth martial artist.

A dozen people work together, and the momentum is terrifying. Even a master of the nine levels of martial arts will be hacked to death.

But Lu Ming remained motionless, even without blinking his eyes.

"Gang Muskete-Huo Wu!"

Huo Ran, Lu Ming held the tail of the spear in his hand, flicked the spear, and stabbed forward.

Huhu...

The sound of the shaking of the spear sounded, and then suddenly there were fire-red flames in the sky. These flames were red and poignant, like flowers of flames, and dancing like flames.

When the flower of flame bloomed, a scream suddenly sounded at the scene.

A dozen of Shifang Sword Sect disciples all stepped back, and the blood was scattered in the air, very beautiful.

A dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword School have a blood hole in their throat or heart.

One move, thirteen disciples of the Ten Fang Sword Sect, die!

But Lu Ming didn't stop at all, striding forward, his spear swept away.

"Look at the moon!"

Bump...

A series of sounds of broken bones sounded, and eight young people from the Ten Fang Sword Sect flew out from a distance.

Falling to the ground, he lost his breath for a while.

Destroyed, completely swept away.

This is Lu Ming's current combat power.

The Xuan-level low-grade martial arts Gang musket technique was cultivated to the second level, and the cultivation base broke through the eighth stage of the martial artist, and the combat power was raised to a terrifying level.

On the field, there were three disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect.

A Zheng Qian, a master of Wu Shi Jiu Zhong.

There is another young man with a nose-deficient. Because he stood close to the stone pickers, Lu Ming's attack did not envelop him.

At this time, the face of the young man with a collapsed nose changed drastically, and his calf was trembling non-stop.

As for Zheng Qian, his face became extremely solemn.

"Your combat power is very strong, but you killed so many disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect. From now on, no one can save you."

Zheng Qian said in a cold voice.

"As long as I kill you all, who knows I did it?"

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, do you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong, I am not sure that I can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you know how ridiculous your sentence is! "

Zheng Qian's sword pointed at Lu Ming, a powerful red sword aura, uncertain.

"Brother Zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Gan suddenly shouted, his figure violent, and he slashed towards Lu Ming with a sword.

The war sword cut through the air, and there was a harsh sonic boom.

At the same time, on the other side, the Shifang Sword Sect disciple of the 9th level of the martial artist also burst out, killing Lu Ming with a sword.

Huh!

Lu Ming pushed upwards.

Dang! when!

The spear intersected with the two war swords, and there was a violent vibration.

Lu Ming's figure shook slightly and took three steps back.

And Zheng Gan also threw back a few meters and landed on the ground.

As for the young man of the martial artist Jiuzhong, he threw back more than ten meters, spouting blood.

"This Zheng Qian, what a powerful force!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was just a fight against each other, Lu Ming felt that the power spread by Zheng Qian's sword was extremely powerful, like a stormy sea.

The youth of another martial artist Kokonoe compares with him, that's rubbish.

Definitely not weaker than He Tie.

The reason why Lu Ming quit ~IndoMTL.com~ is basically because of Zheng Qian.

At this time, Zheng Qian's heart was also terrified.

Lu Ming's strength was beyond his expectation. He was not weaker or even stronger than him.

"Kill!"

There is nothing to say, the two sides are already mortal enemies, only one side can end, and the two sides are fighting together again.

Both Zheng Qian broke out in blood.

This time, Zheng Gan was the main attacker, and the young man from the martial arts master Kouzhong attacked on the side.

For a while, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.

The young man with a nose-deflated man couldn't get in at all, so he could only watch anxiously from one side.

(End of this chapter) Ten Thousand Dao Dragon Emperor