Lu Ming glanced at the audience and saw the burned black coke. He could already think of what happened.

A cold and fierce murderous intent burst out in his heart.

Although warriors have mastered powerful power, warriors have rules for warriors, and warriors also have the pride of warriors. Ordinary warriors disdain to kill ordinary people.

But these children of the Ten-Strait Sword Sect have lost their bottom line and have used any means to achieve their goals.

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

Feeling the murderous intent on Lu Ming, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect stared.

Zheng Gan frowned slightly.

He remembered that he sent nine people in that direction, but until now, not only did he not see anyone coming, but also a strange boy came.

Something was wrong! Zheng Gan's expression moved.

Lu Ming took a step by step, which seemed very slow, but in fact, he came to the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect in a few breaths.

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

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted loudly.

"I saw it, but I was all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect changed one after another, and someone shouted, "Why did you die?"

Lu Ming smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a fire-patterned gun appeared, and a powerful aura burst out, saying, "Of course I killed me, now, I will send you down to accompany them."

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

"Little bastard, if you dare to kill my disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, you will die, not only you, but your family will die."

"Say, what method did you use to sneak attack?"

"I want to kill us, but I overestimate myself. I'll kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a hustle and bustle. A burly young man walked out, carrying a giant sword, and slashed towards Lu Ming's head with a sword.

If this sword hits, it will definitely cut Lu Ming into two halves.

Scream!

A flash of lightning flashed away, and the burly young man's figure suddenly stiffened.

With a clang, his sword fell to the ground, and then he held his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes staring out like dead fish, revealing an incredible look.

There was a blood hole in his throat, and the blood flowed continuously.

The Gang Musket Art: Chasing Electricity, the fastest move in the Gang Musket Art.

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect around him did not even see how Lu Ming took action.

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him. If you want to kill me, you must be aware of being killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice rang out.

The burly young man fell to the ground and struggled for a few times, then he lost his breath.

"Good kill!"

More than ten stone pickers yelled in their hearts. Although they didn't dare to scream, they felt extremely happy.

Zheng Gan's eyes narrowed slightly and he spoke, "It's so fast, let's take action together and kill him."

"kill!"

"Go to die!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect roared, jumped up, slashed out sharp sword energy, and slashed towards Lu Ming from the front.

The weakest disciples of these Ten Directions Sword Sects are the sixth level of the martial arts master, the strongest level of the martial arts master.

A dozen people worked together, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. Even a master at the ninth level of martial arts would be killed by the ravage sword.

But Lu Ming's body did not move, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Gang Musket Art - Huo Wu!"

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

Huhu...

The sound of the spear vibrating sounded, and then, fire-red flames suddenly appeared in the air. These flames were red and sad, like flowers of flames, and like flames dancing.

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

More than a dozen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect all retreated, and blood drifted in the air, extremely sad and beautiful.

More than a dozen disciples of the Ten-Strait Sword Sect have a blood hole in their throats or hearts.

With one move, the thirteen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect, die!

But Lu Ming did not stop at all, and strode forward, sweeping out with his spear.

"Lan Yue!"

Bump...

A series of sounds of broken bones sounded, and eight young men from the Ten-Strait Sword Sect flew out from afar.

I fell to the ground and lost my breath for a while.

Destroy and sweep completely.

This is Lu Ming’s current combat power.

The cultivation of the Xuan-level low-grade martial arts Gang Musket Technique has reached the second level, and the cultivation level has exceeded the early stage of the eighth level of the martial artist, and its combat power has been increased to a terrifying level.

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

One is Zheng Gan, and another is the master of the ninth level of martial arts.

Another one is the young man with a snub. Because he was standing near those stone pickers, Lu Ming's attack did not cover him.

At this time, the young man with a collapsed nose changed his face and his calves trembled constantly.

And Zheng Gan's face became extremely serious.

"You have a strong combat power, but you have killed so many disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect. From now on, you will go to heaven and earth, and no one can save you."

Zheng Gan said in a cold voice.

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

Lu Ming smiled indifferently.

"Hahaha, you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong. I am not sure that you can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you clearly understand how ridiculous your words are!"

Zheng Gan Zhan's sword pointed at Lu Ming, and a powerful red sword energy was indefinitely swallowed and spit.

"Junior Brother Zhao, kill him together."

Zheng Gan suddenly shouted loudly, his figure suddenly rose up, and he slashed at Lu Ming with a sword.

The sword of war slashed through the air and a harsh sound of sound burst sounded.

At the same time, on the other side, the disciple of the Ten-State Sword Sect at the ninth level of the martial arts master also exploded and rushed towards Lu Ming with a sword.

Swish!

Lu Ming lifted upwards.

When! When!

The spear intersected with two battle swords, and a violent vibration sounded.

Lu Ming shook his body slightly and took three steps back.

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

As for the young man at the ninth level of the martial arts, he threw him back for more than ten meters and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"This Zheng Gan is such a strong power!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

Although it was just a fight, Lu Ming felt that the power of Zheng Gan's sword spreading was extremely powerful, like a storm.

Another young man from the ninth level of martial arts master compared him, that was garbage.

Absolutely not weaker than He Tie.

The reason why Lu Ming retreated was basically because of Zheng Gan.

At this time, Zheng Gan was also extremely shocked.

Lu Ming's power was beyond his expectations, not weaker than him, or even stronger.

"kill!"

There is nothing to say. Both sides are already mortal enemies. Only when one side falls can it end. Both sides fight together again.

Both Zheng Gan and his blood were bursting out.

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

For a moment, Lu Ming was a little passive.

The young man with a loose nose couldn't get in, so he could only watch anxiously from the side.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!