Chapter 460 (1/2)

Sheng Wushuang's face changed and he called, ”Lu Ming, what do you want to do? It's obvious that you use improper means first. ”

”Nonsense!”

Lu Ming exclaimed, moving body, a claw toward the holy matchless grasp.

”Today, if you don't pay, you have to pay!”

Lu Ming's cold voice rang out.

”You... Lu Ming, don't think I'm afraid of you. It's just cheating. Kill!”

Sheng Wushuang roared, and his breath broke out in an all-round way.

Shengmatchless, very close to the realm of King Wu, whether it is the refining of Zhenyuan, or the understanding of artistic conception, are close to the realm of King Wu.

In particular, his fighting power is also very terrible, and he has reached the talent of the fifth World War.

The sword shaped mark on his eyebrow glowed, and an iron sword flew out, which was held by shengwushuang.

A sword is cut out, and the mighty sword is full of the world, and it is slashed towards Lu Ming.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain.

On Lu Ming's claws, three kinds of artistic conception are intertwined, and the power is terrifying.

, the holy sword of Lu Ming, has been chopped off, and it is crushed like a bubble in his hand.

Lu Ming's paws are constantly castrated, a buckle in the neck of Saint matchless.

With a pinch of strength, the majestic Zhenyuan is filled with wind, fire and thunder. Shengwushuang has no resistance at all. Lu Ming grabs him around his neck like a chicken.

Touch!

Lu Ming forced a swing, Sheng matchless body is like a lazy toad, was heavily thrown on the stage.

Boom!

The battle platform is like being hit by a meteorite in the middle of it, making a violent roar and constantly shaking.

Click! Click!

There was a sour sound. It was the sound of the broken bones.

Sheng Wushuang's body bumps into the platform, bounces up again, and then falls down again. He plays like a ball several times before he stops.

Poof!

The blood in Saint matchless's mouth spurts like no money.

”This...”

people all around feel that their teeth are sour and their back is cold.

Lu Ming, it's too violent. If you don't agree, you can start.

The most important thing is that shengwushuang, the first genius of the four day Shenwei, could not make a move on Lu Ming's hand, just like a real chicken with no resistance.

However, both of them are masters of half step.

It's amazing. The difference is too wide. It's not on the same level at all.

Not far away, Qiu Changkong was so scared that she couldn't stop shaking all over her body. She didn't have a trace of blood on her face. She almost peed her pants.

Even Sheng matchless can't stop Lu Ming. If you deal with him, it's no different from killing an ant.

”What's the first day of the four-day Shenwei, a piece of rubbish? Such goods are qualified to be as famous as me?”

Lu Ming glimpses the saint matchless lightly, scornful way.

Pooh!

This is the saint of Qi and spits blood.

”Lord of the temple, all lords of the hall, Lu Ming deceived people too much and beat Xue Chao with despicable means. He must be severely punished!”

Sheng matchless screamed bitterly.

”Enough!”

At this time, the wind hall master cold drink.

The sound was not loud, but it made the whole room quiet.

”Lu Ming, he didn't cheat!”

The wind hall Lord continued.

Everyone was stunned.