Chapter 511 (1/2)

A real three color dragon, roaring out, thundered with the blue sword of Shengjiang.

Boom!

All kinds of colors of energy, spread out.

”No! Step back

Some of the onlookers, some of them poor in cultivation, retreated in terror.

And the momentum, bang on the ground, only see the ground has a flash of inscriptions, the ground, no trace left.

”Break it for me!”

Shengjiang roars, the breath is more abundant, and the blue sword light is more powerful.

The three color real dragon just resisted for a moment, and then was split in two by the sword light. The sword light was constantly castrated and chopped towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming holds his spear in front of him.

When!

The sword was cut on the shaft of the spear.

Lu Ming felt a huge force coming in. Under the huge shock, Lu Ming glided backward and flew out.

After flying for hundreds of meters, Lu Ming's feet fell to the ground. Then Lu Ming stepped back seven steps in a row.

”A little king is really powerful!” Lu Ming felt Qi and blood surging all over her body, almost a mouthful of blood gushed out.

There is a big gap between the triple of King Wu and the quadruple of King Wu. It is not a simple difference of one level, but two.

Wang Xiuwang is not as good as Wang Xiuwang, but he is not as good as Wang Xiuwang.

This can not be made up by a kind of artistic conception alone.

But do not know, the heart of Shengjiang, but more frightened, at the same time, there is a violent murderous opportunity to diffuse out.

Lu Ming was just the second peak of King Wu. He was able to block his attack again and again. It was incredible that Lu Ming lost face.

For the first time, he was repeatedly blocked by a lower king.

”Die!”

Shengjiang roars, his body broke out a sharp killing, breath full-blown, a sword toward Lu Ming cut.

This sword, between heaven and earth, is full of surging waves, which is in line with the sword power of Shengjiang, making the attack of Shengjiang reach its peak.

This sword is much stronger than just now.

Boom!

Lu Ming faintly heard the sound of dragon chanting in his body, and the power of his blood melted into his body.

And he did his best.

Even if he is defeated, he will fight to the end.

”Stop it!”

At this time, a big drink came, a white figure, quickly came.

Before the man arrived, a bright sword light had been cut towards the holy river.

The power is amazing.

”Who?”

As soon as Shengjiang's face changed, he had no choice but to turn the direction of the sword and roar towards the sword.

The two swords flashed together with a roar, and the sword spirit overflowed. Shengjiang's body swayed back and stepped back slightly.

Shua!

A figure appeared in the scene.

Snow white robe, snow-white trousers and snow-white boots, a snow-white, Fengshen such as jade.

”Is it him?”

Lu Ming's expression moved. He recognized it. Wasn't he Mu Xiuyuan?

Lu Ming was once reminded by good intentions.

When did he come to the central Tianxuan palace?

Lu Ming has some doubts.

”Mu Xiuyuan, is it you?”

Shengjiang saw Mu Xiuyuan, his eyes slightly coagulated, some surprised way.

”Shengjiang, I haven't seen you for a long time

Mu Xiuyuan smiles.