Chapter 1162 (1/2)
”It's easy for young people to die early because of their madness.”
Xu Zun's eyes were cold. He took a few steps and approached Lu Ming very quickly. His breath became stronger and stronger.
Shua!
In his hand, a soft whip appeared on the soft stool, which was full of inverted hooks. In the sun, the cold light flickered, the soft whip quickly grew longer, and finally became more than ten miles long, like a poisonous snake, rolling toward Lu Ming.
Soft whip cut through the air, issued a harsh sound, space was pulled out of a ferocious crack.
In the face of such an attack, Lu Ming's face was calm and her body shook slightly. She avoided the attack and stepped forward to kill Xu Zun.
”You can't escape. You can't escape. You can't be killed again!”
Xu Zun gave a big drink and whipped his soft whip like a real dragon hovering in the air, turning into a heavy whip shadow, like a net in the sky. He wrapped it around the land and closed all the retreat routes.
”Why should I escape? Break it
The calm voice spreads out. Inside Lu Ming's body, there is the sound of dragon chanting. Zhenyuan boils and blows out a fist.
Boom!
The blow seemed to push the whole space, which exploded. A terrible fist force rushed towards the heavy whip shadow. The whip shadow, like a push of a rotten branch, instantly collapsed and turned into debris and shot in all directions.
The terrible force even ran towards Xu Zun along the soft whip. His face changed greatly, his body shook and he retreated.
Shua!
A figure flash, suddenly appeared in front of him.
”Not good!”
Xu Zun's mind was shocked, subconsciously hit a fist, and then wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
Boom!
Lu Ming made another blow, as fast as lightning, then hit Xu Zun's chest directly.
Xu zunzhe uttered a cry of despair, and the whole person burst into pieces. Even the spirit and God were not preserved.
The power of swallowing breaks out, covering Xu Zun. His body is full of energy and spirit, and all of them are swallowed up by Lu Ming.
”Your dogleg's dead, don't you go on the court yourself?”
Lu Ming is indifferent and looks at Xie Zhen with disdain.
This let Xie Zhen gnaw teeth, but in the heart, also shocked.
A strong man with seven spirits was killed by Lu Ming so easily. Is Lu Ming's fighting power too terrible?
Other people watching the war also changed their faces.
”Lu Ming's strength has been greatly improved over the previous million years of sacrificial rites. Such an amazing talent is rare in the world.”
”With his current fighting power, Xie Nianjun is obviously not an opponent. I don't know how to fight against Shanglong Chen?”
”I don't know, but it's a pity that even if Lu Ming's talent and fighting power are strong, the result is doomed. Don't forget that this is the holy city. Even if the emperor comes, he may not be able to leave, let alone Lu Ming?”
Many people are shocked by Lu Ming's fighting power and talent, but also for Lu Ming. Unfortunately, this is the holy city. No matter how strong Lu Ming is, the result is doomed.
”At your age, it's rare to have such accomplishments and combat power in ancient times. I admire you. If you take a blood oath and surrender to my royal family, how about I plead with the emperor to spare your life?”
A gray haired old man stepped out of the sky and walked towards Lu Ming, looking like a fairy.
He was filled with a sense of terror, which was several times stronger than that of Xu Zun.
Spirit eight peaks!
Lu Ming's eyes are shining, and the cultivation of the old man with white hair is not hidden at all. Lu Ming can see it at a glance.
”You are a spirit God eight, have the right to let the holy emperor forgive me? You think highly of yourself
Lu Ming curls his mouth at will, and disdains the way.