Chapter 1162 (2/2)

”It's at least a chance, isn't it? If you refuse, you won't have a chance! ”

Being despised by Lu Ming, a glimmer of edge flashed in the eyes of the old man with white hair and a deep voice.

”Well, it's up to you? I'm afraid that's not enough! ”

Lu Ming smile, disdain more strong.

”Arrogant, I do it, you have no chance!”

The old man with white hair showed anger in his eyes, his body was filled with milky white light, and his eyes were cold.

Although Lu Ming easily killed a strong one of the seven spirits, he was the peak of the eight spirits. His strength was much stronger than that of the seven spirits. He could easily kill the strong one of the seven spirits. Therefore, he was confident and able to suppress Lu Ming.

After all, Lu Ming is young, and no matter how strong he is, he will not be too unreasonable!

Whew!

A white sword light, blooming from the old man with white hair, pierced the vast sky and killed Lu Ming.

This sword is sharp, cruel, amazing and terrible.

Just one sword is better than Xu Zun, who was seven times the spirit God just now.

In Lu Ming's body, the Dragon chants in bursts, and the top of his head, the third blood vessel emerges. A force rushes into Lu Ming's body, which makes Lu Ming's strength increase again.

Touch!

One step out, one hand split out.The power of the palm startled the sky. One hand broke the sky and formed a terrible palm blade, which was cut on the old man's white sword.

The sharp blast sounds, the white sword disappears, and Lu Ming rushes towards the old man.

The old man's face changed slightly, and the sword in his hand kept stabbing out. The snow-white sword awns, like bright and shining lights, assassinated Xiang Lu Ming.

The sword is dense and dense, like endless general, constantly pouring towards Lu Ming.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Lu Ming kneaded his fist and came out constantly.

Vaguely, Lu Ming's fist seems to be turned into a prison stele to suppress everything.

In the sky, there is a dense explosion. The Sword Spear made by the old man with white hair is constantly collapsing. Lu Ming meets the sword and rushes upward to kill the old man with white hair.

The white haired old man's face changed. He became ugly and dignified. After a big drink, his blood emerged. He used the blood fusion to incarnate a milky sword.

As soon as the sword shakes, more and more sharper swords pour towards Lu Ming.

”Broken!”

As Jiulong emerges, Lu Ming incarnates himself as Jiulong. He rushes forward and breaks through all the swords. Jiulong's claws are continuously caught on the Milky sword.

The Milky sword shakes violently and then collapses, revealing the real body of the old man with white hair.

At this time, the old man with white hair was in great distress. He was no longer the immortal. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes were shabby. His white robe was covered with blood. His eyes were full of fear. He rushed to the wall of the holy city.

At the moment, in the holy city, countless people who saw this scene were deeply shocked.

The strong men at the top of the eight peaks of the spirit God were all defeated. They were seriously injured by Lu Ming and ran for their lives in confusion.

It's unbelievable. I couldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

A young man, less than 30 years old, can seriously injure an old strong man with eight spirits and gods. Such an example has rarely been recorded in the land of shenhuang since ancient times.

It's out of the ordinary sense. It's terrible.

Lu Tianming is still called the first opponent in his heart.

High in the sky, Xie Nianjun, who is fighting with Xie Nianqing, naturally feels this scene. His mind is shocked and his eyes show an incredible color.

Lu Ming's fighting power has far exceeded her.

Arrogant as she is, some difficult to accept.