Chapter 91 Ravage the Dry And Pull the Rotten (1/2)

Lu Ming glanced around the room and saw the char that had been burnt black. He could already imagine what had happened.

In his heart, a cold, piercing killing intent burst forth.

Although a martial artist has great power, a martial artist has his own rules and the pride of a martial artist. Ordinary martial artists disdain to kill ordinary people.

But the children of the Shifang sword sect had already lost their bottom line. In order to achieve their goal, they would do anything.

Lu Ming's killing intent had never been so strong.

Feeling the killing intent on lu ming, the Shifang sword sect disciple's eyes froze.

Zheng Qian, frown slightly.

He remembered that in that direction, he had sent nine people, but up until now, not only did not see a person, but also a strange young man.

Something's wrong! Zheng Qian's expression changed.

Step by step, Lu Ming seemed to be very slow, but in fact, very quickly, a few breaths, came to the front of the Shifang sword sect disciple.

”Boy, how did you get here? Where are my Shifang sword sect disciples over there? Did you see them?”

A Shifang sword sect disciple shouted.

”Yes, but they are all dead.”

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty Shifang sword sect disciples changed one after another. Someone shouted, ”Tell me, how did you die?”

Lu Ming smiled coldly. With a wave of his hand, the musket appeared, and a powerful breath burst out, ”Of course I killed him. Now, I'll send you down to accompany them.”

”You killed him? Boy, how dare you.”

”Little bastard, if you dare to kill my Shifang sword sect disciple, you will die. Not only you, but also your family.”

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

”You still want to kill us. You don't know what to do. I'll kill you.”

Lu Ming's words caused a commotion. A burly young man strode out, carrying a huge sword, and chopped it at lu ming's head.

If this sword was struck, it would definitely split Lu Ming in half.

Boo!

A flash of lightning flashed by and the burly young man suddenly froze.

With a bang, his War sword landed, and his hands gripped his throat, his eyes staring out like dead fish, revealing an incredible look.

There was already a blood hole in his throat, and he was bleeding profusely.

The Musket Formula's pursuit of power, the fastest move from the The Musket Formula.

The Shifang sword sect disciples around them didn't even see how Lu Ming did it.

”A murderer, a man always kills. If you want to kill me, you have to be aware of being killed.”

Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.

The burly young man fell to the ground and struggled a few times before losing his breath.

”Good kill!”

More than a dozen stone pickers roared in their hearts. Although they did not dare to shout out, they were extremely happy.

Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, ”It's so fast. Let's go together and kill him.”

”Kill!”

”Go to hell!”

Suddenly, more than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples roared, leaped up high, cut out sharp sword qi, and cut towards lu ming.

These Shifang sword sect disciples, the weakest in cultivation, were the sixth, the strongest, and the eighth of the martial arts masters.

A dozen people joined forces and the momentum was terrifying. Even a master of nine weights would be hacked to death by random swords.

But Lu Ming didn't move, not even blinking.

”The Musket Formula - fire dance!”

Suddenly, Lu Ming held the tail of the gun in his hand, and the spear swung forward.

Huff and puff...

The sound of the long spear vibrated, and then suddenly, flames of red appeared in the air. These flames, red and beautiful, were like the flowers of fire, and were dancing like flames.

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

More than a dozen Shifang sword sect disciples stepped back, blood floating in the air, incomparably beautiful.

A dozen Shifang sword sect disciples had a blood hole in their throat or heart.