Chapter 142 In Front of Me, Youre Trash (1/2)

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lu Ming then fired two shots in a row.

The two guns were as fast as lightning, like two meteors shooting through the sky, with a burning flame, illuminating the sky.

Boom! Boom!

Then the two meteors burst, and the terrifying and violent force exploded in an instant.

From where the three of them fought, a wave of sword qi, blade, and hot spear awns swept out without money.

A few silver-robed elders placed heavy defenses over the tables and chairs behind them, as well as the other four courtyard disciples.

Whew! Whew!

At this time, a war knife and a War sword flew far away, at the same time, two screams came out, two figures flew out, blood scattered in the sky.

It was Jian Wuchen and the young man with the knife.

As the light dissipated, Lu Ming stood in the middle of the field with a spear in his hand, motionless.

Win, lu ming wins.

The two great geniuses who fought alone in Qilin courtyard were still just one move, sweeping the other side with the force of destruction.

It was too overbearing.

No matter what kind of genius you are, no matter what kind of special bloodline you have, one shot at each person will sweep the world.

Everyone seemed to see such a picture.

Jian Wuchen and the young man with the knife were in a mess with their clothes broken and their bodies streaked with wounds.

Lu Ming walked over to Jian Wuchen step by step, looked down at him, and said calmly, ”I said, within three moves, I will definitely defeat you. Now there are three moves!”

”Lu Ming, you wait for me. Sooner or later, I will kill you.”

Jian Wuchen looked at lu ming crazily, his eyes full of ferocity.

”Look, you're here again. Didn't you just say that? People who can't talk big are just a joke. Now, you're not even a joke.”

Lu Ming said sarcastically.

”Speak, speak as you please. My sword Wu Chen swore that in the future, I will return this insult ten, a hundred, a thousand times to you. I will torture you. I will insult Qiu Yue in front of you. I will make you miserable and make you regret what you did today.”

Jian Wuchen roared like a mad dog, his eyes full of murderous intent.

He had already hated Lu Ming to the bone. This bastard, a piece of trash, dared to hurt him and defeat him in front of so many people. In his opinion, it was a great shame.

Of course, he wouldn't think about humiliating others. In his opinion, that was the right thing to do.

Lu Ming smiled, only with a cold murderous intent.

”I, Lu Ming, hate people threatening me the most in my life. You shouldn't have threatened me.”

Lu Ming's voice was icy cold, and the murderous intent on him was undisguised.

Jian Wuchen could not help but feel a chill in his heart and cried, ”What do you want to do?”

”What are you doing? Didn't you just say that you wanted to cripple me? Now you're threatening me again. In order to avoid future trouble, of course you will be crippled.”

Lu Ming smiled.

”Destroy me? How dare you? Lu Ming, you piece of trash, do you know who I am? I am a special bloodline, a disciple of Qilin courtyard, the future hegemon of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, the future pillar, how dare you destroy me?”

Jian Wuchen laughed as if he had heard a joke.

But he was only halfway there, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he found Lu Ming's eyes cold and firm, unshakable.

He felt a chill in his heart. A piercing chill rose from his spine and rushed straight to the heavenly spirit lid. He hurriedly shouted, ”No, don't...”

Whew!

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Ming's spear pierced through his dantian, shattering the cyclone in his dantian.