Chapter 225 Anteater (1/2)
In Divine wind valley for two months, Lu Ming's wind had been improving very quickly.
Just a few days before entering the secret realm of blood ants, the wind finally broke through and reached the realm of little success.
Potential, to achieve a small success, and not to achieve a small success, that is different, there is a big difference.
Water Flow Mark's face was flushed red.
Previously, he was proud of himself and looked down at Lu Ming with an understanding of power.
But in the blink of an eye, Lu Ming slapped him in the face with even greater force.
What he was proud of was not worth mentioning in Lu Ming's eyes, which severely damaged his confidence.
”Kill, kill him together!”
Water Flow Mark roared in anger. Lu Ming, he will kill.
”Kill!”
More than 30 Shifang sword sect disciples roared and ran across the lake, killing lu ming.
It is not difficult for a great martial artist who has more than three ranks to walk on water.
More than 30 people, together to attack, the momentum was terrifying. On the lake, the waves suddenly swept like a tsunami.
In lu ming's eyes, there was a flash of murderous intent, and the Demon calming gun trembled.
All of a sudden -
Tsk tsk...
Dozens of guns burst out.
These spears, supported by the wind, were incredibly fast and had terrifying penetrability.
Blood flowed and screamed. In an instant, more than a dozen Shifang sword sect youths were assassinated.
Blood stained the surface of the lake.
”Kill!”
Lu Ming stepped into the void and rushed into the crowd like a tiger into a flock of sheep. No one was invincible and wantonly reaped the lives of Shifang sword sect disciples.
Not far away, the students of General star palace stopped and looked at the scene with a pale face.
”This... Tian Yun, isn't it too cruel? You really dare to kill the Shifang sword sect disciples?”
”Cruel man, this is the real cruel man!”
The students in General star palace screamed in horror as their throats throbbed.
Water Flow Mark turned pale and shouted, ”Kill him! Kill him!”
His figure, however, rushed towards the Jiaolingguo.
”Water Flow Mark, you're despicable!”
A Shifang sword sect disciple shouted.
There was a great competition in the same sect, and it was impossible for them to be so united.
At this time, Water Flow Mark took the lead in fleeing, and they naturally refused to take advantage of the opportunity to seize the Jiaolingguo.
”Let's go and rob the Jiaolingguo too!”
”The Jiaolingguo is mine.”
The remaining Shifang sword sect disciple immediately left Lu Ming and ran towards the Jiaolingguo.
”You can kill me if you want to. You can leave if you want to. How can it be that easy?”
Lu Ming sneered. His body was like an eagle, and his spear was drawn. Two Shifang sword sect disciples screamed and were killed on the lake.
The others were shocked.
Lu Ming's foot was a little on the lake, and he ran after Water Flow Mark with great speed.
By this time, Water Flow Mark was close to the Jiaolingguo.
”Hahaha, the Jiaolingguo is mine. As long as I take off the Jiaolingguo, then hide in the lake and refine it. That's when Tian Yun dies!”
Water Flow Mark's eyes sparkled with cold light, and at the same time, with excitement. He grabbed his hand, and his breath gushed out. He was about to take off the Jiaolingguo.
Whoosh!
Just then, the surface of the lake suddenly surged up, and a huge claw with sharp thorns stretched out from the surface of the lake and grabbed at Water Flow Mark.
”What the hell is this!”
Water Flow Mark's face changed. The War sword cut him off and landed on his giant claw, which sent sparks flying out of him.
”Damn it!”
Water Flow Mark roared, seeing the fat in his mouth disappear like this, and he nearly vomited blood in anger.
Clatter!
The surface of the lake surged and another huge claw was slapped out. Two Shifang sword sect disciples were caught off guard and their instincts were patted into meat patties.
Since then, only a dozen of the thirty-odd Shifang sword sect disciples have been left with heavy losses.