Chapter 431 Completely Crushed

The two of them couldn't believe it. After joining forces, they were both repelled by Lu Ming's move, and they even swelled with blood and almost vomited blood.

"What's impossible? You haven't seen it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Lu Ming condescendingly looked down at them.

When Lu Ming promoted the Battle Dragon True Art to the seventh floor, his combat power had already surpassed the talent of the fifth battle, and when he cultivated into a heaven-level martial art, his combat power had completely entered the talent of the sixth battle.

Heaven-level martial arts are really too strong, and it is terrifying to increase the combat power.

Heaven-level martial arts are extremely rare, but extremely difficult to cultivate.

Even many low-level kings do not have heaven-level martial arts, or have not successfully cultivated heaven-level martial arts.

From this, it can be seen that the scarcity and power of heaven-level martial arts.

The talent of the six battles, even if Lu Ming's cultivation is one level lower than the funeral, in terms of combat power, he still has to suppress him by half a level.

"Impossible, I am the strongest, Lu Ming, you are just an ant, an ant that has always lived in my light."

Qiu Changkong roared loudly, and the power of thunder and lightning shone throughout his body, as if he was wearing a thunder and lightning coat.

After comprehending a trace of thunder and lightning, he has surpassed the use of thunder and lightning, and is about to completely control the thunder and lightning itself.

Once you fully comprehend the artistic conception and condense an artistic conception rune, you can completely control that kind of artistic conception of heaven and earth.

If a person who comprehends the artistic conception of fire condenses a rune of the artistic conception of fire, then he can incarnate as a fire god, control and use the flames of the world at will, and comprehend the artistic conception of thunder, can control and use the thunder of the world, that is already the realm of kings , extremely powerful.

Qiu Changkong only understood a trace of the artistic conception of thunder, and he was still 108,000 miles away from the rune of condensing thunder.

"Kill! Lei Jian, breaking the sky!"

Qiu Changkong roared and tried his best to use his strongest move.

"Dragon bite, palm!"

The funeral also slapped and banged at Lu Ming.

"Useless struggle,

Qiu Changkong, you said just now that you wanted me to see the gap between the two of us. Now, open your eyes and show me clearly! "

Lu Ming's mocking voice sounded, and the next moment, the Demon Suppressing Gun appeared in his hand.

"Three Absolutes of Dragon God, True Dragon Strike!"

The spear was pierced, the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth surged wildly, and a real dragon covered in blue and red emerged.

The two-color real dragon, up to 100 meters long, roared loudly, the dragon's roar shook the world, and rushed towards Qiu Changkong and Fusheng.

The Dragon God's Three Skills, cultivated in two ways, is a true heaven-level martial skill, which is stronger than the second step of Nine Dragons Stepping to the Sky.

boom!

The two-color real dragon slammed together with the attack of the two.

In the sky, an extremely dazzling light shone, and then the entire space trembled, like the end of the world.

After a while, when the dazzling light dissipated, everyone saw two figures, falling towards the battle platform like cannonballs.

It is the funeral and the autumn sky.

boom! boom!

Like two toads, the two fell heavily on the battle platform, the battle platform roared, and the two vomited blood.

However, the difference between the two can be seen.

The funeral spit out a mouthful of blood, then got up in a hurry, covered in blood, staring at Lu Ming in the sky in horror.

Qiu Changkong was half-kneeling on the ground, his body was shaking non-stop, and blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth.

His injury was more serious than his death.

"Qiu Changkong, do you understand now?"

Lu Ming looked down at him.

"what..."

Qiu Changkong roared furiously, mad with hatred, he felt endless humiliation, and shouted madly: "Damn, Lu Ming, you ****, I want to kill you, but also destroy the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and personally kill your Parents kill, hahaha, the power behind me is not something you can resist."

Qiu Changkong laughed wildly.

"die!"

The only one who responded to Qiu Changkong was Lu Ming's cold and ruthless word 'death'.

At this moment, Lu Ming's whole body burst out with incomparable murderous intent, as if he had transformed into a killing god.

"Kowloon treads the sky!"

Lu Ming let out a long roar and stepped out, the world roared.

"Block! Dragon bite, fist!"

The funeral roared, changing from palms to fists, and threw two punches in a row.

Qiu Changkong also roared and cut out a sword.

bump!

A roar blocked Lu Ming's step, but Lu Ming took the second step in succession.

Qiu Changkong screamed again, and was crushed to the ground by the powerful force, spurting blood.

The funeral body slipped several hundred meters, dragging a path of blood on the battlefield.

"Kowloon treads the sky!"

But before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, Lu Ming took two steps in a row.

This time, it was aimed at the funeral.

"Ah, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

The funeral was finally frightened, and screamed in horror, and at the same time desperately resisted.

bump!

Fu Sheng was pressed down on the platform by the force of Nine Dragons Treading the Sky, almost crushing him. There was a crackling sound of bones breaking all over his body, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

The whole place was dead silent.

Time, space, at this moment, the Buddha is frozen.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one person left in the Buddha, a young and handsome figure, suspended in the air, serving Ni Tianxia.

Whoa!

After a while, there was a shocking noise in the audience.

"Oh my god, Lu Ming won, but Lu Ming actually won."

"Furthermore, it was too strong to win by destroying the rotten rot. Qiu Changkong and Fu Sheng, in front of him, had no power to resist, and he was only at the peak of the eighth level of Wuzong's cultivation."

"Who said just now that he was just lucky, this is where his luck is, it's clearly other people's luck, if he played in the morning, Qiu Changkong or Burial, where would he be able to go to the last round, maybe he would have been killed by Lu Lu long ago. Ming swept away."

"I didn't say that just now. On the contrary, I always felt that if Lu Ming was able to draw a bye card, he must be the favored son of the emperor who was favored by the gods. He was absolutely extraordinary."

"Huh? No, I remember that you didn't say that just now. You were certain that Lu Ming was just lucky and mocked him."

"How can there be? There is absolutely no such thing. I have long seen that he is a rare genius. How could he mock him, absolutely not."

There was a lot of noise at the scene, shouting, arguing, and ups and downs.

It seems that the only way to express the shock in their hearts.

Lu Ming stretched out his hand and took a breath. A huge amount of True Qi was generated, and he sucked the funeral storage ring into his hand.

"no, you can not…"

The funeral roared.

"What's it called? You lost, this is my trophy!" Lu Ming scolded.

Burial, in the area of ​​Longxue, I don't know how many geniuses were killed, and the storage rings of those geniuses all fell into his hands. Lu Ming can think about it.

Fusheng's eyes were red, but there were endless resources there, which was the capital of his rise. Now it's all cheaper for Lu Ming.

His heart was broken.

Lu Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Swish!

With a movement of his body, he appeared in the sky above Qiu Changkong, his eyes were cold, and he looked at him with murderous intent.

"Lu Ming, what do you want to do? I'm already injured, which means I'm defeated. How dare you do it?"

Qiu Changkong sneered and looked at Lu Ming.

"I lost, I didn't hear you admit defeat, oh? I forgot, you said just now that you will never admit defeat. If you admit defeat, you are a joke."

Lu Ming said lightly.

"You...even if I didn't admit defeat, but I was injured, seriously injured, can't you see it? It's like losing."

Qiu Changkong shouted, he wanted to admit defeat, but couldn't open his mouth.

"Injured, not bad enough!"

After saying that, Lu Ming stepped out.

"Ah, you...you..."

Qiu Changkong roared in horror and wanted to resist, but he was already seriously injured, and he still had the strength to resist.

bump!

Crackling!

He stepped into the footsteps of his death, and he did not know how many bones were broken by Lu Ming.

Just now, Qiu Changkong and Fu Sheng said they wanted to break Lu Ming's bones together. Now, they were both broken by Lu Ming as they wished.

"Ahhhh, Lu Ming, damn you, you foul, foul!"

Qiu Zhangkong shouted hysterically.

"Where is the foul?"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he condensed a long spear of infuriating energy in his hand.

"No, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Qiu Changkong screamed wildly, he felt the murderous intent in Lu Ming's eyes, Lu Ming, that was really going to kill him, ignoring the rules and wanting to kill him.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao