As soon as he made a move, Lu Ming almost used his full strength, except for a few methods of pressing the bottom of the box that were useless.
On the nine dragon claws, some of them were shining with thunder and lightning light, performing the martial art of thunder and lightning artistic conception, Thunder God Strike.
On the other few dragon claws, the Tiangong of Suppressing Prison is running.
Two kinds of cooperation, the power is terrifying.
The cyan divine wings incarnated by Mr. Lin carried endless gusts of wind. With a wave of his wings, countless wind blades cut through the space and killed Lu Ming.
There were several shocking roars in succession, and the dragon claw directly broke through the heavy wind blades, and grabbed Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin's face suddenly changed, and he was shocked.
He didn't expect that he had used his blood fusion, and he was at a disadvantage with one move.
Swish!
With a wave of his wings, the hurricane swept across, and his huge figure suddenly trembled, disappeared from the spot, and appeared on the other side.
"Another artistic conception martial skill!"
Lu Ming frowned.
Mr. Lin, obviously mastered not only one artistic conception skill, but two, or even more.
Before, Mr. Lin used attack-type artistic conception martial arts, but now, he is displaying movement-type artistic conception martial arts, and his main comprehension is the artistic conception of wind, which makes his speed extremely fast.
"Go to hell!"
Mr. Lin's eyes were cold, and he waved his wings again, his figure turned into a breeze and disappeared in place. At the same time, a terrible crisis came to Lu Ming.
Roar!
A dragon chant sounded, and the power of devouring exploded, covering a radius of a hundred miles, and then the dragon swung its tail and swept across all directions.
bump!
The dragon's tail pierced through the void and smashed together with a pair of extremely sharp wings.
Then he saw Mr. Lin's body being pushed back.
But Mr. Lin waved his wings again, and his figure disappeared.
Mr. Lin used two kinds of artistic conception martial arts and cooperated with each other, the combat power is indeed very powerful, and it is difficult to resist at the same level.
However, what he met was Lu Ming.
Swish! Swish! ...
Nine Dragon's dragon claws suddenly pinched a strange seal.
At this time, two sharp breaths slashed towards Lu Ming.
"Just waiting for you!"
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold, and the three sealed doors suddenly appeared, descending on Lu Ming's left side, emitting a radiant light.
The nine seals of Shenmen seal everything.
As soon as the gate of the three seals came out, the figure of the blue divine wings transformed by Mr. Lin suddenly appeared, and was suppressed by the gate of the three seals.
"ripped!"
Mr. Lin hissed and roared, and the cyan light boiled like a tide, launching a violent storm towards the three sealed doors.
The three sealed gates trembled violently, as if they would collapse at any moment.
But for a while, it was enough for Lu Ming.
Swish! Swish! ...
The dragon claws were pulled out and bombarded Young Master Lin continuously.
Mr. Lin wailed, and the cyan energy was torn down.
bump!
Finally, a dragon claw was clasped around the neck of the cyan condor, and with a pinch, the head of the cyan condor exploded directly.
The cyan eagle also turned into energy and dissipated. Mr. Lin's figure flew extremely fast in the cyan light that filled the sky.
The transformed blood was defeated, and he was also severely injured. He vomited blood and fled desperately.
As soon as he stepped on his footsteps, Lu Ming used the Nine Dragon Stepping Step, his body was like light, and he caught up with Mr. Lin in an instant, and grabbed Mr. Lin with his huge dragon claws.
Mr. Lin tried his best to fight back, but unfortunately he had already been severely injured and was useless at all. He was defeated by Lu Ming and grabbed him.
Mr. Lin was caught in the palm of his hand by the huge dragon claw, making it difficult to move.
This scene shocked the people around and couldn't believe it.
The Tianjiao of the Tianshen Sect, Mr. Lin, unexpectedly lost to Lu Ming, within ten strokes, he was taken down by Lu Ming, and his life was pinched in Lu Ming's palm.
Moreover, Lu Ming is only from the Shenhuang Continent. If the strongest geniuses in the Shenxu Continent can achieve this step, it is still possible.
But it was unimaginable to appear on the body of a young man from the Desolate Continent.
Even those emperors were a little dazed.
As for the Shenxu mainland group, those top arrogances looked at Lu Ming with a very serious look in their eyes.
Lu Ming's combat strength will undoubtedly become one of their biggest opponents.
"Ah, miscellaneous, let me go, I'm going to kill you!"
Being defeated within ten moves and being pinched in the palm of Lu Ming made Mr. Lin feel ashamed and angry, his eyes were red and he let out a hysterical roar.
If such a thing is passed back to Tianshenzong, he will definitely be reduced to a laughing stock in the future.
He hated it, wished he could skin Lu Ming and cramp it.
"Really? Don't you know the current situation?"
Lu Ming sneered, and squeezed his claws hard.
Click click click!
Mr. Lin's body's bones were broken. He was trembling all over, vomiting blood, and almost fainted from the pain.
At this moment, he is like a weak chicken that has always been held by Lu Ming. Whether he lives or dies depends on Lu Ming's thoughts.
"Believe it or not, I will kill you right now!"
Lu Ming's eyes were cold, and the murderous intent of the third bloodline enveloped Mr. Lin's whole body like a tide, making Mr. Lin feel like he was in Shura Hell, shrouded in endless murderous thoughts.
His heart was trembling.
"Bold, he is a disciple of my Heavenly God Sect, let him go!"
At this moment, a big man from Tianshenzong spoke up. This person was the strong man Lu Ming suspected to be bribed by Mr. Lin.
At the same time as he opened his mouth, a terrifying aura bloomed, covering Lu Ming's body, making Lu Ming seem to be enveloped by a mountain, unable to move his body at all.
Strong, too strong, facing this middle-aged man, Lu Ming felt powerless to resist.
This middle-aged man is definitely stronger than the middle-aged Xuanyi of Nanshen Palace, and his cultivation is above the third level of Martial Emperor.
In Tianshenzong, the white-haired old man frowned, but did not speak.
"Haha, let's discuss with the younger generation. You are an emperor, why do you interfere?"
On the other side of the Dragon God Valley, a burly man laughed, and rushed out with a breath, hitting the middle-aged man's breath, knocking his breath away, Lu Ming relaxed his body, stomped his feet, and retreated extremely quickly.
"What do you mean?"
The middle-aged Tianshenzong looked at the people in Dragon God Valley with serious eyes.
"It's nothing interesting, just can't see it!"
The burly man in Dragon God Valley laughed.
"Let him go, this match, you win!"
At this time, the white-haired old man of Tianshenzong spoke.
"For you guys!"
With a wave of Lu Ming's dragon claw, he threw Mr. Lin's body out.
Mr. Lin was half dead, he couldn't even hang in the air, so the middle-aged man waved his hand and took Mr. Lin into his hand.
"Damn it, damn it!"
Mr. Lin's eyes showed endless resentment, and he stared at Lu Ming firmly.
Lu Ming turned into a human form, pulled Xie Nianqing's little hand, and said, "Xiaoqing, let's go!"
Since he is not allowed to participate in the assessment, then he will not participate and just leave.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, a thick voice sounded, it was a burly young man from Dragon God Valley.
"Old man, Longshengu Longquan, I don't know what to call my little friend?"
asked the burly young man.