Lu Ming's expression changed, and he heard something from Bach's words just now.
Just now Bach clearly said "Little Empire of the Scorching Sun", but he moved away before finishing his sentence.
This is very strange. If he was from the Dongyi tribe, he would never say that. Isn't Bach from the Dongyi tribe? Not even from the Lie Sun Empire
But if they are not from the Lie Sun Empire, what are they going to do with the Dongyi people
Lu Ming's thoughts were racing.
And the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's faces were all ugly, and no one went out to fight for a while.
There were a few four-level martial arts masters at the scene, but they were all quite old, far over twenty-two years old. If they played in a battle, it would cause jokes instead.
The sergeants on the city wall were also silent.
In their eyes, the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was originally a sacred place of martial arts that was high above the sky and strong like clouds.
But now, the genius of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was overwhelmed by a young man from the Dongyi tribe. This dealt a great blow to their confidence, and their morale plummeted again and again.
An anxious look appeared in Fu Liang's eyes, it's not good if it goes on like this.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a sergeant rushed to report.
"What's up?"
Fu Liang asked.
"I report to the city lord that a major discovery has been made. The Dongyi tribe sent a team to the Jiuyao Mountain in a thousand miles to the south of Dongque City."
Sergeant report.
"What? Could it be that the Dongyi people are here as an illusion, sending strange troops to raid other big cities."
Fu Liang was startled, and quickly asked, "How many people did the Dongyi tribe send?"
"Not many, it seems that there are only a few hundred people."
The sergeant answered.
"Hundreds of people?" Fu Liang was stunned. What's the use of hundreds of people
"City Lord, it is said that these hundreds of people are all strong, at worst they have the cultivation base of high-level martial artists."
"What?"
Fu Liang was taken aback and frowned.
The disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect were puzzled when they heard the words.
"The Dongyi people's move definitely has a purpose, we must stop it."
A disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect said.
"That's right, but the opponents are all masters. It is estimated that there are many great martial artists. If you want to stop them, you can only rely on you young heroes."
Fu Liang clasped his fists and said.
"This is no problem!"
The disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect nodded.
"It's just that that young man must be dismissed, otherwise it will seriously damage our morale. If the other party launches an attack with all its strength, we will be disadvantaged."
Fu Liang sighed.
Everyone from Xuanyuan Sword Sect frowned again.
"The other party is deliberately delaying our time. There must be a big event over there. We must rush there as soon as possible."
Humane.
"I'll go!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
Everyone couldn't help but forget the past.
"Lu Ming!"
Everyone was startled.
"Lu Ming? He wants to make a move? Has he really broken through the realm of a great martial artist?"
"Even if he breaks through the Great Martial Master, it is impossible to be the opponent. The opponent is the peak of the second level of the Great Martial Master, and it is obvious that he is also a supreme genius."
"Maybe there is hope. A few days ago I saw Lu Ming punch Du Feng flying."
"Just let him try."
Seeing that it was Lu Ming who was speaking, the disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect couldn't help whispering.
Lu Ming ignored it and stepped out.
"Brother Lu Ming, be careful!"
Pang Shi shouted from behind. Lu Ming smiled slightly, jumped up and down the city wall.
Among the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, there was a pair of resentful eyes staring at Lu Ming, and it was Du Feng.
That day, he was injured by a punch and became a laughing stock. He was extremely humiliated and resentful towards Lu Ming.
Just now, someone brought it up and said it, and at this moment he yelled in his heart: "Haha, Lu Ming, go to hell, you think you are a genius, can you still be better than Lu Tian, the self-righteous guy, just beheaded .”
Beside him, the young man with triangular eyes also had a look of resentment on his face. They squeezed forward desperately, wanting to watch Lu Ming be beheaded by Bach with their own eyes.
Lu Ming was as light as a swallow, and he came to Bach not long after.
"Haha, I hit the older one, but a younger one came, boy, since it's here, my knife will not show mercy."
Seeing Lu Ming's age, Bach was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a hint of sarcasm.
"Aren't you from the Lie Sun Empire?"
Lu Ming answered the wrong question, but Bach's expression changed.
"Say, what are you doing here? Also, what is the purpose of the Dongyi tribe going to Jiuyao Mountain?"
Lu Ming continued to ask.
Bach's complexion changed several times, and he sneered, "You don't need to worry about it. Anyway, it's useless if you know, because you're going to die soon."
"Then why don't you do it? I know you're here to delay us, but I don't have that much time to spend with you."
After Lu Ming finished speaking, the storage ring on his finger glowed, the Fire Tong gun appeared in his hand, and the breath on his body burst out.
"The first level of the great martial artist? Hahaha, the first level of the great martial artist dares to come to die? How naive."
When Bach saw Lu Ming's cultivation, he laughed crazily and almost burst into tears.
On the city wall, Fu Liang kept shaking his head.
When he looked at Lu Ming's age before, he felt that something was wrong, he was too young. Now, when he saw Lu Ming's cultivation level, he was a first level martial artist. Although at this age, it is already amazing to have this level of cultivation, but he is a great martial artist after all. How could it be Bach's opponent at the first level
"Young man, come back quickly, we'll think of other ways."
Fu Liang shouted.
At such a young age, Lu Ming has this level of cultivation. He is definitely a top genius in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. If he dies here, he is really afraid that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect will blame him.
"City Master Fu, don't worry, our Junior Brother Lu Ming is amazing. He is a peerless genius. Maybe he can kill Bach?"
Du Feng smiled strangely, but everyone could hear the schadenfreude and sarcasm in his words.
"Haha, since you've come down and want to leave, how is it possible?"
Bach's sword was unsheathed, and a cold murderous intent emerged from his body, covering Lu Ming.
"nonsense!"
Lu Ming scolded, he didn't bother to say more, and the spear swept out.
"I will kill you with one knife."
Bach's voice was cold, and the light of the knife was even colder, and he chopped towards Lu Ming's head with lightning speed.
puff!
Accurately, the saber slashed on Lu Ming's neck, but at this moment, Bach was shocked because it was just an afterimage.
"not good!"
He let out a low growl, bursting out with black true energy all over his body, kicked his feet, and rushed forward without hesitation.
call out!
A gun light pierced his ear, and the cold gun light left a bloodstain on his face.
Swish! Swish!
Bach ran forward for dozens of meters before he dared to stop. He suddenly turned around and slashed out, but he slashed in the air.
Lu Ming stood tens of meters away, looking at him with a smile.
"Hey, what are you doing hacking into the air?"
Lu Ming laughed.
Bach's face turned red all of a sudden, and cold murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
"Your body skills are good, but do you think you can beat me with a set of body skills? Dreaming!"
Bach growled, the black qi on his body became more intense, and faintly condensed into a ghost, murderous as cold as a glacier in the North Pole.