"Three strikes to destroy the world, break the sky!"
Lu Ming immediately exploded with double combat power, and used the first form of the three strikes to destroy the world, breaking through the air.
A spear glow soared into the sky, extremely resplendent.
bump! bump! bump! ...
The waves of thousands of swords that Huang Wen slashed broke apart one after another.
In the end, the gun light rushed past and intersected with Huang Wen.
The next moment, all energy fluctuations disappeared, and the spear in Lu Ming's hand disappeared without a trace. Lu Ming landed on the battle platform with a blank expression on his face.
But Huang Wen's eyes widened with disbelief.
There was a blood hole between his eyebrows, which was transparent from front to back.
The look in his eyes disappeared quickly, and the breath of life on his body also disappeared quickly.
thump!
Huang Wen fell on the battle platform, without the slightest breath of life.
Huang Wen, dead!
At the scene, most of the people looked dull.
Huang Wen was actually killed by Lu Ming, which was unexpected by most people.
It is too exaggerated for the third level of the true god to actually kill the Tianjiao of the eighth level of the true god.
"Monster, it turns out that Lu Ming is a monster!"
"It's too perverted. No wonder the sect wants to make him a holy son. It turns out that his combat power is so terrifying!"
Many people muttered to themselves, and they finally knew why Longzhou Mountain conferred Lu Ming as the Holy Son.
Lu Ming, pervert, there is no doubt that the divine power he controls is definitely above the holy grade, otherwise it would be impossible to be so strong. When he becomes a god and a holy son, it is not a certainty.
"Damn it!"
The eyes of Shengzi Fuguang were cold, and Huang Wen fell, causing him to lose a general.
"Brother..."
In the crowd, Huang Wu let out a shrill scream, his face was as pale as snow, and his face was terrified.
He was in the area outside the Kongxuanzong's outer sect, and he depended entirely on his elder brother Huang Wen. Now that Huang Wen died, who else could he rely on in the future
He knew that the days to come would be sad for him.
"Clean up the battlefield!"
According to Long Zhoushan's instructions, someone went down immediately and took Huang Wen's body away.
"You, who will come to fight!"
Lu Ming looked at the people from the seven major factions.
"Moying, you go and kill him!"
Tianhong Shengzi ordered a young man behind him.
"This kid, I can't live!"
A young man in black robe behind Tianhong Shenzi stepped down and landed on the battle platform.
"It's him, Phantom!"
"Sage Tianhong directly sent this person to take action, it seems that he is determined to win!"
Many people were slightly startled.
In the previous Zongmen Grand Competition, Moying showed amazing strength. Although he is not as good as the top masters on the eight true gods, he is not too far behind.
The cultivation base of the phantom is the ninth level of the true god.
"Boy, your strength is indeed strong. I am really surprised that you can kill Huang Wen at the third level of the true god, but let your life end here!"
The phantom spoke sternly.
"Huang Wen said the same thing before, and then he died!"
Lu Ming replied simply, making Moying's face darken.
"Don't compare me with that trash, kill!"
The phantom yelled, and his figure came to Lu Ming, but when he was halfway through the charge, he suddenly disappeared.
"Speed magic skill? No, it's a secret technique!"
With a movement of Lu Ming's eyes, a spear appeared in his hand, sweeping around.
The gun light crushed past, but no trace of the phantom was found.
call out!
Suddenly, behind Lu Ming, there was a sharp whistling sound, and the phantom attacked him.
The other party, unknowingly, has already arrived behind Lu Ming.
"Get out!"
Lu Ming let out a low cry, his divine power gushed out like a wave, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of gun lights pierced out in all directions.
when!
In one direction, there was a cracking sound, and a figure was sent flying.
"Hey, it's useless, just die!"
The figure of the phantom flickered continuously, and in an instant, hundreds of figures appeared on the battle platform, constantly rotating around Lu Ming.
From time to time, a figure rushed towards Lu Ming, but was repelled by Lu Ming.
"You seem like you can't beat me."
Lu Ming sneered.
"Yeah?"
Suddenly, hundreds of figures stopped at the same time and gathered together.
"My arrangement has been completed, Lu Ming, go to hell, demon god curse!"
Moying sneered coldly, a thick black energy permeated his body, and he kept pinching the seal with his hands, and the next moment, a burst of power suddenly burst out from within Lu Ming's body.
This force is extremely evil, and I don't know when it rushed into Lu Ming's body. At this moment, it exploded, forming a series of dark and ferocious ghosts, roaring in Lu Ming's body, trying to devour Lu Ming's flesh and blood.
"I was planted by the demon god's curse, this kid, I'm doomed!"
Tianhong Shengzi sneered.
Shengzi Fuguang, Shengzi Zhixia and others all watched indifferently.
"Lu Ming!"
Yue Linglong and Wu Zifeng couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"Hahaha, Lu Ming, go to hell!"
The phantom laughed wildly.
As long as he planted the curse of the demon god, in the realm of true gods, almost no one can decipher it. Even those strong men on the list of true gods, once planted, it will be very dangerous.
"Was it planted by the collision at that time?"
Lu Ming whispered.
Before, the opponent collided with each other continuously, and every time there was a collision, Lu Ming felt a faint force rushing into his body.
Since the power was not strong, Lu Ming didn't care too much.
Now that I think about it, it's some kind of demon curse.
This demonic curse is somewhat similar to the Youlong Blood Curse laid down by Dragon Boat Mountain, but its power is far less powerful.
"dominate!"
With a movement in Lu Ming's heart, the master's divine power exploded with full force, covering the demon god with a curse.
chi chi...
Shrouded by the divine power of the ruler, those ghosts, like ice cubes meeting flames, immediately made a hissing sound and quickly melted and dissipated.
"You... How could you? How could you break my devil's spell?"
The phantom suddenly yelled inconceivably.
"Small tricks are also used to embarrass people!"
Lu Ming spoke indifferently, his body flickered, and he cast the Nine Heavens Kunpeng Art, killing towards the phantom.
"Even if you break my demon spell, you still can't kill me."
The phantom roared furiously, its eyes full of ferocity, and it turned into a series of figures, covering the battle platform.
"Yeah?"
Lu Ming's figure suddenly landed on the battle platform, and a burst of extreme cold power spread out from his soles. In an instant, it covered the entire battle platform and sealed the battle platform with ice.
In an instant, the battlefield turned into a frozen world.
The figure of the phantom froze all of a sudden, the soles of his feet were sealed by ice, and the hundreds of figures on the battle platform also disappeared.
"This is... the power of the coldest god, how did this kid cultivate it into the divine power of the coldest? Could it be that he has already cultivated the extreme coldness to the peak?"
"But it's only been a few decades since he started!"
Many inner sect elders were shocked.
The divine power that Lu Ming used before was not Chilling Divine Power.
Could it be that Lu Ming is practicing some kind of secret technique, which conceals the attribute of divine power.
But even so, how could it be possible for Lu Ming to cultivate the extreme cold power in just a few decades