"Lu Ming, they left it to me!"
When Lan Shang opened his mouth, the halos on his body became even more dazzling. These halos, like magic knives, hovered around Lan Shang's body, aiming at those arrogances.
"Hmph, isn't he just a god, just kill him!"
Feng Wuqi drank coldly, full of murderous intent.
With their strength, how can they be afraid of the gods
What's more, how strong is Lan Shang who only uses his soul to become a god
boom!
Feng Wuqi made a move, stepped on the void, and killed Lan Shang, slapped his palms, and suppressed Lan Shang.
Feng Wuqi is a million meters high at this moment, and Lan Shang is like dust in front of him.
But on Lan Shang's body, a halo lit up, illuminating the area, like a magic knife, slashing towards Feng Wuqi, with a bang, the attacks of the two collided together, Feng Wuqi's body trembled wildly, and he retreated again and again.
Then, Lan Shang stepped forward, and the rays of light filled the air, trying to envelop all the eight mountain masters.
"Uncle Lan, that guy, leave it to me!"
Lu Ming pointed at Murong Qiushui and said to Lan Shang.
"This person is very strong, you have to be careful!"
Lan Shang sent a voice transmission to Lu Ming, and then the rays of light burst out, killing Feng Wuqi and the others, enveloping Feng Wuqi, Feng Qingxue and the other seven powerhouses, and the rays of light shrouded these people away.
And Lu Ming stepped forward, heading towards Murong Qiushui.
"Murong Qiushui, it's just the two of us now, let's fight!"
The Bashen Spear in Lu Ming's hand pointed at Murong Qiushui.
"Do you think that if I'm the only one left, I won't be able to take you down? Well, in this way, your original divine blood will also be mine!"
Murong Qiushui sneered, even though Lan Shang appeared and blocked the others, his face was still calm and full of confidence.
"Then let me see what you are capable of!"
Lu Ming stepped into the void, his body was like a phantom, and he rushed towards Murong Qiushui. With a shock of the Bashen Spear, a bright spear pierced towards Murong Qiushui.
All around, the beating of countless people accelerated.
Lu Ming, we are going to fight Murong Qiushui, who is stronger
Could it be that there is going to be a change in being number one on the list of god kings today
"Give me an explosion!"
Murong Qiushui roared, and the nine flying knives beside him vibrated violently, and then an astonishing aura erupted, the knives glowing vertically and horizontally.
This is to inspire the power after cutting off the shackles.
"kill!"
With a furious look, Qiushui drank loudly, and the nine flying knives turned into nine frightened dragons, and flew towards Lu Ming at an extremely fast speed.
However, Lu Ming had been prepared for a long time, and his spiritual consciousness locked on to the nine flying knives, and the Bashen Spear burst out.
Dangdangdang...
The tip of the spear collided with the nine flying knives continuously, and a thunderous roar erupted, and then the nine flying knives were sent flying.
But as soon as the nine flying knives were knocked out, they turned in one direction and continued to attack Lu Lu, unpredictable and powerful.
However, Lu Ming is not what it used to be now, the Bashen Spear kept stabbing out, and each time, he accurately knocked nine throwing knives into the air, and he kept approaching Murong Qiushui.
boom!
Finally, Lu Ming pressed down with a shot, and the huge gun light pressed down on Murong Qiushui, completely locking Murong Qiushui.
Murong Qiushui's expression changed, his body was filled with thousands of streams of water, covering his body with shields.
At the same time, he controlled nine flying knives and killed Lu Ming.
On Lu Ming's body, the original secret arts continued to emerge. He used all the original secret arts and blocked all the flying knives.
When the Tyrant God Spear was pressed down, all of Murong Qiushui's attacks were crushed, and there was a bang, when the Tyrant God Spear was pressed down, Murong Qiushui's body shook wildly, and flew out like a shell.
"This is all your strength? Use whatever hole cards you have!"
Lu Ming's voice came out.
Murong Qiushui's strength at this moment, although strong, is only a little bit stronger than Feng Wuqi's by relying on the mystery of the flying knife.
No. 1 on the list of god kings, the existence of an invincible existence, just this little strength
"Okay, okay, okay, how many years, no one can force me to use my full strength, Lu Ming, you are the first!"
Murong Qiushui roared loudly, his eyes flickered ferociously, and then roared loudly, as if a volcano erupted from his body, an even more astonishing aura erupted.
"The breath has doubled, this is a secret technique!"
Lu Ming's heart moved, he speculated that Murong Qiushui should have mastered a secret technique, similar to the battle formula, which can double the strength.
Murong Qiushui was already very strong, but if his strength was doubled, his combat power would naturally be even more astonishing.
buzz...
The nine flying knives were suspended beside Murong Qiushui, vibrating constantly due to the input of too much power.
"Die to me!" Murong Qiushui yelled, and the nine flying knives turned into nine brilliant rainbow lights, rushing towards Lu Ming at an astonishing speed.
This time the power is even more astonishing than before, twice as strong.
"bring it on!"
Lu Ming shook the Bashen Spear, and the gorgeous gun light burst out, and every spear light pierced a flying knife.
A terrifying shock erupted, and a big explosion occurred in this area.
Every time it collides, it's like a star exploding, with energy sweeping in all directions. If it is outside, it will definitely destroy the world.
"The power is so strong, I'm afraid it's not as simple as doubling!"
The continuous collisions made Lu Ming's palms feel numb.
Lu Ming lamented that the secret art practiced by Murong Qiushui is definitely not trivial. Although it is not as good as Zhan Zi Jue, it can at least double its strength by three or four times.
This is definitely a rare secret technique.
Murong Qiushui is worthy of being the Chosen One chosen by the Life Soul Yuanshi, he is too strong, his strength is truly astonishing.
Among all the arrogances Lu Ming met, except for the always unpredictable Emperor Jianyi, in the same level battle, I am afraid that no one is Murong Qiushui's opponent.
The prehistoric universe is too big, with countless races, and the number of Tianjiao is even more unknown.
Although Lu Ming is monstrous, there may not be anyone more monstrous than Lu Ming.
For example, mastering some heaven-defying magical skills, mastering some heaven-defying secret techniques, and even mastering a few original ancient characters, there may not be no Tianjiao.
When encountering such a person, it is unrealistic to want to fight across several realms.
Facing Murong Qiushui, Lu Ming's cultivation base was lowered by one level, and without using his original body, Lu Ming was somewhat lost after all.
"Then, come on!"
With a thought in Lu Ming's mind, that drop of primitive divine blood began to move in his heart, turning into thousands of blood energy, blending into Lu Ming's countless blood lights, and then blending into his physical body.
In Lu Ming's body, there was a faint sound of dragon chant.
At this moment, Lu Ming felt his body was full of explosive power.
Lu Ming activated the original divine blood, but he did not transform into a dragon, but still maintained a human form.
Then, a gun swept out, and a huge gun light swept across all directions, bombarding the nine flying knives.