Exhaling, displaying the original divine body, the prehistoric and ancient aura permeated the air.
Obviously, his original divine body is very powerful.
Ninth stage!
As soon as Lu Ming sensed it, he knew that the opponent's original divine body had already cultivated to the ninth stage, and it was not far from condensing the original divine blood.
Of course, it is not that simple to cross that step, it requires talent and opportunity.
Fully transformed into the original divine body, it attracted the attention of many people.
"It's such a powerful breath, Shenjun Yae!"
"Shenjun Yazhong vs Shenjun Wuzhong, there is no suspense!
"That one, seems to be a foreign aid invited by the Black Blood Palace!"
Many people talked about it.
The people in the Black Blood Palace even sneered.
In the other arenas, Han Feng, Qi Ping and others are also paying attention to this side.
In the previous battles, Han Feng and another young man from the Sacred Heart Tribe had won victories.
The three purple-eyed golden geese also won, but Qi Ping was unlucky. He met a master and was defeated, so his face was very ugly. Seeing that Lu Ming met a master, he sneered.
"Muyun is definitely going to admit defeat, I really hope he won't admit defeat."
There was a cold light in Qi Ping's eyes, and he really hoped that Lu Ming would be stupid and refuse to admit defeat, and then he would be killed.
Of course, he knew that this was impossible. Facing such an opponent, would Lu Ming admit defeat
"You, who wants to admit defeat?"
The referee Liu Fei Chuanfei said a word, but his eyes turned to Lu Ming.
In his opinion, the difference between Lu Ming and Chonghu is too great. In the realm of the gods, there is a threefold difference in cultivation. This is a huge gap.
It is impossible for Lu Ming to be Chong Hu's opponent.
He thought that Lu Ming would admit defeat.
However, Lu Ming shook his head.
He showed a ferocious smile.
He is a foreign aid hired by the Black Blood Palace at a great price, taking money from others to eliminate disasters for others.
The master of the Black Blood Palace had told him that if he met someone from the Fengdu Sword Sect during the competition, he would never show mercy, and it would be fine to kill the opponent with a ruthless hand.
He originally thought that Lu Ming would admit defeat, but he didn't expect that Lu Ming would not admit defeat. That would be even better, he would let Lu Ming know what regret is.
"You didn't admit defeat?"
Han Feng, Qiping and the others were also taken aback.
The difference is that Qi Ping is overjoyed.
"Haha, this kid is really stupid. He didn't admit defeat in the face of Shenjun Yazhong. He really wanted to die!"
Qi Ping almost laughed out loud.
As for Han Feng, he just snorted coldly, which was a pity.
Unfortunately, he couldn't kill Lu Ming with his own hands.
He originally wanted to kill Lu Ming with his own hands after this incident, but now it seems that Lu Ming is looking for death.
There is no need for him to do it himself.
Liu Feichuan was also slightly taken aback, but he stopped talking and said, "Since no one admits defeat, let's start the match!"
"kill!"
As soon as Liu Feichuan finished speaking, he charged towards Lu Ming.
Fully transformed into a primitive divine body, it was a giant bird with a flap of wings, bringing a destructive gust of wind, and swooped down on Lu Ming.
The wings were like knives, and they pressed towards Lu Ming. The terrifying power wanted to smash Lu Ming into pieces.
Faced with this blow, Lu Ming looked as usual.
Chonghu's combat power is good, but it is only the arrogance of the eight gods. In fact, some of the arrogances of various races that Lu Ming met in the dragon mother planet had already cultivated their original gods to the ninth level. stage.
Some people have even successfully condensed the original blood.
The top talents of these top big families are actually not weak.
Therefore, in Lu Ming's eyes, Chonghu is just an ordinary genius.
Just when Chonghu's wings were about to hit Lu Ming, Lu Ming made a move.
Swish!
His palm was like a knife, and he slashed out.
bump!
Lu Ming's palm collided with Chong Hu's wings, and a violent roar erupted. Then, the feathers flew, and Chong Hu's huge body flew back, blood splattering everywhere.
"What?"
But the eyes of everyone who pays attention to this side can't help but widen, revealing inconceivable expressions.
It wasn't Lu Ming who was knocked into the air, but Chong Hu.
Moreover, Chonghu retreated after being injured.
The fifth level of the gods, fighting head-on, actually wounded a Tianjiao of the eighth level of the gods with one move, how is this possible
The people in the Black Blood Palace were stunned, Han Feng, Qi Ping and others were also stunned, and they didn't turn their heads for a while.
Before everyone could react, Lu Ming rushed towards Chonghu.
"kill!"
Lu Ming yelled loudly, and punched out, the terrifying force of the fist pierced through the void, directly piercing Chonghu's wings, then Lu Ming grabbed the rushing tail with his backhand, swung it up and threw it towards the ground.
With a violent roar, Chong Hu was smashed to the ground, unable to maintain the original form of the divine body, and turned into an ordinary giant bird, twitching non-stop.
Although Chonghu was not dead, he was seriously injured and dying.
"this... "
Many people waited and watched the people here, everyone was in a daze.
This is the end
This wins
Shenjun Wuzhong defeated Shenjun Yazhong
"Hahaha!"
Head Wang had been mentally prepared for a long time, so he was the first to react, laughed loudly, and looked in the direction of the Black Blood Palace with a proud face.
At this time, everyone reacted.
The master of the Black Blood Palace, as well as the other masters of the Black Blood Palace, looked so ugly that they were dying.
"How can this be?"
Qi Ping, Han Feng and the others were dumbfounded, their eyeballs staring round.
They have been ridiculing Lu Ming and looking down on Lu Ming, especially Han Feng, who is just a fifth-level god, and he doesn't take him seriously at all.
Before, he kept mocking Lu Ming.
But Lu Ming used practical actions to slap him a few times, making his face extremely gloomy.
"Damn it!"
Han Feng drank coldly in his heart, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.
Lu Ming has become his target.
"interesting!"
"What a strong combat power!"
At this moment, some top talents in other battle stages were also attracted.
After all, if the fifth level of the gods can defeat the arrogance of the eighth level of the gods, it represents talent and combat power.
Although the current cultivation base is still low, once the cultivation base is raised, it will be very terrifying, which has attracted their attention.
"This battle, Mu Yun wins!"
Liu Feichuan reacted and announced Lu Ming's victory.
In this way, Lu Ming won two consecutive victories.
Lu Ming left the battle stage calmly, but it was different from before. Many people's eyes were on him.
It is conceivable that when he plays next time, he will attract more attention.
After Lu Ming left the arena, his eyes were also looking at other arenas.
In every battle arena, there are extremely powerful Tianjiao, at least one quasi-emperor, and in some battle arenas, there are more than one.
These people are very powerful, and when others encounter them, they almost admit defeat.
The competition proceeded one by one, and soon it was Lu Ming's turn to play again.
But this time, the opponent was only Shenjun Liuzhong. When he saw Lu Ming, he immediately gave up.