Whoosh! Whoosh!
Then, Lu Ming thrusted his spear twice in a row.
The two spears were as fast as lightning, like two meteors streaking across the sky, illuminating the horizon with blazing flames.
Boom! Boom!
Then, the two meteors suddenly exploded, and a terrifying and violent power erupted in an instant.
Sword Qi, saber light, and blazing spear light swept out from the place where the three of them collided.
Several silver-robed elders laid down a heavy defense, protecting the tables, chairs, and the disciples of the four courtyards behind them.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this time, a saber and a sword flew far away. At the same time, two screams were heard as two figures were thrown out, blood splattering in the sky.
It was Jian Wuchen and the young man with a saber.
When the light dissipated, Lu Ming stood motionless with his spear in hand.
Victory, Lu Ming won.
He fought two geniuses of the Qilin Academy alone, and it was still only one move. He swept his opponents with an unstoppable force.
Too tyrannical.
No matter what kind of genius you are, no matter what kind of special bloodline you have, one man with one spear will sweep the world.
Everyone seemed to have seen such a scene.
The clothes of Jian Wuchen and the young man with a saber were torn, and there were wounds on their bodies. They were in a sorry state.
Lu Ming walked step by step toward Jian Wuchen, looking down at him, and said indifferently, "I said that I would defeat you in three moves. Now, it's just three moves!"
"Lu Ming, just you wait. Sooner or later, I will kill you."
Jian Wuchen looked at Lu Ming crazily, his eyes full of malevolence.
"Look, you're here again. Didn't you just say that? A person who doesn't have the ability to talk big is a joke. Now, you can't even be considered a joke. "
Lu Ming mocked.
"Speak, speak. I, Jian Wuchen, swear that I will return today's humiliation to you tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold. I will torture you. I will wantonly humiliate Qiu Yue in front of you. I will make you suffer so much that you wish you were dead. I will make you regret what you did today."
Jian Wuchen roared like a mad dog. The murderous intent in his eyes was so dense that it almost materialized.
He already hated Lu Ming to the bone. That bastard trash actually dared to injure and defeat him in front of so many people. In his opinion, this was a great humiliation.
Of course, he wouldn't think about humiliating others. In his opinion, it was only right.
Lu Ming smiled, but there was a cold murderous intent in his smile.
"I, Lu Ming, hate it the most when people threaten me. You shouldn't have threatened me."
Lu Ming's voice turned cold, and the killing intent on his body was not concealed at all.
Jian Wu Chen's heart couldn't help but turn cold as he shouted, "What do you want?"
"What are you doing? Didn't you just say that you wanted to cripple me? Now that you've come to threaten me, in order to prevent future troubles, of course I have to cripple you. "
Lu Ming smiled faintly.
"Cripple me? You dare? Lu Ming, you are a piece of trash. Do you know who I am? I have a special bloodline, a disciple of the Qilin Courtyard, the future overlord of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, the future pillar. You dare to cripple me? "
Jian Wuchen laughed as if he had heard a joke.
But he only laughed halfway before he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because he found that Lu Ming's eyes were cold and firm, unshakable.
His heart turned cold as a bone-piercing chill rose from his tailbone and rushed to the top of his head. He hurriedly shouted, "No, don't …"
Whoosh!
Before he could finish his words, Lu Ming's long spear pierced his dantian, shattering the cyclone in his dantian.
Jian Wuchen was stunned for a long time before he let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Ahhhh, my dantian, my cultivation, Lu Ming, you bastard, trash, you actually crippled my cultivation. You will die a horrible death!"
Hiss …
Gasps could be heard from the audience.
Lu Ming really crippled Jian Wuchen's cultivation.
What a decisive character, what a ruthless method, and what guts.
Jian Wuchen was a peerless genius of the Qilin Courtyard. He had a special bloodline and was the focus of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. He had been hiding in secret for fear of being assassinated by other sects.
But now, his cultivation had been crippled by someone from his own sect.
"It's good that you crippled him. If it were me, I wouldn't hesitate either."
Ling Kong's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said coldly.
The others were speechless. Who was like you, a monster who didn't care about the consequences?
"Lu Ming, you're finished. You crippled my cultivation. You can't escape. I'm a genius of the Qilin Courtyard. The sect will definitely seek justice for me. You're dead."
Jian Wuchen still roared.
But Lu Ming's face was incomparably calm. He looked at Jian Wuchen indifferently and said, "Idiot!"
"What?"
Jian Wuchen was a little stunned.
"Let me ask you, what are you relying on?"
Lu Ming suddenly asked.
Jian Wuchen desperately clutched his dantian in a daze.
The others were also the same. They didn't know why Lu Ming asked this question.
"Your reliance is nothing more than your special bloodline and your talent. You rely on your special bloodline and think that you're high and mighty. You look down on others and treat them as trash.
"With your special bloodline, the sect has to take care of you in every way possible and spend a lot of resources to nurture you. All of this is brought about by your bloodline and talent."
Lu Ming said.
"Yes, I was born noble. How can you be envious?" Jian Wuchen said.
Lu Ming smiled faintly. He looked down at Jian Wuchen and said word by word, "However, the talent that you think you have is better than trash in front of me. Your so-called talent is nothing in front of me."
"Do you think the sect will punish me, a person whose talent is far above yours, for a trash like you whose cultivation has been crippled? Is it possible? "
Rumble!
Every word of Lu Ming's was like a thunderclap that exploded in Jian Wuchen's mind.
Yes, Lu Ming's talent is far above mine. His value to the Mystic Essence Sword Sect is also far above mine. Why would they punish Lu Ming for a trash like me?
It's impossible. Maybe the sect's higher-ups will even spare no effort to nurture Lu Ming.
"No, no, it's not like this. It can't be, it can't be."
Jian Wuchen roared in despair. He couldn't accept all this.
He knew that he could only be crippled in vain. The sect would never stand up for him.
The others also came to a realization. It was indeed so.
Lu Ming's talent was comparable to geniuses like Duanmu Lin and Feng Wuji. Ordinary special bloodlines were inferior to him. How could they really punish him?
"Today is Brother Mu Yun's big day. Hurry up and take him away from me!"
Lu Ming no longer looked at Jian Wuchen, who was like a pile of mud, and turned his gaze to the saber-wielding youth.
At this time, the saber-wielding youth and the strong youth were scared out of their wits. They didn't dare to say anything. They quickly dragged Jian Wuchen, who was still shouting, out of the courtyard.
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