Lu Ming swept his gaze across the entire place. When he saw the charred bodies, he could roughly guess what had happened.
A cold and sharp killing intent burst out of his heart.
Although martial artists had great power, they had their own rules and pride. Generally, martial artists disdained to kill ordinary people.
But these disciples of Shifang Sword Sect had lost their bottom line. In order to achieve their goal, they would do anything.
Lu Ming's killing intent had never been so strong.
Feeling Lu Ming's killing intent, the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect narrowed their eyes.
Zheng Qian frowned slightly.
He remembered that he had sent nine people in that direction, but until now, not only did no one come, but a strange young man also came.
Something was wrong! Zheng Qian's expression changed.
Lu Ming walked step by step. It seemed very slow, but in fact, it was very fast. In a few breaths, he came to the front of the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect.
"Boy, how did you come here? And where are the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect over there? Did you see them? "
A disciple of Shifang Sword Sect shouted.
"I saw them, but they're all dead."
Lu Ming responded indifferently.
More than 20 disciples of Shifang Sword Sect changed their faces. Someone shouted, "Say, how did they die?"
Lu Ming smiled coldly. With a wave of his hand, the Fire-patterned Spear appeared. A powerful aura burst out and he said, "Of course they were killed by me. Now, I'll send you down to accompany them."
"Killed by you? Brat, you've got guts. "
"Little bastard, how dare you kill the disciples of Shifang Sword Sect. You're dead. Not only you, but your family is also dead."
"Say, what method did you use to sneak attack?"
"You want to kill us? You're overestimating yourself. I'll kill you."
Lu Ming's words caused an uproar. A burly young man strode out, holding a giant sword, and chopped at Lu Ming's head.
If this sword hit, it would definitely cut Lu Ming in half.
Whoosh!
A bolt of lightning flashed, and the burly young man's body suddenly stiffened.
With a clang, his sword fell to the ground. Then, he grabbed his throat with both hands. His eyes were wide open like a dead fish, revealing a look of disbelief.
There was a bloody hole in his throat, and blood kept flowing out.
The Chasing Thunder of the Fire Astral Spear Art was the fastest move in the Fire Astral Spear Art.
The disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect did not even see how Lu Ming made his move.
"Those who kill will be killed by others. If you want to kill me, then you must be prepared to be killed."
Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.
The burly young man fell to the ground and struggled for a few moments before losing all signs of life.
"Well done!"
The dozen or so stone pickers roared in their hearts. Although they didn't dare to say it out loud, they were extremely happy.
Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "What fast speed. Everyone, attack together and kill him together."
"Kill!"
"Die!"
All of a sudden, more than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect roared. They leaped high into the air and slashed out streaks of sharp Sword Auras toward Lu Ming.
The weakest among these disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect was a sixth-level Martial Master, while the strongest was an eighth-level Martial Master.
With more than a dozen people working together, their momentum was extremely terrifying. Even a ninth-level Martial Master expert would be chopped to death by the chaotic swords.
However, Lu Ming did not move at all. He didn't even blink his eyes.
"Fire Astral Spear Art — Fire Dance!"
Suddenly, Lu Ming held the end of the spear in his hand and stabbed forward with the long spear.
Hu hu …
The sound of the long spear vibrating could be heard. Then, fiery red flames appeared in the air. These flames were crimson, poignant, and beautiful. They were like flaming flowers and dancing flames.
When the flaming flowers bloomed, screams could be heard from the scene.
More than a dozen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect retreated as their blood drifted in the air.
More than a dozen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect had a bloody hole in their throat or heart.
In one move, thirteen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect were dead!
However, Lu Ming did not stop at all. He strode forward and swept out his long spear.
"Moon Seizing!"
Peng peng …
A series of bone-breaking sounds could be heard. Eight youths of the Ten Directions Sword Sect flew far away.
They fell to the ground and stopped breathing after a while.
Like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, it completely swept through.
This was Lu Ming's current combat strength.
The Fire Astral Spear Art had been cultivated to the second level. Coupled with the fact that his cultivation had broken through to the early eighth-level Martial Master, his combat strength had increased to a terrifying level.
On the field, there were only three disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect left.
One was Zheng Qian, the other was a ninth-level Martial Master expert.
The last one was the young man with a flat nose. He was standing close to the stone pickers, so Lu Ming's attack did not reach him.
At this moment, the young man with a flat nose had a miserable expression. His legs were trembling non-stop.
As for Zheng Qian, his expression was extremely solemn.
"Your combat strength is very strong, but you have killed so many disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect. From now on, no one can save you."
Zheng Qian said in a cold voice.
"As long as I kill all of you, who will know that I did it?"
Lu Ming smiled indifferently.
"Hahaha, you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong and I don't have full confidence in killing you. But you want to kill me? I will let you clearly understand how laughable your words are! "
Zheng Qian pointed his sword at Lu Ming. A powerful red sword Qi was swallowing and spitting out.
"Junior Brother Zhao, let's kill him together."
Zheng Qian suddenly shouted. His figure exploded as he slashed at Lu Ming with his sword.
The battle sword slashed through the air, producing an ear-piercing sonic boom.
At the same time, on the other side, the ninth-level Martial Master disciple of the Ten Directions Sword Sect also exploded and attacked Lu Ming with his sword.
Swish!
Lu Ming struck upwards.
Clang! Clang!
The long spear and the two battle swords collided, producing a violent vibration.
Lu Ming's figure shook slightly as he took three steps back.
Zheng Qian was also thrown back a few meters and landed on the ground.
As for the ninth-level Martial Master youth, he was thrown back more than ten meters and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This Zheng Qian, what a strong strength!"
Lu Ming's gaze moved.
Although it was only a single move, Lu Ming could feel that the power of Zheng Qian's battle sword was incomparably powerful, like a stormy sea.
Compared to him, the other ninth-level Martial Master youth was trash.
He was definitely not weaker than He Tie.
The reason why Lu Ming retreated was basically because of Zheng Qian.
At this moment, Zheng Qian's heart was also incomparably shocked.
Lu Ming's strength was also beyond his expectations. He was not weaker than him in the slightest and was even stronger.
"Kill!"
There was nothing to say. The two sides were already mortal enemies. Only when one side fell would it end. The two sides fought again.
Zheng Qian and Lu Ming both unleashed their bloodline.
This time, Zheng Qian was the main attacker while the other ninth-level Martial Master youth attacked from the side.
For a moment, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.
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