Eastern stands.

"Lu Ming, it's a little bastard Lu Ming. He is really overestimating his abilities and really comes to challenge the bronze platform."

Beside Yao Tianyu, the young man in red robe screamed.

"It's true that overestimates one's ability, but it's just right. At that time, we can send someone to kill him. Brother Yao, what do you think?"

Another young man said coldly, then looked at Yao Tianyu.

Yao Tianyu looked at Lu Ming on the platform, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes and said, "Yes!"

He has always wanted to find an opportunity to kill Lu Ming. Since Lu Ming is now running on the bronze platform himself, he naturally will not miss this opportunity.

In the stands in several other directions, some geniuses on the bronze list also looked at Lu Ming with curiosity.

On the bronze platform.

"Lu Ming, do you really want to challenge the Bronze Platform?"

The middle-aged referee asked in surprise.

"good!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Okay, since you have decided on your own, I won't stop you. Then the challenge will begin now."

The middle-aged referee announced very simply.

On the side of the battle stand, Feng Xinglie looked at Lu Ming curiously, his eyes flashed with light, then his body moved and flew into the northern stands, and looked at it with interest.

At this time, the referee had announced that the scene had become quiet and everyone watched it seriously.

Just now, the last newcomer king had just successfully reached the Bronze List. Immediately, the newcomer king this year began to challenge again. It was really interesting to think about it. This has never happened in the history of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Ming, how far can he go?

Many people have a curiosity.

"Who will fight me first!"

Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.

The Bronze Platform Challenge, the five games started, are relatively casual, and anyone can go up to challenge.

But after five games, people with the same winning streak must be needed to fight against each other, otherwise, they will not be able to show their strength at all.

People below the ninth level of the martial arts master were silent directly.

Although they felt that Lu Ming would not win a few games, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he had already achieved combat power comparable to the ninth level of the martial artist.

"I'll fight you."

A figure jumped onto the battlefield quickly.

"It's Duanmu Jinming from the White Tiger Academy. It is said that his cultivation level has reached the mid-stage of the ninth level of the Martial Arts."

As soon as this person came on stage, screams came from around him.

Duanmu Jinming, about twenty years old, had a pale face and a gloomy eyes. He stared at Lu Ming at this time and sneered: "Lu Ming, you don't know how to endure it. You actually came to challenge the bronze platform now. Haha, I will let you stop the first game. The newcomer king challenged the bronze platform and stopped the first game. Such a thing will definitely create a record of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and be remembered forever."

Duanmu Jinming's tone was filled with sneer and mockery.

"It turns out that it is the first one of your Duanmu family to come up, but I found that your Duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, they have no ability, and they are perfect in their own way."

Lu Ming said lightly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Duanmu family members were furious at the scene.

"Damn it, damn it, you dare to underestimate my Duanmu family."

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a ruthless move and kill him and let him know the power of my Duanmu family."

"Born him!"

......

Duanmu Jinming's eyes were also extremely gloomy and he said coldly: "Lu Ming, you will pay a heavy price for your words."

Duanmu Jinming, the long sword was unsheathed, and a white sword light emerged from the sword, extremely sharp.

Lu Ming waved his hand, and a giant sword that was wide and 1.5 meters long appeared in his hand.

This giant sword was left by Zheng Gan before.

There is no need to use a fire-print gun to deal with such a minion.

And Lu Ming also wants to try it out. After the physical body is lifted, can he use such a giant sword to exert the power of the Liuguang Sword Technique?

"Okay, I don't need to say more about the rules, now the showdown begins."

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Let's take action quickly. I don't have that much time, and there are more than ten competitions in the future."

Lu Ming said lightly.

The tone was full of disdain, and he had no expression to take Duanmu Jinming seriously at all. He also said that there were more than ten competitions in Houman, as if he could really win ten consecutive games.

"The nest is really crazy."

"No, I'm too proud, but the more proud I am, the more I am, I'm embarrassed to be defeated later."

There was a lot of discussion around.

"Damn it, I won't ruin you."

Duanmu Jinming roared angrily, moved his body and continued to rush towards Lu Ming.

"Tiger Sword Art!"

Duanmu Jinming let out a long roar, and the battle sword was slashed out. On the battle sword, there was a faint shadow of a tiger, which was extremely powerful, and slashed towards Lu Ming.

"The middle stage of the ninth level of the martial arts master, is this the strength?"

Lu Ming glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth and slashed out with a sword.

This sword is very direct, not any sword technique, it is just a random slash, completely slashed with brute force.

when!

This sword directly slashed Duanmu Jinming's battle sword, and then everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's battle sword was bent and deformed, and the sword body slammed heavily on Duanmu Jinming's own chest.

Duanmu Jinming's eyes instantly protruded.

boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body flew backward like a cannonball, flying out more than twenty meters, then slid on the battle platform for more than ten meters and landed on the battle platform.

The audience suddenly fell into a deadly quiet, and the atmosphere seemed to have frozen at this moment.

Many people were even talking loudly about Lu Ming’s arrogant words, but at this moment, their expressions were stiff.

One sword, only one sword was used, and an ordinary sword directly blasted Duanmu Jinming out of the battle platform.

Is this too strong?

The gap is too big, right?

"Okay, Senior Brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and screamed excitedly.

At this time, the others also reacted.

"This...is too amazing, right? One trick to solve Duanmu Jinming?"

"Indeed, it seems that I underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late stage of the Ninth Level of the Martial Artist, or even the peak of the Ninth Level of the Martial Artist."

"This strength has won five consecutive victories, so there should be no big problem."

"The newcomer king is the newcomer king, so we still underestimate him."

Many of his faces became solemn, and those who had despised Lu Ming before felt their faces even more red.

"Who else comes up to fight!"

Lu Ming didn't even look at Duanmu Jinming who had fallen off the battlefield, and his eyes continued to look around.

"I'll do it!"

Then, a young man jumped onto the battlefield.

"Junior Brother Lu Ming, please give me some advice."

This young man has the late stage of the ninth level of the martial arts master, but he dare not look down on Lu Ming anymore and said politely.

"It's easy to say, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

boom!

This young man used an iron rod, waving, whistling endlessly, and his power was extremely extraordinary.

Lu Ming was a little polite to this young man, and took ten moves before he knocked him off the battlefield.

Two consecutive victories.

(End of this chapter)


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