Lu Ming glanced at the whole place and saw the blackened charcoal. He could already imagine what happened.
In his heart, cold and murderous intent burst out.
Although warriors have mastered powerful power, warriors have warrior rules, and warriors also have warrior pride. Ordinary warriors disdain to kill ordinary people.
But these disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect have lost their bottom line and will use any means to achieve their goals.
Lu Ming's murderous intention has never been so strong.
Feeling the murderous intent in Lu Ming's body, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect's eyes narrowed.
Zheng Qian frowned slightly.
He remembered that he had sent nine people in that direction, but so far, not only had no one come, but a strange young man had also arrived.
Something is wrong! Zheng Qian’s expression changed.
Lu Ming took one step at a time, seemingly very slowly, but in fact, very quickly, within a few breaths, he arrived in front of the disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect.
"Boy, how did you get here? Where are the disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect over there? Have you seen them?"
A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted loudly.
"I saw them, but they were all dead."
Lu Ming responded indifferently.
The expressions of the more than twenty disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect changed one after another, and someone shouted: "Tell me, how did you die?"
Lu Ming smiled coldly, waved his hand, the fire pattern gun appeared, and a powerful aura burst out, saying: "Of course he was killed by me. Now, I will send you down to accompany them."
"Killed by you? Boy, you are so brave."
"You little bastard, if you dare to kill my disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, you are dead. Not only you, but your family is also dead."
"Tell me, what method did you use to sneak attack?"
"You still want to kill us, you don't know your own strength, I will kill you."
Lu Ming's words caused a commotion, and a burly young man strode out, holding a giant sword, and struck at Lu Ming's head with one strike.
If this sword hit, it would definitely split Lu Ming in half.
Bah!
A flash of lightning passed away, and the tall young man's figure suddenly froze.
With a clang, his sword fell to the ground, and then he held his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes staring out like dead fish, showing an incredible look.
There was already a bloody hole in his throat and the blood was flowing.
The Gang Fire Spear Technique: Chasing Lightning is the fastest move in the Gang Fire Spear Technique.
The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect around him didn't even see how Lu Ming took action.
"People will always kill murderers. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."
Lu Ming's indifferent voice sounded.
The burly young man fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and lost his breath.
"Good kill!"
The dozen or so stone pickers roared in their hearts. Although they did not dare to shout out, they felt extremely happy in their hearts.
Zheng Qian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "It's so fast. Let's all take action together and work together to kill him."
"kill!"
"Go to hell!"
Suddenly, more than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect roared, jumped up high, and slashed at Lu Ming from the front with sharp sword energy.
Among these disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, the weakest are at the sixth level of martial arts, and the strongest are at the eighth level.
More than a dozen people worked together, and the momentum was so terrifying that even a master of the ninth level of martial arts would be hacked to death by random swords.
But Lu Ming remained motionless, not even blinking.
"Gang Fire Spear Technique - Fire Dance!"
Huo Ran, Lu Ming held the tail of the gun in his hand, swung the spear and stabbed forward.
Whoosh...
The sound of the spear vibrating was heard, and then, fiery red flames suddenly appeared in the air. These flames were red, sad and beautiful, like flowers of fire, and like dancing flames.
When the flame flower bloomed, screams suddenly sounded from the scene.
More than a dozen Shifang Sword Sect disciples all retreated out, blood flying in the air, extremely miserable.
More than a dozen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect all have blood holes in their throats or hearts.
With one move, thirteen disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect died!
But Lu Ming didn't hesitate at all, he strode forward and his spear swept out.
"Hold the moon!"
Bump...
A series of sounds of broken bones were heard, and eight young men from the Shifang Sword Sect flew away far away.
He fell to the ground and lost his breath for a while.
Devastated and completely swept away.
This is Lu Ming's current combat power.
After cultivating the Xuan-level low-grade martial arts Gang Fire Spear Technique to the second level, and with his cultivation breaking through the early stage of the eighth-level martial arts master, his combat power has increased to a terrifying level.
On the field, there were only three disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect left.
A Zheng Qian, a master of the ninth level of martial arts.
There was another young man with a flat nose. Because he was standing close to the stone pickers, Lu Ming's attack did not cover him.
At this time, the face of the young man with a flat nose changed drastically, and his calves kept shaking.
And Zheng Qian's face became extremely solemn.
"You are very powerful in combat, but you have killed so many disciples of my Shifang Sword Sect. From now on, no one in heaven or on earth can save you."
Zheng Qian said in a cold voice.
"As long as I kill you all, who will know it was me?"
Lu Ming smiled indifferently.
"Hahaha, you want to kill me? I admit that you are very strong, and I am not completely sure that I can kill you, but you want to kill me? I will let you clearly understand how ridiculous your words are!"
Zheng Qian's sword was pointed at Lu Ming, a powerful red sword energy, hesitating.
"Junior Brother Zhao, kill him together."
Zheng Qian suddenly shouted loudly, stood up suddenly, and slashed at Lu Ming with his sword.
The war sword slashed through the air, and a harsh sonic boom sounded.
At the same time, on the other side, the disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect of the ninth level of martial arts also broke out and struck Lu Ming with one sword.
Whoosh!
Lu Ming lifted up.
Dang! Dang!
The spear intersected with the two swords, causing a violent vibration.
Lu Ming's body swayed slightly and he took three steps back.
Zheng Qian was also thrown back a few meters and landed on the ground.
As for the young man with the ninth level of martial arts, he was thrown back more than ten meters and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"This Zheng Qian is so powerful!"
Lu Ming's eyes moved.
Although it was just a single move, Lu Ming felt that the power spread by Zheng Qian's sword was extremely powerful, as continuous as a stormy sea.
Compared with another young man with the ninth level of martial arts, he is rubbish.
Definitely not weaker than He Tie.
The reason why Lu Ming retired was basically because of Zheng Qian.
At this time, Zheng Qian was also extremely horrified.
Lu Ming's strength was beyond his expectation. He was not weaker than him at all, or even stronger.
"kill!"
There is nothing to say, the two sides are already mortal enemies, and it will only end if one side falls, and the two sides are fighting together again.
Both Zheng Qian and Zheng Qian burst out with blood.
This time, Zheng Qian was the main attacker, while the young man from the ninth level of martial arts was making a sneak attack from the side.
For a moment, Lu Ming was somewhat passive.
As for the young man with a flat nose, he couldn't intervene at all and could only watch anxiously from the side.