"You're a slasher, you're going to die!" Lu Mingjun's clothes were torn to pieces, and the bones were visible from several sword wounds. He was bleeding and screaming.
After all, King Xiaoyao is an old man who is several hundred years old, so he cannot be so dishonorable.
"I'm a fool!" King Xiaoyao started to curse loudly as he was slapping him. It's not that King Xiaoyao didn't want to look decent, it was Lu Mingjun who helped him look decent.
Lu Mingjun concentrated all his strength and hit the person with a knee kick. It hurt at the root. It was really heartbreaking pain!
By the end of the fight, both of them had lost much strength, and their punches were even a little limp.
Lu Mingjun was already cursing loudly in his heart. The old bastard in the mountaineering realm was almost dead, but he was still so resistant and had such strong vitality.
The bastard who has lived for hundreds of years should have died hundreds of years ago, but he is still holding on, and it makes no sense to live for such a long time!
"Today I will send you to the ultimate bliss to meet the Buddha. No, you have done so many evil things in this life that you will never see the Buddha. You should go to hell to meet the Skinner!"
Lu Mingjun relied on the dirty tricks he learned in the alleys and gained the upper hand for a while.
When King Xiaoyao was in pain, Lu Mingjun used his fists to caress King Xiaoyao's temples, and then punched King Xiaoyao's eyes.
Lu Mingjun looked up to the sky and took a long breath. This action instantly drained away all the remaining inner strength. There was really not a drop left!
Taking advantage of King Xiaoyao's lack of time to react, Lu Mingjun jumped into the air with his feet, spread them out like scissors, and instantly grabbed King Xiaoyao's neck.
This stunt in the streets and alleys, the deadly scissor kick, locks Xiaoyao Wang's neck tightly.
"ah!"
Lu Mingjun roared, his waist and horse united, and he used all his strength to twist hard.
"Click!"
The cervical vertebra was torn, and King Xiaoyao's restless hands and feet suddenly lost their movement, his pupils dilated, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
The lord of Xiaoyao Castle, King Xiaoyao, finally died at the feet of Lu Mingjun's fatal scissors. I wonder if this is an irony.
Will he regret that he offended Lu Mingjun? King Xiaoyao will only regret that he did not try his best to kill Lu Mingjun earlier before he reached the middle stage of Martial God.
Lu Mingjun's body was stained with blood. He kicked away King Xiaoyao's body and fell to the ground. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, he felt as if his whole body had been hollowed out and collapsed.
The fatigue caused by the withdrawal of adrenaline hormones made his eyes bulge. He was very tired, extremely tired.
Now he felt like his whole body was being pricked by needles, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to die. He hadn't noticed just now, but a few of his ribs were broken, his hands and feet were numb, his meridians were ruptured, and his Achilles tendons were in excruciating pain.
The epidermis was still oozing blood, and although it was stopped a little with internal force, the amount could not withstand it. An ordinary person would have died eight hundred times a long time ago.
His right shoulder seemed to be somewhat dislocated. Lu Mingjun was lying on the ground and didn't want to worry about it. His biggest wish at this time was to have a good sleep.
But looking at the weather, we are on the beach, and the tide is about to rise. If I fall asleep, with my current physical condition, I will probably see my floating body on the Pacific Ocean tomorrow.
After some mental struggle, Lu Mingjun endured the discomfort and got up. He groped around King Xiaoyao for a while and found a few pills to repair the injury. He opened his mouth and swallowed it, regaining his energy a little.
He grabbed one of King Xiaoyao's legs with one hand, made a seal with one hand, and quickly created an ice coffin out of thin air next to King Xiaoyao, and threw the person into it.