"Lu Ming, this little bastard, Lu Ming, really overestimates his abilities and actually comes to challenge the Bronze Platform."
Beside Yao Tianyu, the young man in red robe shouted.
"It's true that we don't overestimate our capabilities, but it's just right. We can send people up to kill him when the time comes. Senior 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, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said: "Okay!"
He had always wanted to find an opportunity to kill Lu Ming. Now that Lu Ming ran onto the bronze platform, he would not let go of this opportunity.
In the stands in other directions, some geniuses on the bronze list also looked at Lu Ming with curious faces.
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 made your own decision, I won't stop you. Let the challenge begin now."
The middle-aged referee announced simply.
At the edge of the fighting platform, Feng Xinglie glanced at Lu Ming very curiously, his eyes flashed, and then he moved and flew up to the northern stand, watching with interest.
At this time, the referee had already announced, and the scene became quiet, and everyone started watching seriously.
Just now, the last Newcomer King had just successfully entered the Bronze Ranking. Immediately, this year's Newcomer King began to challenge again. Thinking about it, it is really interesting. This has never happened in the history of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Lu Ming, how far can he go?
Many people have become curious.
"Who comes to fight me first!"
Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.
The Bronze Platform challenge, the first five games, is relatively casual, and anyone can challenge it.
But after five games, people with the same winning streak must play against each other, otherwise, the strength will not be reflected at all.
Those who were below the ninth level of martial arts fell silent.
Although they felt that Lu Ming would not be able to win a few games, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he had already had a fighting power comparable to the ninth level of martial arts.
"I'll fight you."
A figure quickly jumped onto the battlefield.
"It's Duanmu Jinming from Baihuyuan. It is said that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts."
As soon as this person came on stage, shouts came from around him.
Duanmu Jinming, about twenty years old, with a pale face and gloomy eyes, stared at Lu Ming and sneered: "Lu Ming, you don't know how to tolerate, you actually come to challenge the Bronze Platform now, haha, I will let you
You stopped at the first game, and the new king challenged the Bronze Platform and stopped at the first game. Such a thing will definitely create a record for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect and be famous for generations to come."
Duanmu Jinming's tone was full of sneers and ridicule.
"As expected, your Duanmu family was the first to come up, but I found that you Duanmu family have one thing in common, that is, you have no ability at all, but you are as proficient as you are in boasting about yourself."
Lu Ming said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, the Duanmu family members at the scene were immediately furious.
"Damn, damn, you dare to look down on my Duanmu family."
"Duanmu Jinming, give me a cruel blow and destroy him, so that he will know how powerful my Duanmu family is."
"Destroy him!"
...
Duanmu Jinming's eyes were also extremely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Lu Ming, you will pay a heavy price for what you said."
Duanmu Jinming, the long sword was unsheathed, and a white sword light came out from the sword, extremely sharp.
Lu Ming waved his hand, and a giant sword with a palm width and a length of one and a half meters appeared in his hand.
This giant sword was left behind by Zheng Qian.
To deal with such little minions, there is no need to use the Fire Pattern Gun.
Moreover, Lu Ming also wanted to try to see if after his physical body was improved, he could use such a giant sword to unleash the power of the Flowing Light Sword Technique.
"Okay, I don't need to explain the rules. Now the duel begins."
The middle-aged referee announced.
"Hurry up and take action. I don't have that much time. There are still more than ten competitions ahead."
Lu Ming said calmly.
His tone was full of disdain, with an expression that did not take Duanmu Jinming seriously at all, and he also said that Houman still had more than ten competitions, as if he could really win ten consecutive games.
"Wochao is really arrogant."
"No, he is too arrogant. But the more arrogant he is, the more he will be defeated later, the person who will be embarrassed is himself."
There was a lot of discussion all around.
"Damn it, let's see if I don't destroy you."
Duanmu Jinming roared angrily, moved his body, and continued to charge towards Lu Ming.
"Tiger Sword Technique!"
Duanmu Jinming let out a long roar and slashed out with his war sword. On the war sword, there was a faint shadow of a tiger, which was extremely powerful and slashed towards Lu Ming.
"In the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts, is this enough strength?"
Lu Ming curled his lips slightly and slashed out with his sword.
This sword was very direct, not any sword technique, just a random slash, completely done with brute force.
when!
This sword struck directly on Duanmu Jinming's battle sword, and then everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's battle sword bent and deformed, and the sword body hit Duanmu Jinming's own chest heavily.
Duanmu Jinming's eyes bulged out instantly.
boom!
With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body flew backwards like a cannonball, flying more than twenty meters, and then slid on the battlefield for more than ten meters before landing on the battlefield.
The whole place suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere seemed to solidify at this moment.
Many people were even shouting loudly about Lu Ming's arrogant words, but at this moment, their expressions froze.
One sword, actually only one sword, an ordinary sword, directly knocked Duanmu Jinming out of the fighting platform.
Isn't this too strong?
Is the gap too big?
"Okay, Senior Brother Lu Ming is mighty."
Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.
At this time, others also reacted.
"Isn't this... too powerful? Can you defeat Duanmu Jinming in one move?"
"Indeed, it seems that I have underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of a late ninth-level martial artist, or even a peak ninth-level martial artist."
"With this strength, if you win five times in a row, there shouldn't be much of a problem."
"The new king is the new king, we still underestimate him."
Many faces became solemn, and those who had spoken contemptuously against Lu Ming before felt their faces turn red.
"Who else comes up to fight!"
Lu Ming didn't even look at Duanmu Jinming who had landed on the platform, and continued to look around.
"Let me do it!"
Then, a young man jumped onto the fighting stage.
"Junior brother Lu Ming, please give me some advice."
This young man has the cultivation of the late ninth level of martial arts, but he no longer dares to look down on Lu Ming, so he clasped his fists and said politely.
"It's easy to say, please!"
Lu Ming smiled and said.
boom!
This young man used an iron rod, and when he swung it, it roared with extraordinary power.
Lu Ming was a little more polite to this young man and used ten moves to knock him off the battlefield.