As soon as Lu Ming took action, except for a few useless methods to suppress the bottom of the box, he almost used all his strength.
On the nine dragon claws, some are shining with thunder and lightning, and they are running the thunder and lightning artistic conception martial arts, Thunder God Strike.
On the other dragon claws, the Heavenly Power of Suppressing Prison is running.
The combination of the two is extremely powerful.
The green divine wings incarnated by Mr. Lin carried endless gusts of wind. With a wave of his wings, countless wind blades cut through the space and headed towards Lu Ming.
With several consecutive shocking roars, the dragon's claws directly broke through the numerous wind blades and grabbed Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin suddenly changed his color and was shocked.
He didn't expect that even after he used blood fusion, he would be at a disadvantage with just one move.
Whoosh!
He waved his wings, and a hurricane swept across him. His huge figure suddenly trembled and disappeared from the place, appearing on the other side.
"Another artistic conception of martial arts!"
Lu Ming frowned.
Mr. Lin obviously mastered not just one kind of artistic conception martial arts, but two, or even more.
Before, Young Master Lin had used attack-type artistic conception martial arts, but now, he was using body-type artistic conception martial arts. In addition, he mainly understood the artistic conception of wind, which made him extremely fast.
"Go to hell!"
Mr. Lin's eyes were cold, he waved his wings again, and his body turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared from the place. At the same time, a terrible crisis came to Lu Ming.
Roar!
A dragon roar sounded, and the devouring power exploded, covering a hundred miles in radius. Then the divine dragon swung its tail and swept across all directions.
bump!
The dragon's tail penetrated the void and struck together with a pair of extremely sharp wings.
Then he saw Mr. Lin's body being pushed back.
But Mr. Lin waved his wings again and disappeared.
Mr. Lin used two kinds of artistic conception martial arts and cooperated with each other. His combat power was indeed very powerful, and it was difficult for anyone at the same level to resist him.
At this moment, two sharp breaths came towards Lu Ming.
"Just waiting for you!"
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold, and three sealed doors suddenly appeared, descending on Lu Ming's left side, emitting a boundless light.
The nine seals of Shenmen seal everything.
As soon as the three sealing gates came out, the cyan divine winged figure transformed by Mr. Lin suddenly appeared and was suppressed in the middle by the three sealing gates.
"ripped!"
Mr. Lin roared loudly, and the blue light boiled like a tide, launching a violent storm towards the three sealed doors.
The three sealed doors were trembling violently and seemed to collapse at any time.
But for a while, it was enough for Lu Ming.
Swish! Swish!...
The dragon claws were drawn out and bombarded Mr. Lin continuously.
Mr. Lin wailed, and the cyan energy was torn down.
bump!
Finally, a dragon claw was clasped around the neck of the cyan condor, and with a squeeze, the cyan condor's head exploded.
The cyan condor also turned into energy and dissipated, and Mr. Lin's figure flew at extremely high speed amid the cyan light that filled the sky.
The bloodline he had transformed into was defeated, and he was severely injured. He vomited blood and fled for his life.
As soon as he stepped forward, Lu Ming used the Nine Dragons Sky Step. His body was like light, and he caught up with Mr. Lin in an instant. His huge dragon claws grabbed Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin fought back hard, but unfortunately he had been severely injured and was useless. Lu Ming defeated all the defenses and caught him.
Mr. Lin was caught in the palm of his hand by the huge dragon claws and could not move.
This scene shocked everyone around and found it unbelievable.
The genius of Tianshen Sect, Mr. Lin, was unexpectedly defeated by Lu Ming. He was defeated by Lu Ming within ten moves, and his life was held in the palm of his hand.
Moreover, Lu Ming is just from a mere Shenxu Continent. If the strongest geniuses in Shenxu Continent can achieve this level, it is still possible.
But it is really unbelievable to appear in a young man from the Divine Desolate Continent.
Even the emperors were in a daze.
As for the top geniuses in the Shenxu Continent, they looked at Lu Ming with extremely solemn expressions in their eyes.
Lu Ming's demonstrated combat prowess will undoubtedly make him one of their biggest opponents.
"Ah, bastard, let me go quickly, I'm going to kill you!"
Being defeated within ten moves and being pinched in the palm of Lu Ming's hand made Mr. Lin furious with shame, his eyes were red, and he let out a hysterical roar.
If such a thing were reported back to the Tianshen Sect, he would definitely become a laughing stock in the future.
He hated it and wanted to skin Lu Ming and cramp him.
"Really? Don't you know the current situation clearly?"
Lu Ming sneered and squeezed hard with his paws.
Click, click, click!
I don't know how many bones were broken in Mr. Lin's body. He was trembling all over and vomiting blood. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted.
At this moment, he was like a chicken that had always been weak, being held in Lu Ming's hand. Whether he lived or died, it all depended on Lu Ming's thoughts.
"Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"
Lu Ming's eyes were cold, and the murderous intention of the third bloodline was like a tide, covering Mr. Lin's body, making him feel like he was in the Asura Hell, enveloped by endless murderous thoughts.
His heart was trembling.
"Be brave, he is a disciple of my Tianshen Sect, let him go!"
At this moment, a big man from the Tianshen Sect spoke up. This man was the strong man that Lu Ming suspected was bribed by Mr. Lin.
As he spoke, a terrifying aura bloomed and enveloped Lu Ming, making Lu Ming feel as if he was enveloped by a huge mountain and unable to move at all.
Strong, too strong. Facing this middle-aged man, Lu Ming felt helpless.
This middle-aged man is definitely stronger than the middle-aged Xuan Yi from Nanshen Palace, and his cultivation level is above the third level of the Martial Emperor.
The white-haired old man from Tianshen Sect frowned, but did not speak.
"Haha, let's discuss it with the younger generation. You are an emperor, why do you want to get involved?"
Over at Dragon God Valley, a burly man laughed, and a breath rushed out, hitting the middle-aged man's breath and knocking his breath away. Lu Ming relaxed his body, stepped forward, and retreated quickly.
"What do you mean?"
The middle-aged Tianshen Sect looked at the people in Longshen Valley with serious eyes.
"It's not interesting, I just can't stand it!"
The burly man from Dragon God Valley smiled.
"Let him go. You win this game!"
At this time, the white-haired old man of Tianshen Sect spoke.
"For you guys!"
Lu Ming swung his dragon claw and threw Mr. Lin's body away.
Mr. Lin was already half dead and could not even hang in the air. The middle-aged man waved his hand and took Mr. Lin into his hand.
"Damn, damn!"
Mr. Lin's eyes showed endless resentment as he stared at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming transformed into a human form, pulled Xie Nianqing's little hand, and said: "Xiao Qing, let's go!"
Since he is not allowed to participate in the assessment, he will not participate and just retreat.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment, a deep voice sounded, it was the burly young man from Dragon God Valley.
"Old man, Longshengu Longquan, what do you call me little friend?"