Jian Feiliu gritted his teeth, soared into the sky, and flew high into the sky.
"You can't escape!"
Wang Mang stepped forward, his momentum like a rainbow, and the purple flames were so terrifying that wherever he passed, the space turned into a vacuum.
The Wang family is an ancient family, and their bloodline talents are all flame-type, which is extremely astonishing.
In particular, the direct line of the Wang family is said to be able to awaken a bloodline called Purple Sky Fire. This bloodline, combined with the god-level technique, the Flame Burning Heaven Technique, can exert extremely terrifying power.
Lu Ming was not in a hurry to take action. This kind of thing would eventually need to be faced by Jian Feiliu himself. However, if Jian Feiliu was in danger, he would certainly not sit idly by and ignore it.
"Jin Mie Zhan!"
Jian Feiliu roared, and the dazzling golden light all over his body converged, as if it was condensed into the sword in his hand. An extremely sharp feeling filled the air from the sword in Jian Feiliu's hand.
Immediately, a dark golden sword light slashed towards Wang Mang.
"Demi-god level martial arts!"
Wang Mang's pupils shrank and he let out a low roar, and then the flames on his body surged.
"Zi Ji Po!"
The purple halberd surged out, rumbling in the space it pressed.
A terrifying roar echoed between the heaven and the earth, the dark golden sword light shattered, and the body of the sword was thrown far away, coughing up blood in the air.
There was even a purple flame on his body, burning brightly, as if it was going to burn the sword into ashes.
"You actually have semi-god-level martial arts. Unfortunately, you haven't mastered it well enough. Moreover, it's someone else's martial arts, not bloodline martial arts. You want to stop me, so die!"
Wang Mang shouted loudly, walked out, and killed Jian Feiliu.
What he used was his own bloodline martial arts. Although it was not at the demigod level, it was infinitely close to the demigod level. Coupled with the combination of the god-level Flame Burning Technique and the Purple Sky Fire bloodline, he defeated Jian Feiliu's attack in one fell swoop.
Jian Feiliu's semi-god-level martial arts skills were obtained at the Holy Mountain in the underground world. He had just practiced them for a short time and was not very powerful. Naturally, he was no match for Wang Mang.
"Jian Fei Liu was defeated. Will he be killed by Wang Mang?"
"The Wang family is too strong. Their bloodline is terrifying. With the god-level skills, who can beat them? In a battle with the same level, they are almost invincible. Even though Jian Feiliu is strong, they cannot escape defeat!"
"Yes, historically, the top ten Heavenly Kings on the Heavenly Kings List have been almost all occupied by the six ancient aristocratic families. Most of the top spots on the Heavenly Kings List are occupied by geniuses from the six ancient aristocratic families."
"Not to mention the Heavenly Kings List, even the Thousand Pride List, the top ones are not occupied by the six ancient aristocratic families. Only after the rise of the Tianzhi Sect can the geniuses compete with the geniuses of the six ancient aristocratic families."
Amid everyone's exclamations, Wang Mang's halberd had already slashed towards Jian Fei Liu. It seemed that Jian Fei Liu's defeat was a foregone conclusion.
boom!
At this time, a vast fist light penetrated the void and bombarded Wang Mang.
"Who? Dare to attack me secretly?"
Wang Mang yelled angrily, turned the direction of his halberd, swung it out, and slashed towards the fist.
boom!
The explosion sounded, and Wang Mang moved slightly and took three steps back.
A slender figure stepped out and walked to Jian Fei Liu. It was Lu Ming.
"Brother Jian, are you okay?" Lu Ming asked.
"Brother Lu, I made you laugh. This person is very strong, so be careful!"
Jian Feiliu had extinguished the flames on his body and was panting heavily.
"No problem!"
Lu Ming smiled, looked at Wang Mang, his eyes exuded a strong fighting spirit, and said: "God-level skills, the Burning Heaven Technique, I want to learn it today!"
"It's you?"
Wang Mang recognized Lu Ming, then sneered and said: "Boy, don't think that you can fight with me just because you defeated a trash who is ranked at the bottom of the Thousand Pride List. If you want to learn the Burning Heaven Technique, then do your best."
Prepare to be beheaded!"
"It's just you, I'm afraid it won't be enough for everyone!"
Lu Ming smiled faintly.
Although the Kung Fu is powerful, it depends on who practices it. It does not mean that someone who has practiced a god-level Kung Fu will be invincible.
Take the True Dragon Fighting Technique as an example. If another person practices it, he may not be able to practice at the highest level and possess ten times the true energy.
The power will not be different depending on the cultivators.
Lu Ming's meaning is very obvious, Wang Mang has not yet mastered his cultivation.
"Shameless talk!"
Wang Mang's eyes narrowed, and a cold murderous intention flashed across his face. He stepped forward and continued towards Lu Ming. He swung his halberd and burned everything.
Lu Ming used the Exploding Star Fist and punched out. The light in the fist was filled with two artistic conceptions of thunder and fire.
boom!
The fist light collided with the halberd, causing a violent roar.
"What a powerful force. It turns out that I have comprehended two artistic conceptions. Unfortunately, I am only at the first level. You want to stop me? Kill!"
Wang Mang strode out, his whole body seemed to turn into flames, and a purple sun seemed to appear in the night sky.
There were more and more people around. At this time, thousands of people had gathered, watching carefully.
Most of the people are the top kings, and they all come to participate in the battle of the Heavenly King Ranking.
It's just a good opportunity to understand the combat power of others and compare it with your own.
There are even top 700 geniuses in the list, as well as some extremely powerful elders.
The artistic conception that Wang Mang understood was the artistic conception of flame, which had obviously reached the second level.
"Really? Then add another one!"
The artistic conception of wind also burst out, and the three artistic conceptions merged and exploded, pushing the power of the Exploding Star Fist to the extreme.
boom!
There was a violent roar, and a bright light filled the sky, illuminating the entire city.
Lu Ming did not move, but Wang Mang retreated continuously.
"Three artistic conceptions, impossible!"
A look of disbelief flashed in Wang Mang's eyes. He really didn't expect that someone could cultivate all three artistic conceptions to such an extent.
"Zi Ji Po!"
The aura on Wang Mang's body exploded crazily, and he displayed his heaven-level high-grade bloodline martial arts. The purple flame seemed to be able to break through all obstacles.
"I told you, your temper is not good enough!"
Lu Ming sneered, and the true energy in his body began to circulate crazily.
Just now, Lu Ming did not explode all his true energy power.
When it breaks out at this time, among the same level, based on the strength and concentration of the true energy, it is completely crushed.
The radiance of the Exploding Star Fist is even more terrifying.
Lu Ming fired dozens of punches in an instant, and each punch was like a shooting star, hitting Wang Mang.
Boom! Boom!
The sound of explosions continued continuously. After dozens of explosions, Wang Mang retreated wildly, and blood overflowed from his mouth.
He was injured and was completely suppressed by Lu Ming.
"Damn it, take action and kill him!"
Wang Mang shouted angrily, and when his voice fell, the two old men flashed and rushed towards Lu Ming.
These two old men are both peak kings, but they have definitely lived for a long time. Apart from the fact that the artistic conception of heaven and earth has not broken through the second level, their speed in all aspects is extremely terrifying, and their combat power is not much worse than that of Wang Mang.
The two of them joined forces to press against Lu Ming.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Ming's lips, he walked out and struck out with two palms in succession.
These two palms are ordinary, but they contain terrifying power.
Prison-suppressing heavenly power!
With two dull sounds, the two old men retreated sharply, blood spurting from their mouths.