Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Eastern Grandstand.

"Lu Ming, this little hybrid of Lu Ming, is really overwhelming and really came to challenge the bronze platform."

Beside Yao Tianyu, the young man in red robe cried out.

"It's really not self-control, but just right, we can send someone to kill him then, 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 and saw the murderous flash in his eyes, saying: "Yes!"

He always wanted to find a chance to kill Lu Ming. Since Lu Ming is now running on the bronze platform, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.

On the stands in other directions, some of the geniuses on the bronze list also looked at the landing curiously.

Bronze stage.

"Lu Ming, do you really want to challenge the bronze platform?"

The middle-aged referee asked some surprise.

"Not bad!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Okay, since you decided for yourself, then I won't stop you, then the challenge will begin now."

The middle-aged referee announced very simply.

At the edge of the battle platform, Feng Xinglie gave Lu Ming a very curious glance, and his eyes flashed with a fine light. Then he moved, and flew over the northern grandstand, looking at it with interest.

At this point, the referee had announced that the scene was quiet, and they all looked at it seriously.

Just now, the newcomer Wang of the last term just hit the bronze list successfully. Immediately, this year's newcomer Wang began to challenge again. It is really interesting to think of it. This has never happened in the history of the Xuanyuan sword school.

Lu Ming, how far can it go?

Many people are born with curiosity.

"Who will fight me first!"

Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.

The Bronze Terrace Challenge, the first five games, are relatively random, and anyone can challenge.

But after five games, people who need the same streak must play against each other, otherwise, they can't show their strength at all.

Those under Martial Arts Jiuzhong were silent.

Although they feel that Lu Ming can't win a few games, Lu Ming's strength is still there. A few months ago, he already had a combat strength comparable to that of the military division.

"I'll fight you."

A figure quickly jumped onto the battle platform.

"It is Duanmu Jinming of the White Tiger Academy. It is said that his cultivation practice has already reached the mid-level of the ninth warrior.

As soon as this person came to power, there were cries around.

Duanmu Jinming, about twenty years old, his face pale, his eyes dark, now staring at Landing Ming, sneeringly said: "Lu Ming, you don’t know how to endure too much, and now come to challenge the bronze platform, haha, I will let You stop the first game, the rookie king challenges the bronze platform, stop the first game, such a thing, will certainly create a record of the Xuanyuan sword school, Liufang Baishi."

Duanmu Jinming's tone was full of sneer and mockery.

"Sure enough, your Duanmu family ran up first, but I found that your Duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, there is no point in it, and self-selling and boasting are like perfection."

Lu Ming said faintly.

As soon as this remark came out, the people of the Duanmu family were furious.

"Damn it, damn, dare to underestimate my Duanmu family."

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a ruthless hand, and abolish him, let him know the power of my Duanmu family."

"Abolish him!"

...

Duanmu Jinming's eyes were also very gloomy and said coldly: "Lu Ming, you will pay a painful price for your words."

Duanmu Jinming, a long sword out of the sheath, a white swordmand through the sword, very sharp.

Lu Ming waved his hand, the palm of his hand was wide, and a giant sword with a length of 1.5 meters appeared in his hand.

This great sword was left by Zheng Qian before.

To deal with such a small Hello, there is no need to use a fire gun.

And Lu Ming also wanted to try, after the flesh is promoted, with such a giant sword, can it exert the power of streamer swordsmanship.

"Okay, the rules don't need me to say more, now the duel begins."

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much time, there are more than a dozen competitions behind."

Lu Ming said lightly.

The tone is full of disdain, an expression that does not put Duanmu Jinming in his eyes at all, and he also said that there are more than ten competitions in Houman, as if he can really win ten straight games.

"Nest, it's really rampant."

"It's not, I'm too proud, but the more I am proud, I'll be defeated later, but he is ashamed."

Around, there was a discussion.

"Damn, look at me not to waste you."

Duanmu Jinming roared, his figure moved, and continued to rush towards the landing.

"Tiger Tiger Sword!"

Duanmu Jinming screamed, and the war sword was chopped out. On the war sword, there was a faint shadow of a tiger, and it was extremely powerful, slashing towards the landing.

"Martial division mid-nineth layer, this strength?"

Lu Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he cut it out with a sword.

This sword is very direct. It is not any sword technique. It is just a random slash.

when!

This sword was directly cut on Duanmu Jinming's war sword, and then everyone saw that Duanmu Jinming's war sword was bent and deformed, and the sword was heavily bombarded on Duanmu Jinming's own chest.

Duanmu Jinming's eyes popped out instantly.

boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body was like a cannonball. He flew directly backwards and flew more than 20 meters. Then he slid more than 10 meters on the battle platform and landed on the battle platform.

The audience suddenly fell into a deadly silence, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Even, many people are still talking loudly about landing arrogance, but at this moment, their expressions are so stiff.

One sword, only one sword was actually used. The ordinary sword directly bombed Duanmu Jinming out of the battle platform.

Is this too strong?

Is the gap too big?

"Okay, Brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.

At this time, others also reacted.

"This... is too powerful? A solution to Duanmu Jinming?"

"Indeed, it seems that I underestimated Lu Ming. According to my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late period of Martial Artist Jiuzhong, and even the peak of Martial Artist Jiuzhong."

"This strength, winning five times in a row, should be no problem."

"The newcomer king is the newcomer king, we still underestimate him."

Many faces have become dignified, and those who have despised Lu Ming before have even felt their faces reddened.

"Who else is fighting!"

Lu Ming didn't look at Duanmu Jinming, who had fallen on the battle platform, and continued to look around.

"Let me do it!"

Then, a young man jumped onto the battle platform.

"Brother Lu Ming, please also advise me a lot."

This young man had the training practice of the martial artist Jiuzhong in the later period, but he did not dare to despise Lu Ming anymore, politely clenched his fists.

"Good to say, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

boom!

This young man, using an iron rod, waved and roared with great momentum.

To this young man, Lu Ming was a little more polite, and took ten strokes before blasting him off the battle platform.

Two consecutive victories.

(End of this chapter)