Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Lu Ming looked around, his voice was clear.

"I come!"

A red-haired man walked in the air and flew to the battle platform.

"Sure enough someone shot!"

There was a smile on Lu Ming's mouth.

He just suppressed Zhenyuan. It seems that he is not much stronger than the big-eyed old man. The purpose is to attract other people to fight. If he is too strong, where else can he dare to take office?

No, the red-haired man came to power.

"what's your name?"

The redhead asked.

"Sura!" Lu Ming responded faintly.

"Sura? Hey! Kill!"

Suddenly, the red-haired man shot, a blaze of flames, thousands of kilometers long, extremely hot, slamming down towards the landing.

"Burst Star Fist!"

Lu Ming banged out with a punch, and his burst of punching strength banged with the opponent's sword, and the platform was shaken.

bump!

Lu Ming's fist strength was actually defeated, and the fiery blade of the sword continued to cut to the landing Ming.

"Come on!" The red-haired big man was filled with a fiery flame and his face was unbearably fierce.

"Good combat power!"

There was a smile on Lu Ming's mouth.

The fighting power of this red-haired big man is a lot stronger than the big-eyed old man just now.

"Then add two more forces!"

Lu Ming smiled and punched again.

boom!

This punching power was twice as strong as the previous punching power, and it punctured the knife of the red-haired man in one fell swoop, punching constantly towards the red-haired man.

"Ah, you just concealed your strength!"

The red-haired big man roared, revealing the color of fear, bursting out all his strength, and the sword in his hand came out madly.

But his result was the same. Like the old man with big eyes, he was completely suppressed by Lu Ming. After dozens of strokes, Lu Ming was killed by a punch.

"Blast Star Fist, approaching the third level!"

Lu Ming whispered, put away the storage ring, and by the way swallowed the blood of the red-haired man.

Consuming the blood of two peak kings in a row, the blood of Jiulong boomed.

"Make me!"

Lu Ming stood on the battle platform and began to refine his blood while waiting for the challenges of others.

For four weeks, suddenly quieted down, for a time, no one stepped forward.

Although Lu Ming cut the two of them in a row and obtained the storage ring of the two, as long as he killed him, the harvest was absolutely huge, but Lu Ming's combat power could not be understood by others for a while.

"Humph!"

Chen Zhao snorted coldly, his face was very unsightly.

He said that Lu Ming could win one game, but now, Lu Ming has won two consecutive games, which makes him very unhappy.

In two minutes, Lu Ming stood on the battle platform for two minutes. The power of the essence blood in the Jiulong blood vein was used by Lu Ming to enhance the second blood vein.

Jiulong Bloodline wants to advance to the ninth level of the king level, which requires too much refined blood. Lu Ming plans to first raise the second bloodline to the eighth level of the king level.

Uh!

At this time, a figure rushed to the battle platform, a tall and thin middle-aged man.

Everyone was refreshed, and finally someone came to power again.

Lu Ming looked at the middle-aged man.

"Sura, your boxing power is very strong, but as long as you don't directly pick you up, see what you can do!"

The voice hadn't fallen yet, and the figure of the master man changed into a phantom, slamming toward the landing.

When the voice fell, the tall, thin man had turned into eighteen phantoms, surrounded Lu Ming Tuan group, sharp sword gas, pierced the air, and stabbed at the key point of Landing Ming.

Eighteen phantoms, eighteen sword spirits, extremely sharp.

boom!boom!...

Lu Ming blasted several punches in succession, slamming on several figures, and those figures disappeared.

"phantom!"

Lu Ming raised his eyebrows, his figure flickered continuously, avoiding the attack of Jian Qi, and his fists burst out again.

A fist punched through the void, slammed into a figure, and in a blink of an eye, seven or eight figures collapsed, all illusions, not entities.

The remaining figure moved again, and continued to fight Lu Ming, and in the process of fighting, there were more phantoms, and they recovered to eighteen.

Every one looks real, even the breath is exactly the same.

"Haha, die!"

Eighteen figures sneered at the same time.

Lu Ming flickered continuously, avoiding the attack, and at the same time, his fists continued to burst out.

The phantom of the tall and thin man is constantly broken up, but after each break up, it will resume again.

The two fell into a state of anxiety, and in a flash of battle more than fifty moves.

"It seems that Shura met his opponent!"

"Yes, Shura's true element is strong, his punching power is strong and domineering, and his power is very strong, but his weaknesses are also obvious. The other party caught him in an unpredictable way, and his punching power is useless."

"Take a Shura mask to learn the king of the king, after all, it is not a grade, it is too far away!"

The audience around them all expressed their opinions one after another.

In the course of their discussions, dozens of tricks passed in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, Lu Ming felt that he was getting more and more fluent in the operation of Burst Star Boxing.

boom!

Suddenly, with a punch, the power was stronger than before.

The tall, thin man was shocked.

"Haha, burst Starfist, and finally cultivated to the third level, this battle should be over!"

Lu Ming smiled in his heart.

boom!

As soon as Lu Ming stepped on the battle platform, his figure soared into the sky, and he immediately conquered and threw a punch.

In an instant, Lu Ming burst out dozens of punches, dozens of punches, like dozens of meteors piercing the sky and falling towards the battle platform.

And each power is stronger than before.

"so much!"

The tall, thin man was frightened and tried his best to avoid it, but there was still a phantom collapse.

Eighteen, turned into seventeen, sixteen...

In a blink of an eye, there were only two or three.

Just when he wanted to continue to change his figure, dozens of punches were bombarded in the sky.

"Do not!"

The tall, thin man shouted, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by dozens of punches.

The battle platform made a violent roar. When the boxing power disappeared, the tall and thin men lay there like a pool of mud, and there was no breath at all.

As before, Jing Ming and the storage ring belong to Lu Ming.

Three straight wins, Lu Ming has won three straight.

Moreover, it is a consecutive victory, not a few days. Many people's winning streak, in fact, is the streak of many days combined, just like Chen Dao, occasionally come to fight a game, the added streak.

It is difficult to win for a short period of time, because continuous battles consume a lot of money, and the challenger will definitely become stronger.

"Who will fight?"

Lu Ming continued to look around.

"Hey, enough is enough, you have obtained three storage rings, now, let me solve you!"

A sneer came out, and a red figure appeared on the battle platform.

"Xue Gang, he is going to shoot again!"

"It seems that he had been waiting just now, and now he saw Shura win three games in a row before he shot!"

"Just don't know if Shura dare to fight, blood Gang, just defeated Chen Dao's strongman!"

There were bursts of exclamation around.