Everlasting Dragon Emperor

"Boy, good strength, I will meet you later!"

Just as many aliens speculated, a voice sounded.

Then, everyone saw that a burly figure stepped out.

This figure, more than two meters tall, was covered with purple scales. He just came with Motianluo.

"Budo, it's Budo!"

"Budo is about to shoot. Although Budo's talent is not as high as that of the eight princes, he has been practicing for thousands of years, but some time ago, he has broken through the realm of the emperor and should be enough to suppress the kid!"

Seeing this figure, many people were excited.

"Buduo, don't be merciful, give me your full shot, kill, kill, kill him, I'm responsible for something!"

Demon Luo roared, terrible.

He wished to unload Lu Ming eight pieces.

Bu Duo was burly, his three eyes flashed in cold light, stepped out, and the ground shook.

In his hand, a dark iron bar appeared, and the iron bar shook slightly, and the space was popped with black holes, which were very infiltrating.

On the side, many people stepped back and forth.

The Great Emperor's shot is not the same as the small one, some of them are weak, but they don't want to be involved.

Lu Ming looked at Buduo calmly, a one-star emperor, he really didn't care.

"Shoot!"

Lu Ming said quietly.

"Boy, die for me!"

In Buduo's eyes, there was a trace of perplexity, and he exploded with all his strength, jumped forward, and then fell to the top, as if the mountain was pressing the top, a stick hit the landing.

This stick is astonishingly powerful. If it is really a true emperor, it is absolutely impossible to stop it and be smashed into meat.

On the side, Chiayi's eyes flashed, but he didn't shoot. Lu Ming, but someone with the bloodline of the murderous ancestor, should not be so easy to die.

Rumble!

The iron rod bombarded down and made a dull roar, and in an instant, it was near Lu Ming's head.

Just when everyone thought Lu Ming was about to be beaten with a stick, Lu Ming stretched out a hand and grabbed.

bump!

With a dull roar, the black iron rod was caught by Lu Ming in his hand, and then the iron rod was so fixed in the air, motionless.

There is also Buduo, and he holds the iron bar in both hands, and he is also fixed in the air.

The seemingly powerful stick was just stopped by Lu Ming with one hand.

"This is your strength, but nothing more!"

Lu Ming spoke lightly, his palms pressed hard, and suddenly shocked.

Buzz!

The iron bar shook violently, and a force of terror followed the iron bar and slammed toward Buduo.

Bu Duo screamed, his body flew out like a shell, stepped into the demon's footsteps, hit the ground heavily, and spurted blood.

"This..."

The scene fell into silence again.

One move, another move, but Buduo, who had reached the realm of the emperor, was also defeated. In Lu Ming's hands, there was no power to fight back.

How could Lu Ming be so strong?

Is this the strength of the human race?The human race is so strong?

Many people are of different races, their eyes shining with shock.

In their conception, the human race and the gods and beasts of the heavens are simply unstoppable. Their evil god race is the supreme existence.

But now a young human race has defeated several masters in a row.

"This person looks young, maybe he has cultivated endless years, so his strength is so strong!"

"Yes, it must be like this!"

Then, there were many aliens who said that Lu Ming was a very old monster.

It is normal for an old monster who has cultivated endless years to have such strength.

"I really deceive myself!"

Lu Ming sneered, full of disdain.

"what did you say?"

"Don't you have been practicing for many years, then you talk about it, how many years have you been practicing till now?"

Someone asked aloud.

"Okay, then I will tell you, I Lu Ming, it has been less than two hundred years since I practiced!"

Lu Ming's voice spread throughout the audience.

"What? Less than two hundred years, how is it possible?"

"In less than two hundred years, Buduo can defeat the Great Emperor Realm. It is impossible. How could the human race have such a strong arrogance? He must be lying and deliberately hit us!"

Many aliens shouted, unwilling to believe.

In less than two hundred years, Buduo, who can reach the one-star emperor realm, can be defeated.

"So you are deceiving yourself, I believe you have a way to measure your age, you don't believe it, find someone to measure it!"

Lu Ming said.

The aliens were silent, and Lu Ming was so confident that he should not have lied. He should have been practicing for less than two hundred years.

Human race, there is such a natural pride.

"Did anyone come out for a fight? Today, I would like to try what means your family has!"

Lu Ming's voice came from afar.

At the scene, there was silence. Everyone looked at you. I looked at you. For a time, no one shot.

Lu Ming has been cultivating for less than two hundred years. At this age, he can fight Lu Ming. There is not much in the whole Evil God Realm.

And those who have practiced for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer time to fight Lu Ming, it seems a bit shameful.

"Oh, isn't the evil god clan like a master, and there is no one to fight, well, I will give you a chance, but anyone who has been practicing for less than ten thousand years can come to fight with me, and I will continue!"

Lu Ming shouted.

"Lu Ming, this is what you said, don't regret it!"

Mo Tianluo shouted.

"of course!"

Lu Ming responded.

"Okay, my family has a longevity list, which records a hundred masters who have been practicing for less than ten thousand years. Any one is enough to crush you. You can wait for me and I will find someone!"

Devil Luo Luo said grimly.

Today, Lu Ming must be beautiful.

"The Longevity List, a hundred masters with less than ten thousand years of practice, is interesting. Go find it, find a few more, I'm waiting here!"

Lu Ming said, his face was relaxed. Not only did he not feel nervous, but he looked forward to it.

For Emperor Wudi, cultivation is less than ten thousand years, and it can also be said to be in a golden period, a period when cultivation practice broke out.

It also represents the future.

The concept is similar to the arrogance of the younger generation.

Lu Ming also wanted to see what the strength of the strongest group of masters of Cult God Cultivation is less than ten thousand years.

Lu Ming embraced his hands and waited quietly.

Around, there are more and more interracial people.

A human race, who challenged them in their royal city, hasn't happened in these years?

They also want to see, what kind of strength does this human race with less than two hundred years of practice have?

There were several figures standing high in the sky, no one found.

These people are the kings of other races, as well as the general Moroga, and several other strong men.

"It's worthy of being chosen by the sacred ancestor of the heart, really extraordinary!"

Interracial kingship.

Before them, they did not know that Lu Ming had such a strong strength.

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