Chapter 100: 1 Sword Is Done

East Stand.

"Lu Ming, it's this little bastard, Lu Ming, who is really over his head, and he really came to challenge the bronze platform."

Beside Yao Tianyu, the red-robed youth shouted.

"It's really too much, but it's just right, we can send someone up to kill him at that time, 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, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said, "Yes!"

He has always wanted to find an opportunity to kill Lu Ming. Now that Lu Ming ran up to the bronze platform by himself, he would naturally not miss this opportunity.

In the stands in other directions, some geniuses on the bronze list also looked at Lu Ming curiously.

on the bronze platform.

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

The middle-aged referee asked in surprise.

"good!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Okay, since you have decided for yourself, then I will not stop you, so let's start the challenge now."

The middle-aged referee announced very simply.

On the edge of the battle platform, Feng Xinglie glanced at Lu Ming very curiously, his eyes flashed, and then he moved and flew to the northern stand, watching with great interest.

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

Just now, the rookie king of the previous session had just successfully entered the bronze ranking. Immediately, this year's rookie king began to challenge again. When I think about it, it is really interesting. This has never happened in the history of Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Ming, how far can you go?

Many people are curious.

"Who will fight me first!"

Lu Ming looked around,

loudly.

The Bronze Stage challenge, starting five games, is more casual, and anyone can go up to the challenge.

But after five games, people with the same winning streak must compete against each other, otherwise, they will not be able to show their strength at all.

The people below the ninth level of martial arts were silent.

Although they felt that Lu Ming would not be able to win a few games, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he was already comparable to the ninth level of martial arts.

"I'll fight you."

A figure quickly jumped onto the battlefield.

"It's Duanmu Jinming from the White Tiger Academy. It is said that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts."

As soon as this person came to the stage, there were shouts around.

Duanmu Jinming, about 20 years old, with a pale face and gloomy eyes, stared at Lu Ming and sneered: "Lu Ming, you don't know how to forbear, but you are running to challenge the bronze platform now, haha, I will let you You stop in the first game, the new king challenges the bronze platform, and stops at the first game, such a thing will definitely create a record for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and it will last forever."

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

"Sure enough, it was your Duanmu family who came up first, but I found that your Duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, you don't have any skills, and it's pure and innocent to boast about yourself."

Lu Ming said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Duanmu family at the scene were immediately furious.

"Damn, damn, how dare you underestimate my Duanmu family."

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a ruthless attack, abolish him, and let him know how powerful my Duanmu family is."

"Abandon him!"

......

Duanmu Jinming's eyes were also extremely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Lu Ming, you will pay a heavy price for what you said."

Duanmu Jinming, the long sword was unsheathed, and a white sword glow came out through the sword, extremely sharp.

With a wave of Lu Ming's hand, a huge sword with a width of palm and a length of one meter five appeared in his hand.

This giant sword was left by Zheng Gan before.

There's no need to use a Flare Gun to deal with such a small scoundrel.

And Lu Ming also wanted to try, after the physical body was improved, with such a giant sword, can he exert the power of the streamer sword technique.

"Okay, I don't need to say more about the rules, the duel starts now."

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much time, and there are more than a dozen games to come."

Lu Ming said lightly.

His tone was full of disdain, an expression that did not take Duanmu Jinming seriously at all, and he also said that Houman still had more than ten matches, as if he could really win ten consecutive games.

"Wo Nest, it's crazy."

"No, he's too arrogant, but the more arrogant he is, the more arrogant he will be, the more shameful he will be."

There was a discussion all around.

"Damn it, I don't want to ruin you."

Duanmu Jinming roared, his body moved, and he continued to charge towards Lu Ming.

"Tiger Sword Art!"

Duanmu Jinming let out a long roar, and the sword was cut out. On the sword, there was a faint shadow of a fierce tiger, which was extremely powerful and slashed towards Lu Ming.

"In the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts, is this strength?"

The corner of Lu Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he slashed out with a sword.

This sword is very direct, not any swordsmanship, but a random slash, completely slashed with brute force.

when!

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

Duanmu Jinming's eyes bulged out instantly.

boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body was like a cannonball, and it flew backwards, flying more than 20 meters, and then slid more than ten meters on the battle platform and landed on the battle platform.

The audience suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

Even, many people are still shouting Lu Ming's arrogant words, but at this moment, their expressions are so stiff.

One sword, actually only one sword, an ordinary sword, directly smashed Duanmu Jinming out of the battlefield.

Is this too strong?

Is the gap too big?

"Okay, Senior Brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and shouted excitedly.

At this time, others also reacted.

"This... is too powerful, isn't it? One move to solve Duanmu Jinming?"

"Indeed, it seems that I underestimated Lu Ming. In my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late ninth level of martial arts, or even the peak of the ninth level of martial arts."

"This strength, winning five times in a row, shouldn't be a big problem."

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

Many faces became solemn, and those who had despised Lu Ming before felt even more reddened.

"Who else is going to fight!"

Lu Ming didn't even look at Duanmu Jinming who had fallen off the stage, and continued to look around.

"Let me do it!"

Then, a young man leaped onto the stage.

"Junior Brother Lu Ming, please give me more advice."

This young man has the cultivation base of the late stage of the martial arts master, but he doesn't dare to despise Lu Ming anymore, and said politely with a fist.

"Okay, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

boom!

This young man, using an iron rod, waved it, whistling, and his power was extremely extraordinary.

To this young man, Lu Ming was a little more polite and used ten tricks to knock him off the stage.

Two in a row.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao