Chapter 728

"Yes, there is no grass in the world. Brother sword, you need to put it down!"

Lu Ming clapped his sword on Feiliu's shoulder and said nothing more.

This kind of thing, the outsider is very difficult to help, needs to face by oneself.

Then they went back to their rooms.

Now, there are 20 days to go before the battle of tianwangbang officially begins.

Lu Ming wants to improve her strength as soon as possible in these 20 days.

There are six ancient families who practice divine level skills. Among them, the arrogance of heaven and the combat power are absolutely terrible.

Lu Ming also practiced the divine level skill, the true formula of the battle dragon, and knew the horror of the divine level skill.

Zhan Long Zhen Jue, which can cultivate ten times the true yuan, has always been the foundation of Lu Ming's powerful combat power.

Then, it is also a divine level skill, which is absolutely terrifying.

The battle of the heavenly king list will be extremely tragic.

Lu Ming enters the supreme temple, sits cross legged in front of the ancient tree of enlightenment, takes out a piece of earth's mystic stone and begins to practice.

After chatting with Lian Cang for a while, Jiuyang supreme returned to the supreme temple and fell into a deep sleep.

Click!

Crushing the earth's augite, the artistic conception of silk, diffuse Lu Ming's whole body.

This quick augite is a medium grade augite.

In a twinkling of an eye, more than a day later, Lu Ming raised the artistic conception of the earth to the peak of a level of Xiaocheng, and it was only one step away that we could break through Dacheng.

At this time, Lu Ming feels a bottleneck.

The artistic conception of the earth has encountered a bottleneck at the first level. Like other kinds of artistic conception, Lu Ming only encountered the bottleneck when he practiced to the first level limit at one breath.

The artistic conception of the earth is worthy of special artistic conception, which is not comparable to the nine common artistic conception.

Now that she has encountered a bottleneck, Lu Ming stops practicing and plans to go outside for a walk.

Open the door, go out, but see, a figure flash away, toward the outside.

"Brother sword!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

The figure just now was the sword flying stream. Now it's night, and the look of Jian Fei Liu seems to be a little anxious. What's the matter?

Lu Ming's expression moved, then followed up.

Jian Feiliu's body shape is very fast, like a mirage. It goes around several streets and appears in a secluded alley.

Lu Ming engraved for himself a breath of convergence array, quietly followed the sword Feiliu, sword Feiliu did not feel.

"Well?"

Lu Ming appears on the roof of a house. Looking down, she sees a woman in an alley.

It's the younger martial sister whose sword is flying.

"What do you want me to do?"

Jian Feiliu looks at the woman in front of her, and her voice is cold.

"Elder martial brother, do you really hate me so much?" The woman looked at the sword and laughed miserably.

"Hate you? How? Every man has his own will. I can't force him. If I hate him, I hate myself. I hate my low birth and low talent. Even if I practice hard, I still can't compare with Wang Mang. " The sword flew and laughed at himself.

"Elder martial brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

At this time, the woman suddenly a sad smile, Jiao body tremble, shed tears.

"What's going on?" The sword flies and frowns.

"Elder martial brother, you need to save me. I want to leave that beast. Since I followed him, he has not regarded me as a human being and abused me every day. Elder martial brother, I beg you. Now, I can only rely on you."

The woman went to the sword Feiliu side, holding the sword Feiliu's arm, crying constantly.

She rolled up her sleeves and saw that her arms were covered with scars, which were all whip marks.

"That beast abused me every day, whipped me with a whip, left a scar on my body, and I was not allowed to use my skills to heal my wound. I really can't stand it. I want to leave him, elder martial brother. I want to leave him. At the beginning, I shouldn't have promised, I shouldn't have promised."

The woman wept and the tears came down.

"Beast, beast!"

The sword flew down his throat and roared like a wild animal.

"Not good!"

On the roof, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly moved.

Not far away, there are several streamers, flying towards this side.

"Bitch, dare to meet your old lover behind my back, bitch."

A roar reverberates between heaven and earth.

The next moment, three figures, landing in the alley.

"Wang Mang!"

The woman screamed, and her face was pale and bloodless.

"Sword flies, my woman, you dare to touch, today, you will die!"

In Wang Mang's eyes, a cold killing opportunity flashed. On his body, however, there was a raging flame. The flame turned purple and the temperature was terrible. The walls of the houses around him and the floor under his feet were vaporized directly.

Make hard stone, direct gasification, this temperature, too terrible."Burning the sky!"

The pupil of Jian Fei Liu contracted sharply.

The formula of burning the sky with fire is a unique skill of the six ancient Wangs.

Bang!

Wang Mang stepped out and crossed toward the sword. In his hand, a halberd condensed by the fire appeared and chopped down towards the sword.

Keng!

When the sword is blaring, the pupil of the sword turns into gold. A golden sword appears in the hand. A golden sword light cuts through the night, as if it can split the black night.

However, he could not break Wang Mang's halberd.

Boom!

The terrible temperature, burning everything, on the ground, there is a deep pit, that is by the flame gasification, a golden and purple mixture of strong gas, soared into the sky, straight into the clouds.

Step on it! Step on it! ...

the sword is flying, and the body is retreating rapidly. The whole body is shining with golden light, which is resisting the terrible temperature.

"What's going on?"

"Someone is fighting. What a terrible move!"

Nearby, countless people were startled and flew towards this side. All of a sudden, there were figures in all directions.

"That's the formula of burning the sky with fire, and it's the pride of the Wangs."

"Wang Mang is Wang Mang, the 700th in the list of thousand pride."

"The other one, it seems, is the sword Feiliu. He is against Wang Mang."

Around, someone recognized two people, quite shocked.

"Sword flying, is that all? What a disappointment

Wang Mang's whole body was ablaze with purple flame, like a god of fire. The terrible temperature overflowed everywhere, and even the air burned up. The place where Wang Mang stood became a vacuum.

He stepped out again, and the halberd of fire cut through the night sky and chopped to the sword.

The golden light of Jian Fei Liu's body was about to condense into substance, and turned into a golden armor. Wearing it on him, a golden sword light suddenly chopped out again.

But this time, the sword flew and retreated further, and the golden light on his body trembled, as if to collapse.

Shua! Shua!

Two old men who came with Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, one of them clasped her shoulder.

"Elder martial brother!"

The woman yelled.

"Bitch, today, I'm going to show you how I killed your old lover."

Wang Mang drank coldly, and walked out to kill the sword.

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