Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 100: One sword is done

Eastern Grandstand.

"Lu Ming, it's a little **** like Lu Ming. He really doesn't know what he can do. He really came to challenge the bronze stage."

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

"It's true that you are not at your own discretion, but it happens that we can send someone to kill him at that time, Brother Yao, what do you think?"

Another young man said coldly, and then looked at Yao Tianyu.

Yao Tianyu looked at Lu Ming on the platform, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and said: "Yes!"

He always wanted to find a chance to kill Lu Ming. Now that Lu Ming ran on the bronze stage by himself, he would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

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

On the bronze stage.

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

The middle-aged referee asked in surprise.

"Not bad!"

Lu Ming nodded again.

"Well, since you decide for yourself, then I won't stop you, so let's start the challenge now."

The middle-aged referee announced simply.

On the edge of the battle stage, Feng Xinglie glanced at Lu Ming very curiously, his eyes flashed, and then his figure moved and he flew onto the northern stand and looked at it with interest.

At this time, the referee had announced that the scene had calmed down instead, and they all watched seriously.

Just now, the last rookie king just hit the bronze list successfully. Soon, this year's rookie king began to challenge again. Thinking of it, it's really interesting. This has never happened in the history of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. .

Lu Ming, how far can he go?

Many people are born with curiosity.

"Who will fight me first!"

Lu Ming looked around and said loudly.

The bronze stage challenge, the first five games are more casual, anyone can go up to the challenge.

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

The people below the 9th layer of the martial artist were silent directly.

Although they felt that Lu Ming could not win a few games, Lu Ming's strength was still there. A few months ago, he already had a combat strength comparable to that of a martial arts master.

"I will fight you."

A figure quickly leaped onto the battle platform.

"It is Duanmu Jinming of the White Tiger Academy. It is said that his cultivation level has reached the mid-ninth stage of the martial arts."

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

Duanmu Jinming, about twenty years old, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were gloomy. He stared at Lu Ming and sneered: "Lu Ming, you don't know how to forbear, you are running to challenge the bronze stage now, haha, I will let you stop in the first game. The rookie king challenges the bronze stage and stops in the first game. This kind of thing will definitely create a record for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, which will last forever."

Duanmu Jinming's tone was full of sneers and sarcasm.

"Sure enough, your Duanmu family was the first to come up. However, I found that your Duanmu family has one thing in common, that is, you have no ability, and you are really good at selling yourself."

Lu Ming said lightly.

As soon as this statement came out, the Duanmu family at the scene suddenly became angry.

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

"Duanmu Jinming, give me a cruel hand and abolish him, let him know how good my Duanmu family is."

"Stop him!"

......

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

Duanmu Jinming, the long sword is out of its sheath, and a white sword shines through the sword, extremely sharp.

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

This giant sword was left by Zheng Qian before.

To deal with such a small person, there is no need to use a flaming gun.

Furthermore, Lu Ming also wanted to test whether he could use such a giant sword to show the power of the light sword after his physical body ascended.

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

The middle-aged referee announced.

"Hurry up, I don't have so much time. There are more than ten competitions in the future."

Lu Ming said lightly.

The tone was full of disdain, an expression that didn't put Duanmu Jinming in his eyes at all, and he also said that there are more than ten games after the full game, as if he really can win ten games in a row.

"The nest is really rampant."

"No, he is too proud, but the more proud he is, he will be ashamed when he is defeated later."

There was a discussion all around.

"Damn it, let me see if I will abolish you."

Duanmu Jinming roared, his body moved, and he continued to rush towards Luming.

"The Tiger Sword Art!"

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

"This is the strength of the mid-ninth martial arts master?"

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

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

Dang!

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

Duanmu Jinming's eyes protruded instantly.

Boom!

With a roar, Duanmu Jinming's body was like a cannonball, and he flew directly backwards, flying out more than 20 meters, and then slid more than a dozen meters on the battle platform before falling down the battle platform.

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

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

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

This is too strong, right?

The gap is too big, right?

"Okay, Brother Lu Ming is mighty."

Pang Shi reacted and yelled in excitement.

At this time, other people also reacted.

"This...is too powerful? One trick to solve Duanmu Jinming?"

"Indeed, it seems that I underestimated Lu Ming. According to my opinion, Lu Ming should have the strength of the late stage of the nine-fold martial arts, and even the peak of the nine-fold martial arts."

"This strength, with five consecutive victories, shouldn't be a big problem."

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

Many faces became dignified, and those who had scorned Lu Ming before, even felt a little reddened.

"Who else is going to fight!"

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

"Let me come!"

Next~IndoMTL.com~ a young man jumped onto the battlefield.

"Mr. Lu Ming, please give me your advice."

This young man has the cultivation base of the late nine-layer martial arts master, but he doesn't dare to underestimate Lu Ming, and said politely.

"Say it, please!"

Lu Ming smiled.

Boom!

This young man, using an iron rod, waved and whizzed endlessly, with extraordinary power.

To this young man, Lu Ming was a little polite, and used ten moves before he blasted him off the battlefield.

Two consecutive victories.

(End of this chapter) Ten Thousand Dao Dragon Emperor