Everlasting Dragon Emperor Chapter 655: Slice 3 people in a row

Lu Ming looked around, his voice clear.

"I am coming!"

A big red-haired man, walking in the air, flew onto the battle platform.

"Sure enough, someone shot!"

A smile hung from the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

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

No, the red-haired man is on stage.

"What is your name?"

asked the red-haired man.

"Sura!" Lu Ming responded indifferently.

"Sura? Hey! Kill!"

Suddenly, the big red-haired man made his move. A blazing blade of light, which was a thousand meters long and extremely hot, slashed down towards Lu.

"Burst Star Fist!"

Lu Ming blasted out with a punch, and the burst of fist strength blasted with the opponent's blade, shaking the battlefield.

Touch!

Lu Ming's fist strength was actually defeated, and the fiery blade light continued to slash towards Lu Ming.

"Die!" The red-haired man was filled with fiery flames, his face extremely hideous.

"Good combat power!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth.

The fighting power of this big red-haired man is much stronger than that of the big-eyed old man just now. No wonder he dared to take the stage.

"Then add two more points!"

Lu Ming smiled, then punched again.

Boom!

This boxing strength is twice as strong as the previous boxing strength. It blasted through the red-haired man's swordsmanship in one fell swoop, and his punches kept blasting toward the red-haired man.

"Ah, you just hid your strength!"

The big red-haired man roared, showing a frightened look, bursting out all his power, and the sword in his hand slashed out wildly.

But his result was the same. Just like the big-eyed old man before, he was completely suppressed by Lu Ming, and after dozens of strokes, he was killed by a punch.

"Burst Star Fist, approaching the third level!"

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

Continuously devouring the essence and blood of two pinnacle kings, the blood of Nine Dragons roared.

"Fine for me!"

Lu Ming just stood on the battlefield and began to refine his blood, while waiting for the challenges of others.

All around, it quieted down, and for a while, no one came forward.

Although Lu Ming cut the two people in succession and obtained the storage ring of the two, as long as he kills him, the reward is absolutely huge, but Lu Ming's combat power is not obvious to the others for a while.

"Huh!"

Chen Zhao snorted coldly, looking very ugly.

He said that Lu Ming was able to win one game is pretty good, but now, Lu Ming has won two games in a row, which makes him very upset.

For two minutes, Lu Ming stood on the battle platform for two minutes. The power of essence and blood in the Kowloon bloodline was used by Lu Ming to enhance the second bloodline.

The Nine Dragons bloodline wants to be promoted to the ninth level of the king, and it needs too much blood. Lu Ming plans to upgrade the second bloodline to the eighth level of the king first, and then upgrade the Nine Dragons bloodline.

Huh!

At this moment, a figure rushed onto the battlefield, a tall and thin middle-aged man.

Everyone was refreshed, and finally someone came to the stage.

Lu Ming looked at the middle-aged man.

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

Before the words fell, the master man's figure moved, turning into a phantom, and he rushed towards Lu Ming.

When the voice fell, the tall and thin man had turned into eighteen phantoms, surrounding Lu Ming Tuan Tuan Tuan Tuan, the sharp sword aura, pierced the air, pierced to the vitals of Lu Ming's body.

Eighteen phantoms, eighteen sword auras, extremely sharp.

Boom! boom! ...

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

"Phantom!"

Lu Ming raised his brows, his figure dodged, avoiding the attack of sword energy, and his fists continued to blast again.

Strong punches pierced through the void, and blasted on the figures. In a blink of an eye, seven or eight figures collapsed. They were all phantoms, not entities.

The remaining figure moved again and continued to culminate towards Lu Ming, and during the process of culling, there were more phantoms, returning to the eighteenth path again.

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

"Haha, die!"

Eighteen figures sneered at the same time.

Lu Ming's figure dodges repeatedly, avoiding the attack, and at the same time, his fist is constantly booming.

The phantom of the tall and thin man is constantly being dispelled, but every time it is dispelled, it will recover again.

The two were in a state of anxiety, and they fought more than fifty moves in a blink of an eye.

"It seems that Shura has met his opponent!"

"Yes, Shura's true spirit is strong, his boxing strength is strong and domineering, and his power is very strong, but his weaknesses are also obvious. The opponent's unpredictable body entangles him, and his boxing strength is useless. ."

"Bringing an Asura mask to learn from Hades, after all, is not the same grade, it's too far!"

The audience all around expressed their opinions.

In the course of their discussion, dozens of moves passed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Lu Ming felt that his operation of Burst Star Fist became more and more smooth.

Boom!

Suddenly, a punch was blasted, and it was a bit stronger than before.

The tall and thin man was shocked.

"Haha, Burst Star Fist, I finally cultivated to the third level. This battle is over!"

Lu Ming smiled in his heart.

Boom!

As soon as Lu Ming stepped onto the battle platform, his figure soared into the sky, and then he commanded himself, blasting his fist energies.

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

Moreover, the power of each Dao is stronger than before.

"So much!"

The tall and thin man was taken aback and tried his best to avoid, but there were still phantoms that collapsed.

Eighteen ways, become seventeen ways, sixteen...

In a blink of an eye, there are two or three left.

Just when he wanted to continue to change his body shape, dozens of punches came down from the sky.

"No!"

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

The battle platform made a violent roar, and when the fist strength disappeared, he saw the tall and thin man lying there like a puddle of mud, without the slightest breath.

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

Three consecutive victories, Lu Ming has won three consecutive victories.

Moreover, ~IndoMTL.com~ is a winning streak. It is not divided into several days. Many people’s winning streak is actually a winning streak that adds up to many days. Like Chen Dao, he occasionally comes to fight a game. Up the winning streak.

It is difficult to win a streak in a short period of time, because continuous battles consume a lot of true energy, and challengers will definitely become stronger.

"Who will fight?"

Lu Ming continued to look around.

"Hey, enough is enough, you have got three storage rings, now, let me take care of you!"

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

"It's Xuegang, he's going to shoot again!"

"It seems that he has been waiting just now, and now he sees Shura winning three games in a row before he takes the shot!"

"I just don't know if Shura dared to fight, Xuegang, just now the strong man who defeated Chen Dao!"

Shouts of exclamation were heard around.