Chapter 1073: Five types of killing

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Lu Ming sneered and continued to step forward, squeezing his fists out.

Undoubtedly, Lu exploded with seven dragon powers, running the prison prison of merit, combined with the five-color artistic conception, and powerful terror.

when!

Another punch hit the sword. This time, Wu Cang couldn't resist it anymore. The sword exploded, revealing his true body, vomiting blood and escaping madly.

"God, who is that? It seems to be Wu Cang!"

"Yes, it's him. He actually fled the string. Who is so powerful? Can he chase down Wucang?"

"Then... isn't that the five battles? Is he chasing Wu Cang, so terrifying, he just broke Wu Cang's bloodline fusion just now."

"What battle five slag, this is clearly a rare arrogance in the world, unmatched combat strength, too strong, no wonder he can pass the Tianxu Cave!"

Not far away, five or six people passed by, seeing this scene, dumbfounded.

Wu Cang did not know Lu Ming because Wu Cang was not there when he broke into the Tianxu Cave. He arrived only after the cheats of the Holy Palace were opened later.

But those passing people recognized Lu Ming.

At the beginning, they also thought that Lu Ming was lucky and passed the Tianxu Cave. At this time, he was really shocked and thought he was dreaming.

Lu Ming's dragonfighting in Jiulong was amazingly fast, and he caught up with Wucang in a few strokes.

"No!"

Wu Cang shouted and tried his best to resist, but he was still crushed by a punch.

bump!

Then, Lu Ming stepped on it, Wu Cang screamed, and was torn apart.

Another second-class Tianjiao was killed.

However, like Xue Luozi, after Wu Cang was killed, another white light enveloped him. Not far away, his body actually came out again. He looked at Lu Ming with a vicious look, and then disappeared with a trembling. Without a trace.

"Another fate!"

Lu Ming frowned.

These second-class arrogances have the potential to impact the emperor, and the major forces value it very much, and they have spent a lot of money to buy the fate from the world academy.

All second-class arrogances are almost always staffed together.

The second-class Tianjiao is too important to hopefully impact the emperor.

An emperor can make a force a hegemonic force, prospering for 10,000 to 20,000 years, and its effect is too great. Compared to the supreme, I do not know how many times it is important.

Those hegemonic forces, the most hope is the successor, if there is no successor, no new emperor will be born in the future, a hegemonic power will soon weaken, such as Yao Wanggu, Fu Yezong.

Shenhuang Continent, there are numerous overlords in history, but how many can continue to prosper and continue to pass down?

Very few!

Many hegemonic forces are weak because of the latecomers who have no emperor. It is conceivable that the second-level arrogance, how important those hegemonic forces value.

In the distance, those people were breathing cold, sweating coldly, Lu Ming was too ruthless, a second-class Tianjiao, said to kill, killing, fortunately, there is a fate, otherwise, Tianwujian faction is estimated to be crazy.

Lu Ming glanced at the few people, ignored it, and returned to the edge of the cliff to continue to realize the kind of killing.

The world academy, except Vientiane Jade Bi, is still full of people.

At high altitude, the Supreme People sat cross-legged and waited silently.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Wu Cang's figure appeared.

Everyone's gaze looked at it.

"Wucang, it's Wucang, he was cut off, what danger did he encounter?"

"It seems that it's really dangerous in the secret realm. Those who don't have a fortune, don't know how many died?"

"Danger also comes with opportunity, and if you get something, it's worth it!"

Many people looked at Wu Cang and talked about it.

"Wu Cang, what's going on?"

High above the sky, a supreme Wu Tianjian asked.

The Supreme asked questions, but Wu Cang didn't dare to answer them.

"A dark-skinned young man with a handsome face but very cunning..."

Wu Cang did not know what Lu Ming called, and described Lu Ming's appearance.

"What? Isn't that the appearance of the war five residues Lu Shaoqing? It's him again!"

"It's really a killing god. First, he slashed many masters of Xue Luo Temple, he slashed the blood Luo Zi, and now he killed Wu Cang. This person is really terrifying!"

"Even beating the arrogance, this man's combat strength is so amazing, I am afraid that among the second-class arrogance, they are the top."

Many people marvel.

The people in Xueluo Dian's face were gloomy, Xue Luozi gritted his teeth, and his face was ugly.

You talk about what you talk about, why do you touch them.

On the cliff of the Holy Palace, Lu Ming carefully understood.

Every time when the eagle came back, he left, and the next day the eagle went out to forage, and he went to enlightenment.

For five consecutive days, there was a lot of gain.

This imprint is not complete, but a kind of ‘meaning’. From this meaning, Lu Ming understood five killing styles. Lu Ming himself named the five killing styles.

There are no specific moves in the five forms of killing, but only a way of using the killing mood. That is to say, there is no killing mood and it is useless at all.

However, when Lu Ming borrowed the power of the third bloodline, he was able to borrow the artistic conception of the killing, and the five forms of killing would come in handy.

Before, Lu Ming borrowed the power of the third bloodline, just borrowing the power. With the five killing methods, there is no doubt that the power will be stronger.

"about there!"

Five days later, Lu Ming got up and left.

This imprint is not complete, and even if you continue to comprehend, there will not be much gain.

Lu Ming left here and continued to look for opportunities.

One day later, Lu Ming came to a lush mountain range.

"Wo Nest, why have all the potions been hollowed out along the way?

As soon as a gust of wind rushed everywhere, his mouth scolded.

This mountain has a very strong aura. The ancient trees are towering. Along the way, dozens of pits were found all along, all of which were left after the potion was dug away.

According to Dan Dan's speculation, it was all left by the eighth-level elixir. His anger, obviously, was taken first.

"It's too clean to dig, no hair is left!"

Sighed.

Lu Ming was also speechless, and they even changed positions in this mountain forest.

"Someone in front!"

Suddenly, Dan Dan stared at Lu Ming's shoulder.

Lu Ming condensed his breath and proceeded carefully.

In front, a figure fluttering in white, walking in the air, flashing in the mountains and forests.

The back is very young, but a bald head with a round and smooth top.

His body is extremely fast, like a gust of wind. After a while, he appears in front of an elixir.

"My hair is so good, so good!"

The bald head groaned, then waved his sleeves, and the elixir rose off the ground and was taken by him.

"This... is it the saint of Xi Mo?"

Lu Ming was surprised.

Legend has it that Ximo is different from other places in that it is Dharma practiced. The entire desert of Ximo is dominated by Dharma and has many ancient temples.

Looking at the dress of this bald head and the chanting Buddha number, it is clearly a saint of Xi Mo.

After collecting the elixir, the Ximo monk continued to move forward. After a while, he came to a dark underground cave and observed it carefully.

After a while, he stepped back a few miles and took out a disc, then a purple beam of light rose into the sky.