Lu Ming glanced at the audience and saw the burned black coke. He could already think of what happened.

A cold and fierce murderous intent burst out in his heart.

Although warriors have mastered powerful power, warriors have rules for warriors, and warriors also have the pride of warriors. Ordinary warriors disdain to kill ordinary people.

But these children of the Ten-Strait Sword Sect have lost their bottom line and have used any means to achieve their goals.

Lu Ming's murderous intent has never been so strong.

Feeling the murderous intent on Lu Ming, the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect stared.

Zheng Gan frowned slightly.

He remembered that he sent nine people in that direction, but until now, not only did he not see anyone coming, but also a strange boy came.

Something was wrong! Zheng Gan's expression moved.

Lu Ming took a step by step, which seemed very slow, but in fact, he came to the disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect in a few breaths.

"Boy, how did you come here? And what about my disciples from the Shifang Sword Sect over there? Have you seen it?"

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted loudly.

"I saw it, but I was all dead."

Lu Ming responded indifferently.

The faces of more than twenty disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect changed one after another, and someone shouted, "Why did you die?"

Lu Ming smiled coldly, waved his hand, and a fire-patterned gun appeared, and a powerful aura burst out, saying, "Of course I killed me, now, I will send you down to accompany them."

"You killed? Boy, you are so brave."

"Little bastard, if you dare to kill my disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect, you will die, not only you, but your family will die."

"Say, what method did you use to sneak attack?"

"I want to kill us, but I overestimate myself. I'll kill you."

Lu Ming's words caused a hustle and bustle. A burly young man walked out, carrying a giant sword, and slashed towards Lu Ming's head with a sword.

If this sword hits, it will definitely cut Lu Ming into two halves.

Scream!

A flash of lightning flashed away, and the burly young man's figure suddenly stiffened.

With a clang, his sword fell to the ground, and then he held his throat tightly with both hands, his eyes staring out like dead fish, revealing an incredible look.

There was a blood hole in his throat, and the blood flowed continuously.

The Gang Musket Art: Chasing Electricity, the fastest move in the Gang Musket Art.

The disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect around him did not even see how Lu Ming took action.

"If you kill someone, you will always kill him. If you want to kill me, you must be aware of being killed."

Lu Ming's indifferent voice rang out.

The burly young man fell to the ground and struggled for a few times, then he lost his breath.

"Good kill!"

More than ten stone pickers yelled in their hearts. Although they didn't dare to scream, they felt extremely happy.

Zheng Gan's eyes narrowed slightly and he spoke, "It's so fast, let's take action together and kill him."

"kill!"

"Go to die!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen disciples of the Ten Directions Sword Sect roared, jumped up, slashed out sharp sword energy, and slashed towards Lu Ming from the front.

The weakest disciples of these Ten Directions Sword Sects are the sixth level of the martial arts master, the strongest level of the martial arts master.

A dozen people worked together, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. Even a master at the ninth level of martial arts would be killed by the ravage sword.

But Lu Ming's body did not move, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Gang Musket Art - Huo Wu!"

Huo Ran, Lu Ming held the tail of the gun in his hand, shook the spear and stabbed forward.

The young man with a loose nose couldn't get in, so he could only watch anxiously from the side.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!