Chapter 729
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"Younger martial sister!"
The sword flew and gnawed his teeth. His body soared into the sky and flew into the sky.
"You can't escape!"
Wang Mang stepped up, momentum like a rainbow, that kind of purple flame, it is too terrible, the place, space into a vacuum.
Wang family, an ancient aristocratic family, is a kind of flame, extremely amazing.
Especially the royal family, legend can awaken a kind of blood called Ziji Tianhuo. This blood, combined with the divine level skill and the fire burning formula, is extremely powerful and terrifying.
Lu Ming is not in a hurry. This kind of thing still needs Jian Feiliu to face up to. However, if Jian Feiliu is in danger, he will not sit back and ignore it.
"Jin Mie Jian!"
The sword Feiliu roared, and the dazzling golden light of his whole body converged. It seemed that they were all condensed into the Battle Sword in his hand. The extremely sharp feeling came out from the sword Feiliu's hand.
Then, a sword light of dark gold was slashed towards Wang Mang.
"Demigod level martial arts skills!"
Wang Mang's pupils shrank and he let out a low roar. Then, the flames on his body soared.
"Purple is broken!"
Purple halberds, surging out, the pressure of the space booming.
A terrible roar reverberated between the heaven and the earth. The dark golden sword light was broken, and the body of the sword flew out from afar, coughing up blood in the air.
Even, on his body, there was a purple flame, blazing, as if to burn the sword into ashes.
"You actually have semi divine martial arts. Unfortunately, you can't master them. What's more, you're still someone else's, not blood martial arts. You want to block me. Die!"
Wang Mang drank a lot and walked out to kill the sword.
He used his own blood skills. Although he was less than half divine level, he was also infinitely close to the semi divine level. In addition, the combination of the divine level flame burning formula and the purple sky fire blood vein, he defeated the attack of the sword Feiliu in one fell swoop.
Jian Feiliu's semi divine martial art was obtained from the holy mountain of the world under the earth. It was just practiced for a short time, and its power was not strong. Naturally, it was not Wang Mang's opponent.
"If the sword is defeated, will he be killed by Wang Mang?"
"Wang family, it's too strong. The blood is terrible. With the divine level skill, who can defeat it? In the first World War of the same level, we are almost invincible. Though our swords are strong, we can't escape defeat! "
"Yes, historically, almost all of the top ten Heavenly Kings on the list of heavenly kings have been occupied by the six ancient aristocratic families. Most of the places in the top of the list are occupied by the talents of the six ancient families."
"Not to mention the list of heavenly kings, even if it is the top of the list of thousand pride, it is not the six ancient aristocratic families that occupy the top. Only after the rise of the heavenly corpse sect can heaven compete with the talents of the six ancient aristocratic families."
Wang Mang's Halberd has been cut to Jian Feiliu. It seems that jianfeiliu's defeat is a foregone conclusion.
Boom!
At this time, a vast fist awn, through the void, toward Wang Mang bombarded away.
"Who? How dare you attack me? "
Wang Mang angrily drank, and the halberd turned around, waved it out, and chopped at the fist awn.
Boom!
Burst sound sounded, Wang Mang slightly moved, backward three steps.
A slender figure, stepping out, came to the sword flying in front of the body, it is Lu Ming.
"Brother sword, are you ok?" Lu Mingdao.
"Brother Lu, let's laugh at you. This man is very strong. You should be careful!"
The sword flies the stream to have already extinguished the flame on the body, big mouth gasps.
"No harm!"
Lu Ming smiles and looks at Wang Mang with a strong sense of war in his eyes. He says, "God level skills, burning the sky with fire. Today, I want to learn them!"
"Is it you?"
Wang Mang recognized Lu Ming, then sneered and said, "boy, don't think that you can fight with me if you defeat a loser at the bottom of the list of thousand pride. If you want to learn the formula of burning the sky with fire, be ready to be killed!"
"On your own, I'm afraid the weather is not good yet."
Lu Ming smiles faintly.
Although the cultivation of the Dharma is strong, it is not the cultivation of the Dharma.
Take Zhan Long Zhen Jue as an example. If you practice it by one person, you may not be able to cultivate the highest level and possess ten times the true yuan.
Different practitioners have different powers.
Lu Ming's meaning is very obvious, Wang Mang's practice is not home yet.
"I'm not ashamed of it!"
Wang Mang's eyes narrowed and flashed across the cold killing machine. As soon as he stepped on it, he continued to move towards Lu Ming, waving his halberd and burning everything.
Lu Ming uses his burst star fist, and blows out with one fist. In his fist, there are two kinds of artistic conception of heaven and earth: Thunder and fire.
Boom!
The fist awn collides with the halberd, and it roars violently.
"What a powerful force. I have understood two kinds of artistic conception. Unfortunately, it's just a level one. Do you want to block me? Kill
Wang Mang strode out, and the whole thing seemed to turn into a flame. In the night sky, it seemed that a purple sun appeared.Around, more and more people, at this time, has gathered thousands of people, carefully watch.
Most of the people, are the top king, are to participate in the battle of King list.
Just take this opportunity to learn about other people's combat power and make a comparison with yourself.
There are even Tianjiao, the top seven hundred in QIANJIAO list, and some extremely powerful old people.
Wang Mang's understanding of the artistic conception is the flame mood. Obviously, it has reached the second level.
"Is it? Then add another one! "
The artistic conception of wind also burst out, and the fusion of three kinds of artistic conception broke out, pushing the power of burst star boxing to the extreme.
Boom!
Fierce roar, the sky filled with a bright light, lit up the whole city.
Wang's body is not moving, but Lu mang is not moving.
"Three kinds of artistic conception, impossible!"
Wang Mang's eyes flashed an incredible color. I really didn't expect that someone could cultivate all three kinds of artistic conception to this extent.
"Purple is broken!"
Wang Mang's breath broke out wildly. He showed his top-notch blood skills. The purple flame seemed to break through all obstacles.
"I said, you can't get home!"
Lu Ming sneers, and the real yuan in his body runs wildly.
Just now, Lu Ming did not have all the real power.
At this time, in the same level, according to the strong degree of refinement of Zhenyuan, it is completely rolling.
It's even more terrible.
Lu Ming burst out dozens of fists in an instant, each of which was like a meteor, and exploded to Wang Mang.
Boom! Boom!
After dozens of explosions, Wang Mang's body retreated wildly and his mouth overflowed with blood.
He is injured and completely suppressed by Lu Ming.
"Damn it, let's kill him!"
Wang Mang roared and his voice fell. The two old men flashed and jumped at Lu Ming.
These two old men were both the top kings, but they lived for a long time. Apart from the fact that the artistic conception of heaven and earth did not break through the second level, they were extremely terrifying in all aspects, and their combat power was not much worse than Wang Mang.
They join hands and press on Lu Ming.
Lu Ming sneers at the corners of her mouth and walks out, splitting two palms in a row.
These two palms are plain, but contain great power of terror.
Zhenku Tiangong!
Two dull sound, two old body shape quickly retreat, mouth blood gushing.
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"Younger martial sister!"
The sword flew and gnawed his teeth. His body soared into the sky and flew into the sky.
"You can't escape!"
Wang Mang stepped up, momentum like a rainbow, that kind of purple flame, it is too terrible, the place, space into a vacuum.
Wang family, an ancient aristocratic family, is a kind of flame, extremely amazing.
Especially the royal family, legend can awaken a kind of blood called Ziji Tianhuo. This blood, combined with the divine level skill and the fire burning formula, is extremely powerful and terrifying.
Lu Ming is not in a hurry. This kind of thing still needs Jian Feiliu to face up to. However, if Jian Feiliu is in danger, he will not sit back and ignore it.
"Jin Mie Jian!"
The sword Feiliu roared, and the dazzling golden light of his whole body converged. It seemed that they were all condensed into the Battle Sword in his hand. The extremely sharp feeling came out from the sword Feiliu's hand.
Then, a sword light of dark gold was slashed towards Wang Mang.
"Demigod level martial arts skills!"
Wang Mang's pupils shrank and he let out a low roar. Then, the flames on his body soared.
"Purple is broken!"
Purple halberds, surging out, the pressure of the space booming.
A terrible roar reverberated between the heaven and the earth. The dark golden sword light was broken, and the body of the sword flew out from afar, coughing up blood in the air.
Even, on his body, there was a purple flame, blazing, as if to burn the sword into ashes.
"You actually have semi divine martial arts. Unfortunately, you can't master them. What's more, you're still someone else's, not blood martial arts. You want to block me. Die!"
Wang Mang drank a lot and walked out to kill the sword.
He used his own blood skills. Although he was less than half divine level, he was also infinitely close to the semi divine level. In addition, the combination of the divine level flame burning formula and the purple sky fire blood vein, he defeated the attack of the sword Feiliu in one fell swoop.
Jian Feiliu's semi divine martial art was obtained from the holy mountain of the world under the earth. It was just practiced for a short time, and its power was not strong. Naturally, it was not Wang Mang's opponent.
"If the sword is defeated, will he be killed by Wang Mang?"
"Wang family, it's too strong. The blood is terrible. With the divine level skill, who can defeat it? In the first World War of the same level, we are almost invincible. Though our swords are strong, we can't escape defeat! "
"Yes, historically, almost all of the top ten Heavenly Kings on the list of heavenly kings have been occupied by the six ancient aristocratic families. Most of the places in the top of the list are occupied by the talents of the six ancient families."
"Not to mention the list of heavenly kings, even if it is the top of the list of thousand pride, it is not the six ancient aristocratic families that occupy the top. Only after the rise of the heavenly corpse sect can heaven compete with the talents of the six ancient aristocratic families."
Wang Mang's Halberd has been cut to Jian Feiliu. It seems that jianfeiliu's defeat is a foregone conclusion.
Boom!
At this time, a vast fist awn, through the void, toward Wang Mang bombarded away.
"Who? How dare you attack me? "
Wang Mang angrily drank, and the halberd turned around, waved it out, and chopped at the fist awn.
Boom!
Burst sound sounded, Wang Mang slightly moved, backward three steps.
A slender figure, stepping out, came to the sword flying in front of the body, it is Lu Ming.
"Brother sword, are you ok?" Lu Mingdao.
"Brother Lu, let's laugh at you. This man is very strong. You should be careful!"
The sword flies the stream to have already extinguished the flame on the body, big mouth gasps.
"No harm!"
Lu Ming smiles and looks at Wang Mang with a strong sense of war in his eyes. He says, "God level skills, burning the sky with fire. Today, I want to learn them!"
"Is it you?"
Wang Mang recognized Lu Ming, then sneered and said, "boy, don't think that you can fight with me if you defeat a loser at the bottom of the list of thousand pride. If you want to learn the formula of burning the sky with fire, be ready to be killed!"
"On your own, I'm afraid the weather is not good yet."
Lu Ming smiles faintly.
Although the cultivation of the Dharma is strong, it is not the cultivation of the Dharma.
Take Zhan Long Zhen Jue as an example. If you practice it by one person, you may not be able to cultivate the highest level and possess ten times the true yuan.
Different practitioners have different powers.
Lu Ming's meaning is very obvious, Wang Mang's practice is not home yet.
"I'm not ashamed of it!"
Wang Mang's eyes narrowed and flashed across the cold killing machine. As soon as he stepped on it, he continued to move towards Lu Ming, waving his halberd and burning everything.
Lu Ming uses his burst star fist, and blows out with one fist. In his fist, there are two kinds of artistic conception of heaven and earth: Thunder and fire.
Boom!
The fist awn collides with the halberd, and it roars violently.
"What a powerful force. I have understood two kinds of artistic conception. Unfortunately, it's just a level one. Do you want to block me? Kill
Wang Mang strode out, and the whole thing seemed to turn into a flame. In the night sky, it seemed that a purple sun appeared.Around, more and more people, at this time, has gathered thousands of people, carefully watch.
Most of the people, are the top king, are to participate in the battle of King list.
Just take this opportunity to learn about other people's combat power and make a comparison with yourself.
There are even Tianjiao, the top seven hundred in QIANJIAO list, and some extremely powerful old people.
Wang Mang's understanding of the artistic conception is the flame mood. Obviously, it has reached the second level.
"Is it? Then add another one! "
The artistic conception of wind also burst out, and the fusion of three kinds of artistic conception broke out, pushing the power of burst star boxing to the extreme.
Boom!
Fierce roar, the sky filled with a bright light, lit up the whole city.
Wang's body is not moving, but Lu mang is not moving.
"Three kinds of artistic conception, impossible!"
Wang Mang's eyes flashed an incredible color. I really didn't expect that someone could cultivate all three kinds of artistic conception to this extent.
"Purple is broken!"
Wang Mang's breath broke out wildly. He showed his top-notch blood skills. The purple flame seemed to break through all obstacles.
"I said, you can't get home!"
Lu Ming sneers, and the real yuan in his body runs wildly.
Just now, Lu Ming did not have all the real power.
At this time, in the same level, according to the strong degree of refinement of Zhenyuan, it is completely rolling.
It's even more terrible.
Lu Ming burst out dozens of fists in an instant, each of which was like a meteor, and exploded to Wang Mang.
Boom! Boom!
After dozens of explosions, Wang Mang's body retreated wildly and his mouth overflowed with blood.
He is injured and completely suppressed by Lu Ming.
"Damn it, let's kill him!"
Wang Mang roared and his voice fell. The two old men flashed and jumped at Lu Ming.
These two old men were both the top kings, but they lived for a long time. Apart from the fact that the artistic conception of heaven and earth did not break through the second level, they were extremely terrifying in all aspects, and their combat power was not much worse than Wang Mang.
They join hands and press on Lu Ming.
Lu Ming sneers at the corners of her mouth and walks out, splitting two palms in a row.
These two palms are plain, but contain great power of terror.
Zhenku Tiangong!
Two dull sound, two old body shape quickly retreat, mouth blood gushing.
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"Younger martial sister!" The sword flew and gnawed his teeth. His body soared into the sky and flew into the sky. "You can't escape!" Wang Mang stepped up, momentum like a rainbow, that kind of purple flame, it is too terrible, the place, space into a vacuum. Wang family, an ancient aristocratic family, is a kind of flame, extremely amazing. Especially the royal family, legend can awaken a kind of blood called Ziji Tianhuo. This blood, combined with the divine level skill and the fire burning formula, is extremely powerful and terrifying. Lu Ming is not in a hurry. This kind of thing still needs Jian Feiliu to face up to. However, if Jian Feiliu is in danger, he will not sit back and ignore it. "Jin Mie Jian!" The sword Feiliu roared, and the dazzling golden light of his whole body converged. It seemed that they were all condensed into the Battle Sword in his hand. The extremely sharp feeling came out from the sword Feiliu's hand. Then, a sword light of dark gold was slashed towards Wang Mang. "Demigod level martial arts skills!" Wang Mang's pupils shrank and he let out a low roar. Then, the flames on his body soared. "Purple is broken!" Purple halberds, surging out, the pressure of the space booming. A terrible roar reverberated between the heaven and the earth. The dark golden sword light was broken, and the body of the sword flew out from afar, coughing up blood in the air. Even, on his body, there was a purple flame, blazing, as if to burn the sword into ashes. "You actually have semi divine martial arts. Unfortunately, you can't master them. What's more, you're still someone else's, not blood martial arts. You want to block me. Die!" Wang Mang drank a lot and walked out to kill the sword. He used his own blood skills. Although he was less than half divine level, he was also infinitely close to the semi divine level. In addition, the combination of the divine level flame burning formula and the purple sky fire blood vein, he defeated the attack of the sword Feiliu in one fell swoop. Jian Feiliu's semi divine martial art was obtained from the holy mountain of the world under the earth. It was just practiced for a short time, and its power was not strong. Naturally, it was not Wang Mang's opponent. "If the sword is defeated, will he be killed by Wang Mang?" "Wang family, it's too strong. The blood is terrible. With the divine level skill, who can defeat it? In the first World War of the same level, we are almost invincible. Though our swords are strong, we can't escape defeat! " "Yes, historically, almost all of the top ten Heavenly Kings on the list of heavenly kings have been occupied by the six ancient aristocratic families. Most of the places in the top of the list are occupied by the talents of the six ancient families." "Not to mention the list of heavenly kings, even if it is the top of the list of thousand pride, it is not the six ancient aristocratic families that occupy the top. Only after the rise of the heavenly corpse sect can heaven compete with the talents of the six ancient aristocratic families." Wang Mang's Halberd has been cut to Jian Feiliu. It seems that jianfeiliu's defeat is a foregone conclusion. Boom! At this time, a vast fist awn, through the void, toward Wang Mang bombarded away. "Who? How dare you attack me? " Wang Mang angrily drank, and the halberd turned around, waved it out, and chopped at the fist awn. Boom! Burst sound sounded, Wang Mang slightly moved, backward three steps. A slender figure, stepping out, came to the sword flying in front of the body, it is Lu Ming. "Brother sword, are you ok?" Lu Mingdao. "Brother Lu, let's laugh at you. This man is very strong. You should be careful!" The sword flies the stream to have already extinguished the flame on the body, big mouth gasps. "No harm!" Lu Ming smiles and looks at Wang Mang with a strong sense of war in his eyes. He says, "God level skills, burning the sky with fire. Today, I want to learn them!" "Is it you?" Wang Mang recognized Lu Ming, then sneered and said, "boy, don't think that you can fight with me if you defeat a loser at the bottom of the list of thousand pride. If you want to learn the formula of burning the sky with fire, be ready to be killed!" "On your own, I'm afraid the weather is not good yet." Lu Ming smiles faintly. Although the cultivation of the Dharma is strong, it is not the cultivation of the Dharma. Take Zhan Long Zhen Jue as an example. If you practice it by one person, you may not be able to cultivate the highest level and possess ten times the true yuan. Different practitioners have different powers. Lu Ming's meaning is very obvious, Wang Mang's practice is not home yet. "I'm not ashamed of it!" Wang Mang's eyes narrowed and flashed across the cold killing machine. As soon as he stepped on it, he continued to move towards Lu Ming, waving his halberd and burning everything. Lu Ming uses his burst star fist, and blows out with one fist. In his fist, there are two kinds of artistic conception of heaven and earth: Thunder and fire. Boom! The fist awn collides with the halberd, and it roars violently. "What a powerful force. I have understood two kinds of artistic conception. Unfortunately, it's just a level one. Do you want to block me? Kill Wang Mang strode out, and the whole thing seemed to turn into a flame. In the night sky, it seemed that a purple sun appeared.Around, more and more people, at this time, has gathered thousands of people, carefully watch. Most of the people, are the top king, are to participate in the battle of King list. Just take this opportunity to learn about other people's combat power and make a comparison with yourself. There are even Tianjiao, the top seven hundred in QIANJIAO list, and some extremely powerful old people. Wang Mang's understanding of the artistic conception is the flame mood. Obviously, it has reached the second level. "Is it? Then add another one! " The artistic conception of wind also burst out, and the fusion of three kinds of artistic conception broke out, pushing the power of burst star boxing to the extreme. Boom! Fierce roar, the sky filled with a bright light, lit up the whole city. Wang's body is not moving, but Lu mang is not moving. "Three kinds of artistic conception, impossible!" Wang Mang's eyes flashed an incredible color. I really didn't expect that someone could cultivate all three kinds of artistic conception to this extent. "Purple is broken!" Wang Mang's breath broke out wildly. He showed his top-notch blood skills. The purple flame seemed to break through all obstacles. "I said, you can't get home!" Lu Ming sneers, and the real yuan in his body runs wildly. Just now, Lu Ming did not have all the real power. At this time, in the same level, according to the strong degree of refinement of Zhenyuan, it is completely rolling. It's even more terrible. Lu Ming burst out dozens of fists in an instant, each of which was like a meteor, and exploded to Wang Mang. Boom! Boom! After dozens of explosions, Wang Mang's body retreated wildly and his mouth overflowed with blood. He is injured and completely suppressed by Lu Ming. "Damn it, let's kill him!" Wang Mang roared and his voice fell. The two old men flashed and jumped at Lu Ming. These two old men were both the top kings, but they lived for a long time. Apart from the fact that the artistic conception of heaven and earth did not break through the second level, they were extremely terrifying in all aspects, and their combat power was not much worse than Wang Mang. They join hands and press on Lu Ming. Lu Ming sneers at the corners of her mouth and walks out, splitting two palms in a row. These two palms are plain, but contain great power of terror. Zhenku Tiangong! Two dull sound, two old body shape quickly retreat, mouth blood gushing. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
