Ling Piaomiao noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere in the temple.
Ever since the two men entered the temple, the atmosphere in the temple had become increasingly weird.
The instinct of life made Ling Miaomiao stand up. She walked all the way to the back door holding the oil-paper umbrella. When she looked back at the temple, she saw that Lu Ming was already holding a long sword and slowly stood up.
"Are you really the young gang leader!?"
"Why are you here?"
A complicated light flashed in her eyes, but Ling Mianmiao still gritted her teeth, held the oil-paper umbrella and pushed open the back door of the temple. She took one step and walked into the cold night rain.
There was a "wow" sound.
The paper umbrella opens like a small white flower blooming in the night.
Thunder flashed in the sky, and faint sword sounds could be heard from the temple behind him. The next second, screams suddenly sounded, even covering the thunder.
The man's scream made Ling Pianmiao shudder.
Her steps became even faster, and she didn't think of anything until she was far away.
Looking back at the mountain temple, Ling Pianmiao shouted loudly: "That...that...Lu Ming! I will return the umbrella to you."
Another scream rang out, burying Ling Piaomiao's voice in the night.
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In the temple, blood splattered everywhere.
The two ninth-grade masters of the Tianzitang of the Sanxiang Gang fell into a pool of blood.
A man was attacked by a sneak attack, his throat was sealed with a sword, blood surged out like a fountain, and pale bones could even be seen at the wound.
Another person was seriously injured by a frontal stabbing - Yun Guangfeng's fencing sword came out like a dragon, and the sword penetrated his body and severed his heart.
But he didn't die, he still had his last breath.
Blood gurgled from his chest. The man reached out and grabbed Lu Ming's trousers, his eyes flashing with pain, despair, and disbelief.
"Why...why kill us..."
Lu Ming slowly wiped the sword in his hand, without even looking at this person, and just said softly: "Because if I don't kill you, you have to kill me."
Astonishment flashed in the man's eyes.
"You are the eldest sister...the eldest sister's brother...how could we..."
Suddenly, the man thought of something, and his words suddenly stopped.
'Tonight, at the joint point, except you two and the people over there, everyone else will be killed without leaving any survivors! '
Lu Ming seemed not to notice the pause in the man's tone.
He slowly lowered his head, looked into the man's dying eyes, and suddenly smiled.
"Oh, you didn't want to kill me."
"That may be my misjudgment."
"sorry."
As he spoke, the sword flashed and his throat was sealed again.
At the door, footsteps sounded again.
Another two men braved the wind and rain to break into the temple.
Black clothes of the same style, the only difference is the text on the chest.
【land】
The rain covered up the smell of blood, but the thunder couldn't cover up the screams just now.
As soon as the two Dizitang masters entered the temple, they already drew their long swords and surrounded Lu Ming!
If people from Tianzitang still hesitate to take action against Lu Ming, then there is no obstacle for Dizitang to take action against Lu Ming.
Two long knives slashed at Lu Ming, one from the left and one from the right. The power of the ninth-grade warrior caused the long knives to roar in mid-air!
Lu Ming's eyes instantly condensed, his eyebrows stood upright like tempered blades, his body swerved to avoid one knife, and the long sword in his hand blocked the clash of swords and then blocked another knife!
The two forces on the sword briefly competed, and Lu Ming was actually slightly better.
He used his right hand to deflect the long knife, and his left hand struck out a heavy mountain palm like thunder, striking a person on the head!
"boom."
The man who was struck fell to the ground on the spot and bled to death. However, the other man did not care and struck Lu Ming in the chest and abdomen with his knife!
At this moment, Lu Ming was using up his old strength and using up his new strength. He reluctantly twisted to dodge, but he couldn't avoid the blade perfectly.
The sharp blade broke through the body, leaving traces of blood. The Iron Clothes Kung Fu was already in operation but could not completely offset the damage from the knife.
The blood was like splashing ink, being thrown towards the ceiling by the sword. However, Lu Ming abandoned the sword without saying a word and dug into the man's shoulders like eagle talons with his hands!
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The seven-star folded plum blossom split the muscles and bones, and a leg shadow kicked the man in black three times in a row, hitting the lower body, heart, and head in three critical places!
When Lu Ming stopped his hand, the man in black had fallen as soft as mud at Lu Ming's feet.
Among the four corpses, Lu Ming stood alone.
He bent down and slowly picked up the sword that fell to the ground.
Putting the sword diagonally on the ground, Lu Ming tore off two sleeves with both hands, stretched one to cover the bleeding edge on his chest, picked up the sword again, and tied it with another strip of cloth. The wrist that holds the sword.
His pale red eyes looked towards the door of the mountain temple.
Then I saw a man in white clothes appearing there.
The man looked at Lu Ming, a sinister smile rising from the corner of his mouth.
"Pegasus Gang, Nan Zhongxu."
He walked into the mountain temple, closed the temple door with a slight push, and then held the door bolt.
The worn-out door bolt had long been stuck, but as Nan Zhongxu exerted his strength, the broken door bolt creaked, and Nan Zhongxu pulled out three-quarters of it and got stuck on the door!
The eighth level of great strength can pull out willow trees!
Suddenly a voice came from Lu Ming's mouth.
"And the back door."
"The back door is unlocked."
Nan Zhongxu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the sword tightly wrapped in Lu Ming's hand, and asked with a smile: "Do you need a lock?"
Lu Ming grinned and showed his white teeth, his eyes gushed with anger, and his temperament was like that of a lone wolf who was forced to die!
"Of course I don't need it."
Wind and rain, mountain temple!
Here, the animal cage!
Life and death, only fighting!
Nan Zhongxu lowered his body suddenly and charged towards Lu Ming like a sumo wrestler.
Level 7, Fuhu Technique, tiger slaying!
At this moment, Nan Zhongxu was like a tiger descending from the mountain that had locked onto its prey, with astonishing ferocity and speed.
The sword in Lu Ming's hand cut across a semicircle, and the sword suddenly stabbed forward like a thicket of poisonous snakes.
The sword touched Nan Zhongxu's face, but Nan Zhongxu's eyes remained calm and he just turned his head slightly. The extremely fast sword just cut through Nan Zhongxu's face and brought out a few drops of blood, but the full effect was not completed!
With a twist of his waist, he whipped his whip like a tiger's tail, hitting Lu Ming's temple!
Lu Ming subconsciously stretched out his arms to block, but was thrown sideways by the huge force. As soon as he landed, he turned over, but Nan Zhongxu had already bullied him and grabbed Lu Ming's face with his palms like tiger claws!
When a sharp weapon versus an empty hand, the distance is the difference between life and death!
For Lu Ming, the distance at this moment was equivalent to him stepping on the death line!
The sharp tiger claws were like daggers, about to tear Lu Ming alive. At the right moment, Lu Ming saw a series of footsteps, Yunlong Three Transformations stepped out quickly, and dodged the attack of the tiger claws in a moment.
Yunlong's three-level leg skill not only has the effect of forging and tempering the body, but the steps in it are also miraculous in combat.
However, Lu Ming was only at the ninth level after all, which was a big level lower than Nan Zhongxu's eighth level.
Although among the lower three levels, a person with a lower level holding a sharp weapon may not lose in a life-and-death fight with a person with a higher level, the chance of winning is indeed slim.
Seeing that the tiger's claws were useless, Nan Zhongxu actually fell back.
The thick thigh whipped out again, and the toes hit Lu Ming's chest.
"Bang" sound.
Lu Ming's body flew out and smashed the mountain god's tribute platform. He turned over and stood up again, but the injury on his chest was even bigger, and even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
Staring at Nan Zhongxu angrily, Lu Ming felt that his blood and energy were sluggish all over his body, and his heart was tingling slightly. He had been kicked by Nan Zhongxu and suffered internal injuries.
The taste of rust surged in his mouth, but Lu Ming suddenly laughed ferociously.
"Pooh."
Spitting out scarlet saliva, Lu Ming actually stepped forward, like a lone wolf!
"Seek death!"
Nan Zhongxu snorted disdainfully.
As a warrior, you should keep your mind as calm as water when fighting, so that you can grasp the overall situation.
Look at Lu Ming at this moment, his blood is surging and his eyes are scarlet. It is obvious that he has lost his mind due to murderous intent!
"How can you defeat me with just your bravery!?"
He opened his hands again and rushed towards Lu Ming with the force of a tiger. When the distance between the two parties was close, the tiger swung its tail and swept Lu Ming with another whip!
However, this time, it was different from just now.
Lu Ming actually took the initiative to meet Nan Zhongxu's whip kick with his chest. Listening to the "crack" sound, he didn't know how many ribs Lu Ming had broken by this kick!
Such a fatal attack made Nan Zhongxu stunned. The next second, the sword light flashed, and a familiar calf rose into the sky!
Nan Zhongxu suddenly cried out in pain.
Lu Ming made a counterattack and pinned Nan Zhongxu under him. The sharp sword in his hand was about to insert into Nan Zhongxu's throat. Unexpectedly, Nan Zhongxu slapped Lu Ming in the ribs. Not only did he injure himself more, but he also Lu Ming was knocked away on the spot.
However, before Nan Zhongxu could stand up, the figure with the smell of blood swooped in again and bit him on the face.
"Fuck you!"
"Tear~~"
A large piece of flesh and blood was bitten off by Lu Ming on his cheek, and he actually swallowed the whole piece of flesh and blood into his mouth.
The ferocious magic light flashed from Lu Ming's eyes, like thunder in the night, and even made Nan Zhongxu stunned for a moment. Then he saw Lu Ming raised his left hand high, aimed at Nan Zhongxu's head and slapped it! !
"boom!"
The severe pain made Nan Zhongxu roar.
The only remaining leg used force to push Lu Ming away, but before he could get up, Lu Ming was locked in a cross-body posture!
The long sword slashed like a kitchen knife, leaving traces of blood. Amidst the pouring blood, Nan Zhongxu roared furiously, and Lu Ming gritted his teeth and remained silent!
Night, rain, ruined temple.
Two trapped beasts fight to the death in a cage until they die!
Until the figure holding the sword flew high and landed heavily on the fire, extinguishing the fire.
It was pitch dark in the temple and it was impossible to see anything anymore.
Two heavy, heavy breathing sounds like the dying beast were faintly heard.
After a long time, Nan Zhongxu spoke and said vaguely: "You...ahem, you are so fucking cruel..."
"I didn't expect that you...ahem, you are the young leader of the Sanxiang Gang, and you dared to fight like this..."
"hehe……"
Sneering laughter came from the embers of the campfire, and the rough sound like a bellows sounded again and again.
"I won."
Nan Zhongxu did not respond this time.
He could no longer respond...
In the darkness, a crawling sound slowly sounded.
Lu Ming crawled slowly, leaving a vague trace of blood, and leaned against the wall of the mountain temple again. His scarlet eyes seemed to faintly see Nan Zhongxu's broken body in the darkness.
"ah……"
"I won..."
Kill the eighth grade with the wounded body of the ninth grade.
This move is by no means unprecedented, but it is also a rare thing.
"Cough cough cough..."
A weak voice came out vaguely.
"It's just that I have a reason to win."
