Saint Wushuang's face changed, and he shouted, "Lu Ming, what do you want to do? ”

"Nonsense!"

Lu Ming scolded, his body moved, and he grabbed at Saint Wushuang with one claw.

"Today, if you don't pay it, you have to pay it!"

Lu Ming's cold voice sounded.

"You... Lu Ming, don't think I'm afraid of you, it's just a means of cheating, kill!"

Saint Wushuang roared, and an astonishing aura erupted in full force.

Saint Wushuang is very close to the realm of the Martial King, whether it is the refining of the true yuan or the comprehension of the artistic conception, it is close to the realm of the Martial King.

In particular, his combat power is also very terrifying, and he has actually reached the talent of five battles.

The sword-shaped mark on his eyebrows glowed, and an iron sword actually flew out, which was held by Saint Wushuang.

A sword slashed out, and the mighty sword filled the heavens and the earth, slashing towards Lu Ming.

It's a pity that everything was in vain.

On Lu Ming's hands and claws, three artistic conceptions were entangled, and the power was terrifying.

The sword slashed out by the Saint Wushuang was like a bubble in Lu Ming's hand, pinched and shattered.

Lu Ming's hand and claw castrated non-stop, and he buckled it around Saint Wushuang's neck.

With a hard pinch, the majestic true yuan, wind, fire and thunder artistic conception poured in, and Saint Wushuang had no power to resist at all, and was directly grabbed by Lu Ming's neck like catching a chicken.

Touch!

Lu Ming shook it hard, and Saint Wushuang's body was like a lazy toad, and he was thrown heavily on the battle platform.

Rumble!

The battle platform was like being hit in half by a meteorite, making a violent roar and shaking.

Click!

A tooth-aching sound rang out, it was the sound of the Holy Warrior's bones breaking.

Saint Wushuang's body slammed into the battle platform, bounced high again, and then fell again, bouncing like a ball several times before stopping.

Burst!

The blood in Saint Wushuang's mouth spurted wildly as if he didn't want money.

"This..."

The people around me only felt that their teeth were sore and their backs were cold.

Lu Ming is too violent, if he doesn't say a word, he will do it.

The most important thing is that Saint Wushuang, who is known as the first day of the Four Heavens Divine Guard, actually can't make a move in Lu Ming's hands, just like a real chicken, without the power to resist.

But the cultivation realm of the two of them is obviously a half-step king.

It's amazing, it's so different, it's not on the same level at all.

Not far away, Qiu Changkong was so frightened that he couldn't stop shaking, there was no blood on his face, and he almost peed his pants.

Even Saint Wushuang couldn't stop Lu Ming's move, if he dealt with him, it would be no different from pinching an ant to death.

"What is the first day of the Four Heavenly Divine Guard, one piece of garbage, and such a good thing is also qualified to be on par with me?"

Lu Ming glanced at Sheng Wushuang lightly and said contemptuously.

Poof!

The saint Wushuang who was angry at these words spat blood again.

"Hall masters, hall masters, Lu Ming deceived people too much, and he won Xue Chao with despicable means, and he must be severely punished!"

Saint Wushuang screamed miserably.

"Enough!"

At this time, the Lord of the Temple of the Wind snorted coldly.

The sound was not loud, but it silenced the audience.

"Lu Ming, he didn't cheat!"

The Lord of the Temple of the Wind continued.

Everyone was stunned.

"If there is no cheating, how can it be possible? He was clearly inferior before, if he was defeated, without cheating, how could he burst out with such a powerful force at once, and defeat Xue Chao in one move, how is this possible?"

Saint Wushuang shouted in some unacceptable difficulty.

Lu Ming didn't cheat, which meant that he was going to lose 30,000 top-grade spirit crystals.

"Are you questioning my words?"

The Wind Hall Lord's gaze was cold, and he looked at Saint Wushuang.

Saint Wushuang suddenly felt chills all over his body, and shouted: "No, how dare the junior question the hall master, it's just that this matter is too strange, Lu Ming must give a reasonable explanation." ”

"Reasonable explanation? The reasonable explanation is that Lu Ming broke through in the big war. ”

The Lord of the Temple of Wind said coldly.

After speaking, he looked at Lu Ming again, and a gentle smile and deep exclamation immediately appeared on his face, and said, "Lu Ming, in the battle just now, you successfully fused the three artistic conceptions of wind, fire and thunder, right?"

"The hall master is really as wise as a torch!"

Lu Ming smiled and said, he already knew that this point would definitely not be hidden from the hall masters.

"I have encountered a bit of a bottleneck in my cultivation recently, and I met this Xue Chao who wants to trouble me, so I just used him to practice, but I didn't expect it to break through all of a sudden, speaking of which, I have to thank him. ”

Lu Ming smiled slightly and looked at Xue Chao.

At this time, Xue Chao was already a little awake, and he reluctantly struggled to get up, and when he heard these words, he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, screamed, and fell to the ground unconscious.

That's angry.

All around, the others were stunned.

The reason why Lu Ming dared to challenge Xue Chao was to cultivate him.

The most important thing is that it is just a matter of cultivating with him, and gambling with him for such a large amount of money, which is too unkind.

But at the same time, they were also shocked and shocked by Lu Ming's talent.

Different artistic conceptions, where can be fused in a casual battle, if it is so simple, then everyone will go to cultivate.

This is all because of Lu Ming's perverted talent.

"I... I..."

On the battle platform, Sheng Wushuang opened his mouth and held it for a long time, but he didn't hold back a word.

"What am I, Lingjing, hurry up and take it out, I am willing to lose the bet. ”

Lu Ming walked up to Saint Wushuang and looked down at him.

"I... I..."

Saint Wushuang was about to cry, and his lips trembled.

Thirty thousand spirit crystals, this is almost all his property, and it is used by him to refine the true yuan and break through the Martial King.

Where is he willing to give up?

The reason why I agreed to bet with Lu Ming before was that I thought it was a win, and I could earn 30,000 spirit crystals for nothing, so why not?

If you knew you were going to lose, you wouldn't bet on anything.

He looked pleading at the hall masters in the sky.

"Willing to gamble and lose, give it!"

The Lord of the Temple of the Wind spoke coldly.

Sheng Wushuang trembled even more, and he took out the jade box very unwillingly, his eyes were dead, and he looked reluctant.

Swish!

Lu Ming waved his hand and directly snatched away the jade box, swept his mind, and found that there were just 30,000 top-grade spirit crystals, a lot of one.

"It's just 30,000 top-grade spirit crystals, how big of a deal, do you use that expression?"

Lu Ming said lightly, happily putting the jade box into the Supreme Temple, and his heart was extremely comfortable.

Burst!

Saint Wushuang was angry and spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his body trembled.

Lu Ming's words are really annoying, what is a big deal? This is 30,000 top-grade spirit crystals, not 30,000 low-grade spirit crystals.

Saint Wushuang's face was pale, and his face was sad and complaining, and he was simply unable to give up.

At the beginning, he was so high-minded, a picture of pointing at the country, pointing at Lu Ming like an elder pointing at the junior, saying that he was not worthy of being his opponent in the future, and the initiates had several artistic conceptions, and his achievements were limited.

But how long has it been now? In front of Lu Ming, he was like a pug, being kneaded at will.

Now that I think about it, his original expression was simply ridiculous.

(End of chapter)