Lang Song, Wang Zhaodi, and Niu Bi had also returned to the carriage, and only three of the masked men who fought against them still had some combat strength, so there was nothing to worry about.

The key to this victory or defeat has been transferred to the mysterious seven-rank powerhouse who doesn't know where to hide. Whether it was Tie Lihua or Lu Ming, they didn't expect that the other party would be able to invite a seventh-grade powerhouse.

This level of strength is enough to be on an equal footing with the Great Commander Zhong Qianzhong, and there are not a few in the entire Donghua Mansion, how can they appear here?

"What about Lu Ming?" Tie Lihua looked around, but found no trace of Lu Ming, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Lang Song hurriedly replied: "The deputy commander went to hunt down and kill that Nine Rank Consummation True Martial Artist, and he hasn't come back yet." ”

"Nonsense! At this time, how can you leave the team easily?" Tie Lihua frowned slightly, but there was nothing she could do for a while, and now she couldn't spare the manpower to find Lu Ming.

When Lu Ming heard this not far away, his heart warmed, and he knew that Tie Lihua was concerned about his safety.

But he can't care about this much now, there are seventh-grade powerhouses above his head, and there are two big eight-rank powerhouses on the left and right, Zhang Qianmo and Qinglan Mountain Lord, blocking the way of retreat, and the death battle is about to break out.

As for the three Nine Rank True Martial Artists, they are no longer a threat, and they are handed over to Lang Song.

"Where?!" Suddenly, Lu Ming felt something, and the dark clouds that gathered and compressed above his head rolled and surged, and there was clearly a pure and majestic aura about to erupt.

With the surging and converging of dark clouds, a palm that is long is like a condensed black cloud, shrouded in the top of everyone's heads, like a substance, and even the palm print on the giant palm of the dark cloud is circulating with spiritual power.

"What is this, Paiyun Palm?" Lu Ming was taken aback, from the top of this dark cloud palm print, he felt a huge threat, and the majesty of the surging spiritual power in it had never been seen before.

The biggest problem is that he still hasn't been able to find the other party's true identity, how can he fight?

"So this person is left to me. Tie Lizi's expression was cold, and there was a sword roar under her feet, and the wide flying sword supported her to rise up, and the other handleless flying sword came first, stabbing at the dark cloud palm print.

"Mr. Luping, I'm tired. Tie Lihua hugged Lu Mingyao with a fist, and then held a knife to kill Zhang Qianmo again, with a great momentum of indomitable.

The rest of the Qinglan Mountain Lord, of course, was left to Lu Ming, the same Wind Resisting Divine Power.

"Yes, it ended up in my hands. Lu Ming looked at the Qinglan Mountain Lord, this was right in the middle.

The Lord of Qinglan Mountain stared at Lu Ming, his eyes were full of anger, and he asked in a cold voice: "Who is Your Excellency, why did you steal my Qinglan Mountain Holy Land at night?"

Since Lu Ming appeared as Lu Ping, the Qinglan Mountain Lord recognized him, and he didn't have the opportunity to confront him face to face until this time.

Lu Ming didn't bother to pay attention to the other party's meaningless question, stepped on the light wind, and his body was surrounded by wind spirit chains, killing the Qinglan Mountain Lord.

Hum!

The Qinglan Mountain Lord was even more angry, and while resisting the wind and distancing himself from Lu Ming, he waved his hand and raised a series of wind wheel slashes, slashing through the traces that were difficult to catch from all directions, and surrounded Lu Ming.

"It's just a wind wheel slash, let you see the real wind wheel slash. Lu Ming laughed secretly in his heart, the spiritual power in his body had already gushed out, and one after another more condensed wind wheels left his body.

Lu Ming's wind wheel slash was even more agile, accurately slashing through the wind blade of the Qinglan Mountain Lord, and then killing the Qinglan Mountain Lord whose face had changed drastically.

"You must be a member of the Yunkong Mountain lineage, you and I belong to the same lineage, why do you want to kill each other?" The Qinglan Mountain Lord shouted fiercely as he condensed a whirlpool of green wind around his body.

He had already realized that whether it was his cultivation, the realm of supernatural powers, or his spells, he was far inferior to the supernatural person in front of him.

Lu Ming felt a little funny, is it useful to climb friendships at this time? What's more, he is not a demon subduer of the Yunkong Mountain family at all.

Ignoring the other party's question, Lu Ming was a little curious about the new spell cast by the Qinglan Mountain Lord, and he didn't know how powerful it was.

One after another, the wind wheels came towards the Qinglan Mountain Lord, but when they encountered the Qinglan Mountain Vortex, they were pulled by a skillful force, deviated from the direction, and bypassed the Qinglan Mountain Lord's body in a wonderful way.

"It's a bit interesting, this should also be an eight-grade spell, a ...... that focuses on defense" Lu Ming secretly praised, but he was not impressed, he didn't need this kind of spell for the time being.

As an eight-rank consummate true martial artist, the last thing you are afraid of is the close range of the enemy. Of course, the main reason is that he is reluctant to waste time and space energy.

"See how much you can stop me. Lu Ming just took the opportunity to master his wind wheel slashing spell, and one after another crescent moon wind blades suddenly slashed out, he believed that the opponent's defensive spell also had a limit.

The Qinglan Mountain Lord was miserable, and with dozens or hundreds of wind blades added to his body, he was already feeling exhausted.

Especially after Lu Ming became more and more proficient in the wind wheel slash, many of the wind blades that were driven away by the Qinglan Mountain Lord did not dissipate, but under Lu Ming's control, they went and returned, and attacked again, making the pressure of the Qinglan Mountain Lord increase exponentially.

"Rest in peace. Lu Ming's use of the wind wheel slash became more and more handy, and as he drank from the bottom of his heart, the two wind blades finally passed through the gap and slashed through the neck of the Qinglan Mountain Lord, completely annihilating the other party's vitality.

Call!

Lu Ming felt the movement of time and space in his body, and he felt that his spirit was lifted, and his control of the wind power of heaven and earth rose to a new level again.

After taking the time to look at the time and space in his body, Lu Ming secretly rejoiced in his heart, "Sure enough, the Wind Divine Power has reached the third stage, and the power of my related spells has also increased greatly. ”

Spells are closely related to supernatural powers, and after Lu Ming's wind supernatural powers reached the third level, his wind spirit lock technique and wind wheel slash have been greatly improved, and the grade has not changed, but the power has increased greatly.

At this time, Lu Ming had time to pay attention to several other battles.

Around the carriage, three more corpses were added, and they were the three Nine Rank True Martial Artists. They are not the opponents of Lang Song and the others at all, but they are still fearless to attack the carriage, they are real dead soldiers, so they die the fastest.

Tie Lihua and Zhang Qianmo were fighting in the dense forest not far away, both of them had already done their best, and where they passed, the snow melted, the trees fell to the ground, and the destructive power was amazing.

Tie Lihua is worthy of being a middle-aged woman, although the realm is slightly weaker than Zhang Qianmo, but the courage is still excessive, and the more he fights, the more brave he becomes, and no defeat is revealed.

Lu Ming glanced at the battle in the sky again, and couldn't help frowning secretly, the situation of the Iron Pear Little Sword Immortal didn't seem to be very good.

"Mr. Lu Ping, please retreat from those seven-rank strong enemies first. At this time, Tie Lihua's slightly anxious voice came, with a bit of urgency.