Chapter 1006: Persecution to Swear

Bursting out of two dragon powers, and at the same time exerting the Nine Dragons to step into the sky, Lu Ming's body was like a ray of light.

It was too fast, and it was in front of Ling Yunkong in an instant.

Although Ling Yunkong was on guard, he was still taken aback, and in a hurry, he hurriedly made a move.

But his attack and defense were as vulnerable as tofu in Lu Ming's palm.

Lu Ming's palm, penetrating all defenses, buckled it on Ling Yunkong's throat, bursting with energy, Ling Yunkong's neck seemed to be about to be broken, and let out a miserable scream, and the true yuan of his whole body was almost scattered.

The people around were stunned.

Lu Ming actually restrained Ling Yunkong with one move, which was incredible.

It took a long time for everyone to react.

"Bold, let go of the cloud boy!"

"You're looking for death, you know?"

Several old men shouted, all of them were cronies brought by Ling Yunkong.

"Shut up, believe it or not, I'm going to break his neck right now!"

Lu Ming's eyes showed a fierce light. Murderous bursts of power.

Several old men hurriedly shut up.

"Lu Shaoqing, I am the Tianjiao of the Hanging Mountain, if you kill me, the strong man of the Hanging Mountain will not let you go!"

Ling Yunkong yelled.

"Peer competition, you lost so badly, do you really think that those high-level people in Hanging Mountain will stand up for you, and you are not afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

Lu Ming sneered, his eyes cold.

Ling Yunkong shuddered, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

It's true, peers are fighting, if the enemy is killed, the elders of the sect will take revenge, is there no elder on the other side?

At that time, the other party's elders will also kill their own younger generation of Tianjiao, then in the world, where can the young Tianjiao have a chance to rise, won't they all die?

Whether it is the Eastern Wilderness, or Central Continent, or other places, this is an unwritten rule, the younger generation competes, and under normal circumstances, the older generation is not easy to shoot.

Except, of course, in exceptional circumstances.

"I'm going to kill you, it's easy, do you understand the gap between you and me now?"

Lu Ming sneered and continued: "But if I don't kill you today, I can also promise to fight with him, but my conditions are still the same as before, you swear, swear blood, if you lose, you can't move the Xiao family in any way from now on, on the contrary, I will fulfill my conditions." ”

Lu Ming pointed to Hai Ziming.

Today, Lu Ming has to completely solve the troubles for the Xiao family, otherwise it will be endless.

On the one hand, he wanted to force Ling Yunkong to swear a blood oath, and on the other hand, he wanted to show his great strength to deter them.

"I promise you, if I lose, I will never touch the Xiao family in the slightest, and I will not let others touch the Xiao family!"

Hai Ziming spoke first.

In the end, Ling Yunkong was helpless, his life was in Lu Ming's hands, and he could only agree and swear a blood oath.

As soon as the blood oath of a warrior comes out, it cannot be violated, otherwise, in the future, there will be many demons in the heart, not only will it be difficult to cultivate, but I am afraid that it will also go mad.

After Ling Yunkong made a blood oath, Lu Ming shook it off and threw Ling Yunkong away.

"Damn, I hope Hai Ziming can behead this Lu Shaoqing!"

Ling Yun's empty eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent.

Lu Ming actually dared to treat him like this, making him extremely murderous.

Moreover, he is embarrassed today, he is lost, and his only hope now is to hope that Hai Ziming can defeat Lu Ming.

He is still quite confident in Hai Ziming.

He thought that the reason why he was caught by Lu Ming just now was because Lu Ming was unexpected, and if he was on guard with all his might, Lu Ming would not have been able to take him down so easily.

Not only does he think so, but in fact, many people think so, because Lu Ming did succeed in the sneak attack just now.

Moreover, Hai Ziming's combat power, Ling Yunkong is very clear.

Among all the Tianjiao in the Hanging Mountain, Hai Ziming is the last, rising rapidly, and the speed of progress is amazing, and he belongs to the rising star.

In the battle of luck, Hai Ziming ranked fifth among the top ten Tianjiao in the Hanging Mountain, but half a year has passed, and Ling Yunkong knows that now I am afraid that the Tianjiao ranked fourth in the Hanging Mountain may not be Hai Ziming's opponent.

Therefore, he has confidence in Hai Ziming.

Touch!

Hai Ziming stepped out, standing opposite Lu Ming, a powerful aura burst out undisguisedly, his eyes showed a strong battle intent, and excitement.

The eightfold peak of the spirit fetus!

Hai Ziming made no secret of it, and Lu Ming could see at a glance that Hai Ziming's cultivation had reached the eightfold peak of the spirit fetus.

"Lu Shaoqing, let me take a lesson!"

Hai Ziming's palm glowed, and a sea-blue spear appeared in his hand.

Hai Ziming also uses a gun.

His spear, made of blue gemstones, was constantly filled with a stream of water vapor, which shone in color when the sun shone on it.

Lu Ming's fingers moved slightly, and the Infinite Dragon Spear appeared.

Hai Ziming's eyes moved, and he said, "Good gun!"

"Yours is good, too!"

Lu Ming said.

"Then fight!"

When the words fell, Hai Ziming stepped again, waved his spear, and in the air, there was a shadow of a gun in the sky, and he stabbed towards Lu Ming.

The light was pervasive, and there were countless shadows of guns, which seemed to completely cover all of Lu Ming's roads.

Airplanes!

Lu Ming's spear was shocked, and it also stabbed out the shadow of the spear in the sky, and it constantly collided with Hai Ziming's spear shadow.

When!when!when...

The sound of dense collisions, like torrential rain falling to the earth, is endless.

The shadow of the gun in the sky completely submerged Lu Ming and Hai Ziming, and outsiders could only see the shadow of the gun, but no one was seen.

At least thousands of sounds, the sound was only paused, the shadow of the gun disappeared in the sky, and two figures appeared.

"Shoot in the waves!"

The spear in Hai Ziming's hand rotated and waved, as if there were several big rivers, rotating around the spear, carrying terrifying power, and killing the landing.

"The artistic conception of the gun, there is another artistic conception, which is also very terrifying!"

Lu Ming's heart moved.

Hai Ziming's talent is amazing, and he has actually comprehended two powerful artistic conceptions, and they have been fused into one, and his combat power is very powerful.

The Infinite Dragon Lance glows with five-colored brilliance, and at the same time, the Infinite Dragon Lance operates the Prison Suppression Heavenly Skill, and every shot that is fired out has the terrifying power to suppress everything.

Rumble!

The two spears bombarded together, and in the end, the river collapsed, and Hai Ziming's spear was shot out.

Hai Ziming's body retreated sharply, and he retreated a hundred meters before stopping, his face solemn.

And Ling Yunkong's face was ugly to death.

Lu Ming is actually so powerful, and the combat power he shows now has surpassed the combat power he had in the previous battle with him.

Obviously, before Lu Ming, there was still a hidden strength.

"Awesome, take my strongest move!"

Hai Ziming's eyes lit up, and above his head, a spear emerged, and there was also a great river on the spear, and six golden chakras were suspended.

God-level sixth-level bloodline!

Hai Ziming cast a bloodline fusion and turned into a spear.

"The sea is immeasurable!"

In the spear, Hai Ziming's voice was heard.

The spear vibrates, spins in the air, and a shot shoots out.

Hula!

Lu Ming seemed to see a sea, the waves were terrifying, and with the power of destroying everything, they were surging towards Lu Ming.

"Ocean Artistic Conception!"

Lu Ming finally knew what Hai Ziming's other artistic conception was, it was the artistic conception of the ocean, a terrible artistic conception.

(End of chapter)