"Yes, there is no grass at the end of the world, Brother Jian, you need to put it down!"

Lu Ming patted Jian Feiliu's shoulder and didn't say anything.

This kind of thing is difficult for outsiders to help, and you need to face it yourself.

Afterwards, they went back to their rooms.

Now, there are still twenty days left before the battle of the Heavenly King List officially begins.

Lu Ming wants to improve his strength as soon as possible in these twenty days.

The six ancient families cultivated god-level exercises, and the Tianjiao among them was absolutely terrifying.

Lu Ming himself has also cultivated the god-level exercises, the true trick of the war dragon, and knows the horror of the god-level exercises.

The true technique of the war dragon, being able to cultivate ten times the true element, has always been the foundation of Lu Ming's strong combat power.

Then, the same god-level exercise is definitely terrifying.

The battle of the Heavenly King List will definitely be extremely tragic.

Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple, sat cross-legged in front of the Ancient Tree of Enlightenment, took out a piece of Earth Mystic Crystal, and began to cultivate.

Since the last time the Jiuyang Supreme appeared and chatted with Lian Cang for a while, he returned to the Supreme Temple and fell into a deep sleep.

Click!

crushed the earth mysteries and crystals, and the artistic conception filaments permeated Lu Ming's whole body.

This fast arcane spar is a medium-grade earth arcane spar.

In the blink of an eye, more than a day has passed, and Lu Ming has raised the artistic conception of the earth to the peak of the first-level Xiaocheng, and he is one step away from breaking through the Dacheng.

At this time, Lu Ming felt a bottleneck.

The artistic conception of the earth actually encountered a bottleneck in a small achievement at the first level, like several other artistic conceptions, Lu Ming cultivated to the limit of the first level in one breath before encountering a bottleneck.

The artistic conception of the earth is worthy of a special artistic conception, which is not comparable to the nine common artistic conceptions.

Since he had encountered a bottleneck, Lu Ming stopped his cultivation and planned to take a walk outside.

I opened the door and walked out, but I saw a figure disappear in a flash, heading outside.

"Brother Sword!"

Lu Ming's eyes moved.

The figure just now was Jian Feiliu, and it was already night, and Jian Feiliu's expression seemed to be a little anxious, what happened?

Lu Ming's expression moved, and he followed.

Sword Feiliu was extremely fast, like a phantom, bypassing several streets and appearing in a secluded alley.

Lu Ming engraved a formation for himself that converged his aura, and followed Jian Feiliu silently, and Jian Feiliu didn't notice it.

"Huh?"

Lu Ming appeared on the roof of a house, looked down, and saw a woman in the alley.

It was the junior sister of Jian Feiliu.

"What are you looking for me?"

Jian Feiliu looked at the woman in front of him, his voice indifferent.

"Senior brother, do you really hate me so much?" the woman looked at Jian Feiliu and smiled miserably.

"Hate you? How can it be? Everyone has their own ambitions, I can't force it, if I hate, I hate myself, I hate myself for being born lowly and having low talents, even if I practice hard, I still can't compare to that Wang Mang. Jian Feiliu laughed to himself.

"Senior brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

At this time, the woman suddenly smiled miserably, her delicate body trembled, and tears flowed.

"What's going on?" Jian Feiliu frowned.

"Senior brother, you have to save me, I want to leave that beast, since I followed him, he has not treated me as a human being, and abuses me every day, senior brother, I beg you, now, I can only rely on you. ”

The woman walked up to Jian Feiliu, grabbed Jian Feiliu's arm, and kept crying.

She rolled up her sleeves and saw that her arms were covered with dense scars, and those scars were whip marks.

"That beast, abuse me every day, whip me, leave scars on my body, and don't allow me to heal my wounds, I really can't stand it, I want to leave him, senior brother, I want to leave him, at the beginning, I shouldn't have promised, I shouldn't have promised. ”

The woman wept again and again, and tears kept flowing.

"Beast, beast!"

The sword flew down his throat, roaring like a beast.

"Not good!"

On the roof, Lu Ming's eyes suddenly moved.

Not far away, there were a few streamers, flying towards this side at great speed.

"Slut, dare to tryst with your old lover behind my back, bitch/goods. ”

A roar of rage echoed through heaven and earth.

The next moment, three figures landed in the alley.

"Wang Mang!"

The woman screamed, her face pale with fright, without the slightest trace of blood.

"Sword Feiliu, my woman, you dare to touch it, today, you will die!"

Wang Mang's eyes flashed with a cold killing machine, but on his body, a raging flame appeared, this flame, purple, the temperature was terrifying, the walls of the surrounding houses, and the floor under his feet, actually directly vaporized.

The hard stone is directly vaporized, this temperature is too terrifying.

"Flame Burning Sky Technique!"

Jian Feiliu's pupils contracted sharply.

The Flame Burning Heaven Technique is a mastery of the six ancient families and the royal family, a god-level exercise.

Boom!

Wang Mang stepped out and crossed towards the sword flying stream, and a halberd condensed from the flames appeared in his hand, slashing towards the sword flying stream.

Sonor!

The sword roared, the pupils of the sword flew and turned golden, and a golden sword appeared in his hand, a golden sword light, piercing the night, as if it could split the black night.

However, it couldn't split Wang Mang's halberd.

Rumble!

The terrifying temperature burned everything, and a deep pit appeared on the ground, which was vaporized by the flames, and a mixture of gold and purple energy rose into the sky and went straight into the clouds.

Steppe...

Jian Feiliu's body retreated sharply, and the golden light shining all over his body, resisting that terrifying temperature.

"What's going on?"

"Someone is fighting, what a terrifying movement!"

Nearby, countless people were alarmed and flew towards this side, and suddenly, in all directions, figures appeared.

"That's the Flame Burning Heaven Technique, it's the pride of the Wang family. ”

"Wang Mang, it is Wang Mang, Wang Mang, who is ranked 700th on the Thousand Pride List. ”

"The other person, it seems to be Jian Feiliu, he is facing Wang Mang. ”

Around them, someone recognized the two and was quite shocked.

"Jian Feiliu, is that all that strength? It's so disappointing to me!"

Wang Mang's whole body, shining with purple flames, like a god of fire, the terrifying temperature, overflowing, even the air, burned, Wang Mang stood in a vacuum.

He stepped out again, the fiery halberd piercing the night sky and slashing at the sword.

The golden light on Jian Feiliu's body was about to condense into substance, turning into a golden battle armor, and when it was worn on him, a golden sword light slashed out again.

But this time, the sword flew farther away, and the golden light on his body trembled, as if it was about to collapse.

Whew!

The two old men who followed Wang Mang appeared beside the woman, and one of them buckled the woman's shoulder.

"Senior brother!"

The woman shouted.

"Slut, today, I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I kill your old lover. ”

Wang Mang drank coldly, strolled out, and flew towards the sword to kill.

(End of chapter)