The body that was originally slightly bent because of panting, after Lu Jingmei said this, suddenly pressed lower, her legs were stretched into big lunges, both bent, her upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and the whole person looked like a shrimp arched. As soon as he lowered his body like this, the blood color of the lotus magic skill suddenly condensed a little, obviously Lu Jingmei accelerated the operation of the magic skill, which made him more like a cooked shrimp.

However, such a scene made Wang Huanrong and the others laugh, because just when Lu Jingmei lowered his posture, his offensive had already begun. Although his posture is ugly, but the shrimp's actions rely on that bow and a flick, and the power obtained is very huge, Lu Jingmei's bow body will pop out immediately, with his speed, almost without even blinking an eye, he has already submerged in the middle of several people, and the blood splashes with the knife in his hand, this time it is a little more ruthless than the previous offensive, Lu Jingmei, who has already made a murderous intention, is completely an introductory move, and he doesn't need to worry about defending himself at all.

Lu Jingmei's offensive was really a storm, and in the face of such a sacrificial attack like him, Wang Huanrong and the others were really helpless, except to avoid damage to the greatest extent, there was nothing else to talk about. It's just that although the storm is violent, it is not as long as the drizzle after all, and it is obvious that Lu Jingmei's consumption of maintaining such a high-intensity offensive is also very huge for himself, almost just a mistake, Lu Jingmei once again distanced away, standing on the ground and gasping. Looking at Wang Huanrong and the others, there were injuries everywhere on their bodies, everyone was like they were bathed in blood, if it weren't for the violent wheezing, they would almost be treated as dead, it seemed that it was not easy for them to deal with Lu Jingmei's heavy rain. It's just that although the injuries are amazing, several people don't look like they've fallen down, and they haven't even been attacked much, which is in stark contrast to Lu Jingmei's fierce attack, it's really thunder and rain.

This time, Lu Jingmei's breathing was longer and more intense, looking at the vicious light flashing in the eyes of several people, the previous arrogance and chic were long gone.

"How is it? Are you tired?" Wang Huanrong was supported by Fang Yan, although her breath was weak, she still had a smile on her face, looking at her appearance, it was just like being in a position with Lu Jingmei of Fang Cai, and said slowly, "Your lotus magic skill is indeed amazing, it can give birth to such a speed, not to mention the world's uniqueness, I believe that no one below the grandmaster is your opponent." It's just ......"

Speaking of this, Wang Huanrong deliberately lengthened her voice and stared at Lu Jingmei. And Lu Jingmei, in addition to gasping, responded to her vicious devouring eyes. Seeing this, Wang Huanrong smiled even more happily, and said word by word: "It's just ...... You're completely wrong. ”

"Fart. Lu Jingmei snorted, but the depths of his eyes were not so firm, obviously in his heart, he didn't completely feel that Wang Huanrong was "farting".

Being drunk like this by Lu Jingmei, Wang Huanrong smiled even more, but changed the topic and said: "When did you start practicing qi? After twenty or thirty? Even if you are a military general, your body is better than ordinary people, but you only started to practice qi at such an old age, do you think you can compare to a martial artist who has been cultivating qi since childhood?" Her speed of speech was not fast, but she was very confident, at least in terms of momentum, she had already suppressed Lu Jingmei. And Lu Jingmei was told by her, she wanted to have a seizure, but she endured it, and the sentence "shut up" was forced in her mouth, his brows furrowed deeply, and he subconsciously lowered his head slightly, obviously Wang Huanrong had already said something in his heart.

What Wang Huanrong said is not bad, Lu Jingmei is a military general, and her body is stronger than ordinary people, but after all, internal breath and qi training is internal kung fu, and more will be qualified and perseverance, many children of the family start to lay the foundation at the age of four or five, and even some strict masters begin to teach the method of practicing qi when the disciples will not leave, which may give the disciples a little bit of advantage. Lu Jingmei is not a person in the rivers and lakes, he doesn't know much about this kind of thing, but he is not ignorant, after all, he has invited so many masters, and he chats intentionally or unintentionally on weekdays, and he also knows that he has obtained this lotus magic skill at the age of thirty-seven, and his cultivation has only been a few years, even if he is a genius, he has passed the golden age of laying the foundation, not to mention that his qualifications are only ordinary, plus he hides a lot of lotus magic skills on weekdays, and for several reasons, Lu Jingmei's cultivation today should also be regarded as a miracle, which is also all due to the unique path of lotus magic skills, if you change to ordinary exercises, even if Lu Jingmei puts in ten times the effort, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the country.

Other people may not know this deeply, but Lu Jingmei, the person concerned, has a particularly profound experience, at the beginning of his cultivation of lotus magic skills, he still entered the realm quickly, which made him quite happy, and he thought that he was a good talent and beautiful jade, and until the deeper he cultivated, the more he felt powerless, and the reason for all this was that he started too late, and the explanation in a word was that the foundation was unstable.

The power of the lotus magic skill is certainly strong, but the stronger it is, the deeper the skill it needs to control, Lu Jingmei faintly feels that he may not be able to control this powerful power, although this feeling is not strong in normal times, but at this time, after Lu Jingmei fought with a few people, after rashly using a power that is not like that of mortals, the restlessness in his body became stronger and stronger, until this time he had to rest and breathe for a long time every time he launched a blow. At first, he still had the idea of playing with these people, but when he attacked with the five-star killing method, he suddenly lost his true qi and almost went through the meridians, Lu Jingmei suddenly woke up, and the dangerous thoughts he usually had were immediately magnified, which also made him firm in his heart to fight quickly. After all, Lu Jingmei is very deep in the city, although she is eager to solve the battle in her heart, she does not show the slightest expression, and takes the opportunity to speak slowly. It wasn't until he attacked Wang Huanrong that he was caught by the other party.

Who is Wang Huanrong, the chief disciple of the painting house, and the martial arts of the painting house are also called powerful, but their most powerful kung fu is still the painting skills. Painting, first practice the eyes and then the hands, without the meticulous observation of things, how can you give birth to lifelike works under the pen. Painting is never a technique of brushwork, but a skill of cultivating the mind. Because of this, Wang Huanrong is easier to observe the changes in details than others, and she is keenly aware that Lu Jingmei's breathing rate and Cheng dù have deepened after several attacks, this phenomenon is normal after strenuous exercise, but it is not normal in Lu Jingmei. Being able to practice such an extreme speed, and actually wheezing violently, this is obviously due to inability. Combined with the previous inferences, the answer is almost ready to come out, Lu Jingmei's foundation is unstable, like a towering building, the cornerstone is all tofu scum, the more magnificent it is, the more dangerous it is to overturn.

Lu Jingmei naturally knows her own situation clearly, and Wang Huanrong also deduces from some details. For a while, the two sides changed from arrogant and wanton to silent and awe-inspiring, and from full vigilance to talking and laughing. Although there was no change in form, the momentum was suddenly reversed. After Lu Jingmei lowered her head slightly, she immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly glared back, but said, "What do you want to say?" His momentum weakened for no reason, although he was still strong, but his heart was not so firm. And by asking this, he obviously acquiesced to the other party's authority in this regard, because although he knew what the problem was, he couldn't find a solution to it at all.

Seeing this, Wang Huanrong knew that he had guessed correctly, Lu Jingmei's physical condition was indeed not enough to control the extreme speed of the lotus magic skill, and he himself was aware of this, otherwise how would he listen to Wang Huanrong's nonsense. So Wang Huanrong smiled knowingly and said: "We haven't seen the lotus magic skill, and we haven't even heard of it, but you still need to tie the bell to unlock the bell, and Jiangling may be able to help you." ”

Wang Huanrong was outspoken, it really looked like she was helping a friend come up with ideas, but there were a lot of things hidden in her words, she didn't know where Lu Jingmei's hatred for Jiangling came from, but that kind of hatred from the bottom of her heart could not be disguised, and when Wang Huanrong mentioned Lu Jingmei, she immediately made the other party angry.

"Shut up. Let me find that bastard, dream!" Lu Jingmei shouted angrily, her expression did not seem to be fake at all, and her chest rose and fell, obviously haunting with anger.

And Wang Huanrong, who stimulated Lu Jingmei with a sentence, still said unhurriedly: "In this case, you may be able to try that last method." ”

Listening to Wang Huanrong's words, Lu Jingmei couldn't help but be stunned, and her angry appearance suddenly disappeared, as if Wang Huanrong's words had given him some inspiration, but then he recovered, his breathing was still short, but his feelings had already converged, staring at Wang Huanrong like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, and then slowly said: "You are very good, in vain I think I am smart, but I still almost fell in love with your way." Although you look annoying, you can play tricks on me in many ways, and I will let you die last......"

Lu Jingmei's words are a little contradictory, Wang Huanrong washed him, and he also let her die last, but this is like a gift, but it is a piercing chill, his so-called death is obviously not an ordinary stabbing death, what is hidden in it is torture and pain, Lu Jingmei should hate Wang Huanrong very much.

As soon as the word "death" came out, Lu Jingmei did not rest, accelerated on the spot, and rushed forward, but this time his speed was significantly slower, to the point where it was recognizable to the naked eye. However, compared to just now, Wang Huanrong and the others felt more pressure, and Lu Jingmei deliberately adjusted the speed to the point where he could control it. This is like a person dancing a huge iron ball, although the power is huge, but if you are not careful, you may hurt yourself, but the same person plays a sword, although the power of the sword is not as strong as the iron ball, but under the control of that person, it will only produce stronger destructive power.

Controlling the speed, Lu Jingmei's momentum also sank, if he was like a sharp spear before, then at this time he was like a rock, calm and heavy and difficult to shake, but this rock was crashing into the opponent at high speed at this time, and the end was strong and heavy. Lu Jingmei was slow, but it was still difficult to stop, because Wang Huanrong and the others were also at the end of the crossbow, and they could see what happened to their opponents, and they couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed.

After this change, Lu Jingmei is all safe, neither radical nor too conservative, like a sickle, slowly harvesting everyone's lives. He was angry, not because of Wang Huanrong's play, but because he faintly felt that what the other party said might be true, and his lotus magic skill might really be wrong, and it was completely wrong, and the mistake was irreparable, so he could only vent his anger in this way, only the enemy's blood could make him feel his own existence in the rage, just like the blood sprayed out of his weapon when he stabbed into the enemy's heart, only warm blood could reduce his rage.

However, at this very moment, a familiar feeling arose, and it was very dangerous.