Chapter 142: In front of me, you are garbage

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Uh! Uh!
Then, Lu Ming stabbed two shots in a row.
The two shots were lightning fast, like two meteors traversing the sky, with hot flames illuminating the sky.
boom! boom!
Then the two meteors burst apart, and the power of terror and violent erupted instantly.
From the place where the three men fought, there was a burst of sword spirit, a knife awn, and a hot gunman, sweeping outward without money.
Several silver-robed elders defended the tables and chairs behind them and the other four disciples.
call out! call out!
At this time, a war sword and a war sword flew out from a distance, and at the same time, two screams came out, two figures flew out, and blood was scattered in the sky.
It is a young man with no dust and a sword.
Lu Ming dissipated, Lu Ming held a spear and stood in the field, immobile.
Win, Lu Ming won.
The two geniuses who fight alone in the unicorn courtyard are still just a trick to destroy the decay and sweep the other side.
Too arrogant.
Whatever your genius, what special bloodline you have, one person, one shot, sweeping the world.
Everyone seemed to see such a picture.
Jian Wuchen and the young man holding the knife had broken clothes, and there were scars on their bodies.
Lu Ming walked towards Jian Wuchen step by step, looked down at him, and said indifferently: "I said, within three strokes, you will definitely lose, now it is just three strokes!"
"Lu Ming, you wait for me. I will kill you one day sooner or later."
Jian Wuchen watched Landing Ming frantically, his eyes full of fierce colors.
"Look, you're here again. Didn't you just say that? Those who have no skill are talking big, that's a joke. Now, you can't even count jokes."
Lu Ming sarcastically said.
"Speak, though you say, my sword is dustless and swear, today's disgrace, I will definitely return it to you ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times in the future, I want to torture you, I want to be in front of you, wantonly Insulting Qiuyue will make you desperate and make you regret what you have done today."
Jian Wuchen roared like a mad dog, and the killing in his eyes was like substance.
He has entangled Lu Ming with hatred. This cheap, rubbish-like thing dared to hurt him and defeat him in the face of so many people. In his view, this is a great shame.
Of course, he will not humiliate others, he will not think about it, in his opinion, it should be.
Lu Ming smiled, but with a cold murder in his smile.
"In my life, Lu Ming hates people threatening me, you should not threaten me."
Lu Ming's voice froze, and the murder in his body made no secret.
Jian Wuchen couldn't help but cold, shouting: "What do you want to do?"
"What are you doing? Didn't you just clamor for abolishing me? Now you are threatening me again, and in order to avoid future troubles, of course you have to abolish you."
Lu Ming smiled lightly.
"Abolish me? How dare you? Lu Ming, you like this rubbish, do you know who I am? I am a special bloodline, a disciple of the Qilin Academy, a future overlord of the Xuanyuan sword school, a future pillar, you dare Wasted me?"
Jian Wuchen laughed as if he heard a joke.
But he only laughed halfway, but he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because he found Lu Ming's eyes cold and firm, unshakable.
There was a cold in his heart, a bitter cold rose from his tail vertebrae, and he rushed towards the Tianling cover. He hurriedly shouted, "No, don't..."
call out!
Before he finished speaking, Lu Ming's spear pierced out, pierced his Dantian, and smashed the cyclone in his Dantian.
The sword was stunned for a while, and there was a loud bang, before he uttered a heart-breaking scream: "Ah, my Dantian, my cultivation, Lu Ming, mediocre, garbage, you are really wasteful Thanks to my cultivation, you must not die!"
Hiss...
There was a cold breath in the audience.
Lu Ming really abolished the practice of Jian Wuchen.
What a decisive character, so fierce means, so bold.
Jian Wuchen is the peerless genius of the Qilin Academy. The special bloodline is the key training object of the Xuanyuan Sword School. The secret is hidden.
It's better now, and it was abolished by those who belonged to their sect.
"It's good, if I were, I wouldn't hesitate."
The violent color flashed in Ling Kong's eyes, coldly said.
Others are speechless, who is like you, like a monster, regardless of consequences.
"Lu Ming, you are done, you abandon my cultivation behavior, and you cannot escape. I am a genius of the Kirin Academy, and the sect will surely rule for me. You are dead."
Jian Wuchen still shouted.
But Lu Ming looked very calm, looking at Jian Wuchen indifferently, and said, "Fool!"
"what?"
Jian Wuchen was a little dazed.
"I ask you, what is your dependence?"
Lu Ming suddenly asked.
Jian Wuchen desperately clutched Dan Tian, ​​a little dazed.
The same is true of others, and I don’t know what Lu Ming is asking this question.
"Your dependence is nothing but your special bloodline, your talent, you rely on your special bloodline and think that you are above you, looking down on others and treating others as garbage."
"With your special bloodline, the sect should take care of you in every possible way, and spend a lot of resources to train you. All these are brought by your bloodline and talents."
Lu Ming said.
"Yes, I am born noble, are you envious?" Jian Wuchen said.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, looking down at Jian Wuchen, saying one by one: "But, now you think that your talent is right in front of me, not even rubbish, your so-called talent, in front of me, is not."
"You said that Zongmen will punish me for the talent that is far from you for your cultivation as a waste that has been abandoned? Is it possible?"
Rumble!
Every sentence and every word of Lu Ming, like Thunder, exploded in Jian Wuchen's mind.
Yes, Lu Ming's talent is far above him, and the value of the Xuanyuan Sword School is also far above him. How can he punish Lu Ming for his waste that has been abandoned?
No way, maybe the Zongmen high-level will vigorously cultivate Lu Ming.
"No, no, it's not like this, no, no."
Jian Wuchen shouted in despair, unable to accept all this.
He knew that he was abolished and could only be abolished in vain, and Zongmen would never come forward for him.
At the scene, other people suddenly realized, indeed.
Lu Ming's talents now can be compared with those of geniuses like Duan Mulin and Feng Wuji. The general bloodline is not as good as him. How can he really severely punish him.
"Brother Muyun's day of joy today, hurry up and take him with me!"
Lu Ming no longer went to see a muddy sword without dust, his eyes turned to the young man holding the knife.
At this time, the young man holding the knife and the strong young man had been scared. How dare they say that they dragged the screaming sword without dust, and quickly left the sword dance other courtyard.
A storm that jeopardized the honor of the Bronze List, because Lu Ming's arrival, ended in a hurry.