Chapter 681: Coldsword

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Colorful real people, but a seven-level Zhenming refining master, each level, at least six spiritual lights are lit, how huge is the spiritual fire?
Although Lu Ming ignites ten spiritual lights at each level, he was only a three-level inscription master before, which is far from the seventh level.
For example, a warrior in a large martial arts realm differs from a warrior in a spirit fetal realm by a distance of 180,000 miles. I don't know how far it is.
Therefore, the spiritual fire of colorful real people is still allowing Lu Ming's spiritual fire to continue to improve rapidly.
Moreover, it contains the experience fragments of colorful real people. Lu Ming's experience on the way of alchemy and the way of the Great Array is getting more and more abundant.
"Hey, look, there is another palace in front!"
Xie Nianqing suddenly pointed to the front, a little surprised.
Lu Ming looked at the past. Sure enough, there were mountains in front of him, and one of the peaks also had a palace.
"Don't there be more than one colorful real-life temples, is his treasure hidden in the palace in front?"
Lu Ming's eyes lit up.
Obviously, Xie Nianqing also had this kind of speculation.
"Kill, kill the past, grab all the treasures!"
Shouted.
Uh! Uh!
Lu Ming turned into two rainbow lights and flew towards there.
But not long after, they stopped.
In front, there are two lights, one after another, galloping towards this side.
In the front, there is a golden sword light. In the sword light, a young man in his twenties, very handsome, exudes a strong breath. Obviously, this young man is chased by a light behind.
Behind the light is an old man.
"Chilling Soul!"
Seeing the old man behind, Lu Ming and Xie Nianqing were startled.
The person who chased behind was actually the Han Dao Ling, but wasn't the Han Dao Ling trapped in the large formation in the previous square? Actually got out of trouble and still appeared here.
However, the breath of those who look at the spirit of the cold sword should be seriously hit, far less powerful than the heyday, at most equivalent to the double spirit sea.
"Boy, hand over the treasure and spare you!"
The cold swordsman shouted.
But the young man, ignoring the meaning, flew forward as fast as possible, and flew over from Lu Ming's side.
"Ok?"
The spirit of the cold sword was chasing after him, his eyes swept to the landing, and he froze for a moment, and then shouted, "Little beast, you, it!"
With a scream, the cold-sword spirit stopped his body, instead of chasing the young man, and rushed towards Landing Ming and Xie Nianqing. His eyes showed a bitter bitterness.
This shows how much he hated Lu Ming, and directly abandoned the young man.
Lu Ming's face was solemn, and the infinite dragon gun appeared in his hand.
"Sky Magic Field!"
Xie Nianqing stretched out his hand, and the huge sky magic field shrouded the cold sword spirit.
But the Cold Sword Spirit is indeed powerful. Although injured, the True Element of the body is still very powerful. The True Element bursts out, breaking the sky magic field and killing the two to the landing.
"Destroy the cut!"
Xie Nianqing drank again. In the magic field of heaven, the power of destruction and cutting was burst out, and the power of terrifying cutting, letting Buddha open the space.
The Cold Sword Spirit screamed angrily, covered with white ice cubes, just like a set of ice armor, and enveloped him, his figure continued to charge forward.
"kill!"
Lu Ming held the infinite dragon gun and rushed into the magic field of the sky. The lance of the gun pierced the throat of the cold sword spirit.
Lu Ming was not restricted by the slightest restrictions in the heavenly magic field, just like being outside.
The magic field of heaven is completely controlled by Xie Nianqing.
when!
The cold sword spirit slashed out and blocked Lu Ming's spear. Lu Ming's body shuddered and retreated back.
The realm of the Cold Sword Spirit is too high. Even if injured, the combat power is still terrifying.
"Little animal, die, you will die today!"
In the eyes of the Han Dao Ling, the richness of the murder cannot be separated.
Three days ago, he and the old red monster were trapped in that big formation. They were trapped for a long time, and almost died in it. Fortunately, other people also went there, and others helped destroy the formation. In this case, they can escape.
Although he got away, he was also hit hard. Until now, he has not recovered much.
One can imagine his hatred for Lu Ming.
boom! boom!
The Jiulong bloodline and the second bloodline broke out at the same time, and Lu Ming's combat power increased greatly.
"King level ninth, both bloodlines are king level ninth!"
The Han Dao Ling shouted inconceivably, almost scared to death.
When the bloodline erupts, it is inevitable that the bloodline level will be exposed. Both bloodlines are king level nine, which is simply incredible.
"kill!"
Lu Ming shouted. After the bloodline broke out, he increased his combat power and killed the cold sword spirit again.
The cold sword spirit wants to kill him, so why doesn't he want to kill the cold sword spirit? Otherwise, being so missed by such a mean old monster is uncomfortable, who knows if the other party will be behind.
"Dead, this kid is too scary, he must die!"
The spirit of the cold sword is even more killing to Lu Ming.
However, he was greatly affected by the sky magic field. For a time, he wanted to defeat Lu Ming, it was not so easy.
"I smashed!"
Once indented into the turtle's shell, he slammed into the cold sword spirit's face.
However, the Linghai Realm Warrior, comprehending the second-level artistic conception, can already control the attributes of the world and form a battle armor, covering the whole body, and once rushed over, but only hit the ice armor covered by the cold sword spirit.
"Nest, the seat has not recovered enough, otherwise it will smash through the old guy's ice!"
Dandan flew back to Lu Ming's shoulder, muttered in his mouth, and wanted to find a chance to attack.
call out!
At this moment, a golden sword light flew towards this side.
The young man in the golden robe actually came back here.
The man has not yet arrived, a golden sword spirit, extremely sharp, cut through the void, and cut towards the cold sword spirit.
"Boy, let's die together!"
The Cold Sword Spirit screamed angrily and waved his sword to block the sword light.
Uh!
The young man in Jinpao appeared in the air, glanced at it, and finally landed on Lu Ming, saying, "Sura?"
"Yama?"
Lu Ming spoke.
He recognized from the breath of his body that the other party was the king.
The other party obviously recognized him.
"How about teaming up? Cut this old guy!"
The king said.
"Just what I want!"
There was a smile on Lu Ming's face.
The fighting power of the king is extremely terrifying, and with him, it is enough to fight against the injured Handaoling.
"Golden Shock Kills the Sword!"
The king of Yan was very simple, and he shot directly. The dazzling golden sword gas exuded an extremely sharp meaning, letting the Buddha cut everything.
King Yan, comprehending Jin's artistic conception, and has reached the second level. Jin's artistic conception is known for its sharpness and sharpness.
Xie Nianqing's heavenly magic field will naturally not hinder the king.
At the same time, Lu Ming also appeared, a spear pierced, and a three-colored true dragon flew out, rushing towards the cold sword spirit.
Facing the attack of the three people, the cold sword spirit slashed out the sword and attacked the three people.
The roar sounded, and the two sides were equally divided.