DRAGON EMPEROR

You are Just Trash

The buzzzzzzz! The buzzzzzzz!

After which, Lu Ming stabbed twice in a row.

The two spears were as fast as lightning, like two meteors streaking across the sky. They were accompanied by a flame that lit up the sky.

THE EXPLOSION! THE EXPLOSION!

Then, the two meteors suddenly exploded, and a terrifying and fierce power instantly erupted.

From where the three of them clashed, waves of sword Qi, sword radiance, and burning spear beams swept out.

Several silver-robed elders prepared a layer of defense, protecting the table, chairs, and other disciples from the four courtyards behind them.

Whooshing sound! Whooshing sound!

Right now, the sword and sword were flying far away. At the same time, two screams were heard. Two figures were thrown, and blood splattered in the sky.

It was Jian Wuchen and the young man who was hugging the sword.

As the light dissipated, Lu Ming stood in the middle of the field with a spear in hand, not moving in the slightest.

He has won. Lu Ming has won.

He had fought two geniuses from the Qilin Hall alone, and he had still defeated them with just a single move.

That's too cruel.

I don't care what kind of genius you are, I don't care what special bloodline you have. One man, one spear, I can sweep the world.

Everyone seemed to see such a scene.

The clothes of Jian Wuchen and the sword-wielding youth were torn and wounds appeared on their bodies. They are in a sad state.

Lu Ming walked towards Jian Wuchen step by step. He looked at her and said indifferently, “I've said before that I will definitely defeat you in three steps. Now, exactly three moves!

“Lu Ming, just wait. I'll kill you someday.”

Jian Wuchen glared at Lu Ming with a fierce look in his eyes.

“See, you're here again. Didn't you just say it? This is a joke for people who do not have the ability to talk big. Now, you can't even be considered a joke.”

Lu Ming sneered.

tell me, just tell me. I, Jian Wuchen, swear that I will repay today's humiliation to you ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times in the future. I'm gonna torture you. I will humiliate Qiu Yue in front of you. I will make you suffer so much that you wish you were dead. I will make you regret what you did today.

Jian Wuchen roared like a Mad Dog, and the killing intent in his eyes was so strong that it looked real.

He already hated Lu Ming so much. This b*jingan, garbage. He actually dared to hurt and defeat him in front of many people. He said it was a great insult.

Of course, he did not even think of humiliating others. He thinks it's the right thing.

Lu Ming smiled, but there was a cold killing intent in his smile.

I, Lu Ming, hate it when people threaten me. You shouldn't threaten me.

Lu Ming's voice turned cold. He did not hide any killing intent in his body at all.

Jian Wuchen's heart turned cold as he shouted, “What do you want to do?”

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you wanted to paralyze me? Now, you're threatening me. To avoid trouble in the future, of course I have to cripple you.”

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

“Cripple me? You dare? Lu Ming, you scum. Do you know who I am? I have a special bloodline, a Qilin Hall disciple, a future lord of the mystic sword sect, a future pillar of the sect. You dare cripple me?

Jian wuchen laughed as if he had just heard a joke.

However, he could no longer laugh.

This was because he realized that Lu Ming's eyes were cold and determined. He's not shaken.

He felt a cold chill in his heart. A bone-chilling coldness emerged from his tailbone and headed straight over his head. He hurriedly shouted, "" No, don't ... "

Whooshing sound!

Before he could finish his sentence, Lu Ming's long spear had broken through his dantian, destroying the typhoon in his dantian.

Hiss hiss...

Everyone is surprised.

Lu Ming had completely crippled Jian Wuchen's cultivation.

Strict character, cruel methods, and great courage.

Jian Wuchen was a peerless genius in the Qilin Hall. He had a special bloodline and was the focus of the cultivation of the mystic sword sect. They hid it in secret for fear of being killed by another sect.

But now, his cultivation had been crippled by someone from his own sect.

"good job. If it were me, I wouldn't hesitate either.”

Ling Kong's eyes shone with ferocity as he said coldly.

The others are speechless. Who would be like you, a demonic beast that did not care about the consequences?

“Lu Ming, you're done. You have crippled my cultivation, so you cannot escape. I am a genius in the Qilin Hall. This sect will definitely defend me. You're dead."

Jian Wuchen was still shouting.

However, Lu Ming's expression was extremely calm. He looked at Jian wuchen indifferently and said, “”Stupid!”

"What?"

Jian Wuchen was stunned.

Let me ask you, what do you rely on?

Lu Ming suddenly asked.

Jian wuchen gripped his dantian with all his might and was a little dazed.

The same thing happened to the others. They did not know why Lu Ming was asking this question.

what you rely on is nothing more than your special bloodline and talents. You think you are tall and mighty because of your special bloodline, look down on others and treat them like trash.

with your special bloodline, this sect must protect you and spend a lot of resources to cultivate you. All this because of your bloodline and talent.

said Lu Ming.

thas right. I was born a noble. Do you think I'm someone you envy? Jian Wuchen.

Lu Ming smiled indifferently and looked at Jian Wuchen. He said word for word, “but now, your talent that feels right on its own is worse than the trash before me. Your so-called talent is nothing in front of me.

“Do you think the sect will punish me, someone whose talent is far above yours, because trash like you whose cultivation has been crippled? Is that possible?”

The explosion! The explosion! The explosion!

Every word of Lu Ming was like lightning, exploding in Jian Wuchen's mind.

Thas right. Lu Ming's talent was far above him. Its value to the mystical sword sect was also far above it. Why would he punish Lu Ming for a useless person like him?

That's not possible. The sect elders might even go to great lengths to nurture Lu Ming.

“No, no, not like that. Impossible, not possible.”

Jian wuchen roared in despair. He can't accept this.

He knew that if he was paralyzed, he would only become paralyzed for no reason. The sect would definitely not defend him.

At the scene, everyone was also aware. That's exactly what happened.

Lu Ming's talent could already be compared to geniuses like Duanmu Lin and Feng Wuji. An ordinary special bloodline was no match for him, so why would he punish him so severely?

today is the big day of your brother Yun. Take him and go!

Lu Ming no longer looked at Jian Wuchen, who was like a pile of mud. He turned his gaze to the young man who was hugging the sword.

At this moment, the young man who was hugging the sword and the burly young man were already frightened. They did not dare to say anything and quickly dragged Jian wuchen who was still shouting out of the sword dance courtyard.

The storm that threatened the honor of the bronze rank ended hurriedly due to Lu Ming's arrival.