DRAGON EMPEROR

The disciples of the Sword Sect were ten corners

He then went in. After walking for about ten miles, Lu Ming stopped.

This was because a ferocious tiger with red flames all over its body had appeared before him.

The Red Fire Demon Tiger was a second-rate, 8th-grade demon beast. It was a fire-elemental demonic beast and usually stayed in a place with rich fire-elemental spiritual Qi.

Roars!

The Red Flame Demon Tiger suddenly roared and opened its mouth. A pillar of fire shot out from his mouth and exploded towards Lu Ming.

"Good!"

Lu Ming's eyes twinkled and he took out his fire-patterned weapon.

“Armor broken art firearms!”

With a spear thrust, a rotating cutting force exploded and shattered the pillar of fire that was spat out by the Red Flame Demon Tiger.

Then, Lu Ming attacked the Red Flame Demon Tiger and smashed his spear there.

“Mountain accident gun art!”

The long spear was pressed down, emitting a loud whistling sound. The Red Flame Demon Tiger seemed to sense danger. The fiery red fur on his body stood upright, and on his fur was a burning flame.

This flame condensed into a huge fireball in the air and shot towards the fire-patterned spear, trying to block the attack.

However, everything was in vain. The fire pattern spear could not be stopped. With a slight shock, the fireball collapsed, and the fire-pattern spear continued to hit.

Bang out!

The spear hit the head of the Red Flame Demon Tiger, and made a breaking sound. The forehead of the Red Flame Demon Tiger collapsed.

The huge body of the Red Flame Demon Tiger rolled backwards tens of meters before stopping. He no longer breathes.

Lu Ming walked over and controlled his Blood Meridians to suck out the blood essence of the Red Flame demon tiger.

Lu Ming would not miss the opportunity to obtain the blood essence of an eighth grade second-rate demonic beast. In the mystic sword sect, it would cost 800 contribution points.

Circulating his bloodline devouring spirit, it did not take long for him to devour and purify the blood essence of the Red Flame demon tiger. Lu Ming's cultivation had improved once again, but he was still a little lacking to break through to the eighth grade master realm.

“This place is rich in fire Qi, I will develop fire spear technique here.”

Immediately, Lu Ming's mind sank into the art of firearm control and he began to cultivate.

Wh who? Who ...

&Nbsp; buzzing...

Spear shadows were everywhere, and his energy surged. Lu Ming felt his cultivation was very smooth. There was no obstruction as he circulated the spear technique. It was as if he was fused with the surrounding environment.

As expected, the environment had a great influence on the development of battle techniques.

“Smooth, this is too smooth!”

Lu Ming's eyes twinkled and he sank into this feeling.

Lu Ming only stopped after six hours of cultivating.

&Nbsp; Hu hu ...

Lu Ming gasped. Cultivating here required him to circulate his essential Qi to protect his body at all times. He also had to observe his surroundings to see if any magma or flames were coming out. It weighed heavily on his essential Qi and mind.

However, Lu Ming's eyes were filled with excitement.

He had only been cultivating for six hours and Lu Ming could sense that he had made great progress in the art of firearms.

Lu Ming immediately retreated to the outer area to recover his essential Qi.

After his essential Qi recovered, Lu Ming entered the Supreme Temple again. With the help of singing, he continued to understand the feeling of cultivating in the middle region.

Sure enough, with the chant, the cultivation feeling just now became clearer, and his understanding of the art of firearms was one step closer.

A few hours later, Lu Ming entered the middle region again to develop the art of Firearm Control.

Just like that, Lu Ming was cultivating in the middle area. When his essential Qi was depleted, he returned to the outer area to recuperate. Then, he combined it with the Sutra reading to understand the art of firearms.

Lu Ming's understanding of the art of firearm control increased tremendously.

Moreover, Lu Ming had killed no less than ten demonic beasts with fire attributes in the past half a month. Five of them sat in the eighth grade of the second level, and another one sat in the ninth grade of the second level.

The others were all below eighth grade level two.

After devouring and purifying the blood essence of the demonic beast, coupled with the hard work for half a month, Lu Ming's cultivation finally broke through again, reaching the eighth grade master realm.

Such a cultivation base was already considered extremely high among the bronze disciples of the mystic sword sect.

&Nbsp; Hu hu ...

Once again, Lu Ming exhausted his essential Qi and retreated to the outer area. He meditated in a remote pile of rocks to recuperate.

When Lu Ming's essential Qi had recovered by about half, he suddenly heard a commotion not far from it.

“No, why did you arrest me? I am just an ordinary person without any cultivation. I can't help you.”

“I'm only in the third-grade warrior realm, so I can't help you. Please let me go.”

......

The voice begging for mercy sounded.

“Silent, what's with that noise? If I told you you could help, then you could help. It is eight fortunes in your lifetime to be able to help my Ten-Way Sword Skte disciples.”

Cold cries sounded. From his voice, it was a young man.

the young hero of the ten corners Sword Sect, if I can help you, I will definitely help. But you want us to enter the middle region, and even approach the inner region. It's very dangerous there. With my cultivation, if I am not careful, I will burn to death. Please, young heroes, let me go.

Some people begged for mercy.

And well!

Immediately, a slap sound rang out.

The young voice continued, “what are you talking about? what did I call you for?” What the hell are you doing? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut you into pieces.”

The other side of the phone calmed down.

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking through the air rang out, and a body figure appeared in the pile of rubble.

It was a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old. He caught a glimpse of Lu Ming.

“Haha, senior brother, there is one more person here.”

The young man laughed and looked at Lu Ming. “You really know how to hide, but do you think hiding here is useful? Quickly get out and help us find our way to the middle region.”

Lu Ming frowned. He stopped the essential Qi he had recovered halfway through and stood up.

“Nak, get out quickly. Don't linger, I don't have time to spend with you.”

As the young man spoke, he rubbed his claws against Lu Ming's throat.

It was obvious that he wanted to grab Lu Ming and chase him away like a chicken. However, he was disappointed.

Not only was he disappointed, but he was shocked as well.

This was because Lu Ming also reached out and clawed at him. He was faster and more accurate than her as he grabbed her wrist.

A powerful force pierced through the wrist bone of the young man, and a heart-piercing pain made the young man scream.

“Argh! little one, you dare to hurt me? you are nearing death!”

The other young man's hand was about to slap Lu Ming.

"God!"

Lu Ming shouted coldly and his essential Qi exploded. He swung the arm that held the young man's wrist. The young man's arm let out a 'Kacha Kacha' sound and the bone in one of his arms broke into pieces. He let out a horrible shriek and flew over ten meters, falling violently onto the ground.

“Argh! "Aah!" You little bastard, you're dead. You dare hit me? do you know who I am?”

The young man struggled to get up, hugged his arm and cried with a heart-wrenching voice.

“Aren't you just a disciple of the Ten-Tripping Sword Sect? Is that amazing?”

Lu Ming pursed his lips.