Everlasting Dragon Emperor

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"It's good!" Lu Ming faced the three men's teamwork, instead, he smiled, his body retreated, and he rushed toward the three like a wind.

"court death!"

"Go to hell!"

The three of them drank coldly, and each exhibited their unique tricks. The long sword burst out of the sword, chopped through the air, and made a piercing shriek.

Sword Qi enveloped Lu Ming's whole body.

At this moment, Lu Ming's blood flashed, and his blood burst, and then his body twisted, avoiding the blades of the three men. As for Jian Qi, he ignored it.

"Dead!"

Duanmu Jue's eyes showed a cold killing opportunity, especially Duanmu Jue's smile was triumphant, as if the five hundred points iron card had fallen into his hands.

But at the next moment, his face changed.

Because he felt that Jian Qi fell on Lu Ming's body, as if he were chopping into the endless abyss.

In an instant, his hair was exploding, and a cold murderous opportunity enveloped him.

"Rewind, rewind!"

He shouted.

But everything was too late, and a sword light appeared like a fairy outside the sky, piercing his throat.

Blood spattered, Duanmu absolutely screamed like a beast, and his hands covered his throat, constantly receding.

But without taking a few steps back, he fell to the ground.

Lu Ming pierced Duanmu Ju with a sword, pulled the sword homeopathically, and cut off the throat of another young man.

In an instant, Lu Ming took advantage of the strange characteristics of his bloodline to successfully kill two masters.

Only the last person is left.

The last youth died, almost scared and backed wildly.

But how can he be as fast as Lu Ming? Lu Ming caught up in a few steps, and after a few strokes, he stepped into Duanmu's footsteps.

Duanmu absolutely three people, all killed by Lu Ming.

"This time, there were no injuries, much better than last time."

Lu Ming felt his body and thought to himself.

The sword energy of the three Duanmu Jue was swallowed by Lu Ming's blood veins, and the remaining 50% was resisted by his body protection Qi, so Lu Ming did not suffer any injuries.

Of course, this is related to the repair of Duanmu Jue.

Duan Mujie’s cultivation practice is the fourfold of the martial arts master, which is only two levels higher than Lu Ming. If it is three levels higher than Lu Ming, or even four or five levels, the result is different. Although it can also devour 50% of its attack power, The remaining 50% was enough to kill Lu Ming seriously.

"Look at this Duanmu Jue, how many points iron found."

Lu Ming searched on Duan Mujie's body, but he didn't even have an iron medal, let alone an integral iron medal, not even one or two silver medals.

"What's going on? How could Duanmu Jue not even have an integral iron card? No, it's a storage ring!"

Suddenly Lu Ming's eyes lit up and looked at Duan Mujie's fingers, and he saw a ring.

After taking off the ring, Lu Ming sank into the ring.

The next moment, a space appeared in Lu Ming's mind.

This space is not large, about one side of the volume, far too far from the Supreme Temple.

This is the space inside the storage ring.

In this space, there is a pile of iron cards, a stack of silver tickets, and some clothes.

Lu Ming did not count, and then found a stack of points on the other two people, together with the storage ring, all received in the Supreme Temple, and then swallowed the blood of the three people, flashed in shape, and left Here.

It didn't take long for me to see the exit of the cave. There were still a large number of people there, but Yin Kai, Huang Yu and others had not yet come out. Lu Ming rushed out and flew up a nearby tree.

He didn't go to Fengwu first. He planned to refine the blood of the three people of Duanmu Jue first, count the harvest, and then go to Fengwu.

Sitting cross-legged between the branches of the big tree, Lu Ming began to refine.

One martial artist has four folds, two martial artists have three folds, and the energy essence contained in the essence blood is extremely huge. It is definitely not comparable to one or two tiers of martial arts. Lu Ming's cultivation is rapidly improving.

The mid-term peak of the warrior's second stage, the late stage of the warrior's second stage, and finally, when all the blood was refined, Lu Ming made a breakthrough and entered the warrior triple.

But the bloodline level has not been promoted.

Three blood-red chakras are extremely deep on the bloodbite of the Spirit Eater, obviously reaching the limit, but they have not been promoted to the fourth bloodline.

"Does my bloodline only reach the third level?"

Lu Ming frowned.

"No matter, I will continue to devour the essence and blood in the future, I will not believe that I can not be promoted."

Later, Lu Ming took out Duan Mujie's storage ring and began to count it.

The sum of the points of the two young martial arts triplets is 130 cents.

But the most is Duan Mujue, which actually reached 520 in terror.

Sure enough, there were so many people gathered around Duanmu Jue, and the points on him were absolutely terrifying, actually exceeding five hundred points.

This time, Lu Ming's points reached twelve two hundred and twenty-four.

Such points, the first place is stable? Lu Ming does not believe that others can exceed this score.

In addition, there are more than 80,000 two silver tickets in Duanmu's storage ring, which is really a windfall.

Duanmu is definitely a genius of the Duanmu family, and his fortune is amazing.

Not to mention anything else, just a storage ring, it started with at least one hundred thousand two silver, and there is no market price, now it is cheaper Lu Ming.

After taking a good inventory, Lu Ming shook his figure and came to the place where he had made an appointment with Feng Wu.

"Lu Ming, are you out? How is the situation?"

As soon as Feng Wu saw Lu Ming, she quickly asked.

"very good!"

Lu Ming smiled slightly.

Feng Wu's beautiful eyes lit up and said, "Lu Ming, did the five hundred points iron card fall into your hands?"

"Of course, otherwise wouldn't I have run in vain?"

Lu Ming smiled, full of confidence.

"You guys, really got an iron medal of 500 points. It seems that Yin Kai and Duan Mujue all made wedding dresses for you!"

Feng Wu sighed and watched the landing song, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Let's go!"

The two turned around and left here, disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Soon, two days passed by, and twenty days of trial time arrived.

Many people gathered outside the Yeye Mountains.

Xie Kuang and other elders in the four courtyards, as well as several elders in silver robe, and deacon who are responsible for counting the scores of the iron courts.

In addition to these people, many young people have gathered.

These young people are old disciples in the four courtyards.

Every year, new disciples are paid more attention, because the newcomer represents the future, and it also represents infinite possibilities.

"In your opinion, how many people will be qualified this year?"

The elders in the four courtyards are at the forefront, and the elders in the Baihu courtyard ask the other three.

The elder Chuan Gong of the Baihuyuan is a middle-aged man of short stature, named Duanmujin, who is from the Duanmu family.