After a few breaths, a large number of disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect fell on the ground, hundreds of them.

Everyone in Jiangxing Palace was stunned. Some people rubbed their eyes vigorously, thinking they were dreaming.

"This, this... monster, pervert."

Mingcheng was also stunned there, roaring in his heart.

He thought he had looked up to Lu Ming as highly as possible, but in the end, he found that he still underestimated Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Touch! Touch!

Lu Ming held the spear in his hand, slashed it vertically and horizontally, and with one stroke, a large area was formed. Each and every disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect had their bones broken and fell to the ground.

Even a genius who understands the situation cannot escape the fate of having his bones broken by a gun.

"Run away."

The other disciples of the Shifang Sword Sect shouted, completely frightened.

There is no way to resist, the strength is not on the same level at all.

"stop!"

At this moment, a loud roar came out, like rolling thunder.

A figure actually stepped on the void and rushed over at great speed.

"It's Senior Brother Yang Zaitian. Senior Brother Yang Zaitian is here. We are saved."

A disciple of the Shifang Sword Sect yelled crazily.
Chapter completed!