Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　Jue Wushen's eyes changed. Under the constant bombardment just now, he thought that the first killing move of the killing fist would be enough to kill Su Ming, but he did not expect that it would have no effect on Su Ming at all.

　　"Hmph, look at my second style again!"

　　Jue Wushen's fist strength became more and more terrifying, and the overwhelming vitality around him continued to be used towards him. His entire 867 people seemed to be incarnated as killing gods. ten meters range.

　　"Kill God!"

　　Boom!

　　There was an explosion in the void, and Jue Wushen turned into a fist, like a mad cage roaring, a divine glow bloomed in the void, and the fierce punching force shattered everything within a radius of dozens of meters.

　　He wanted to kill Su Ming with one punch!

　　"Humph!"

　　Su Ming snorted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous aura, and his whole body merged with heaven and earth, entering the mysterious realm of the unity of heaven and man. A few dozen meters in front of him were already wrapped in fist strength, killing intent shot into the sky, but it had no effect. to his mood.

　　"It's over!"

　　Su Ming's Primordial Spirit moved in his body, as if he had transformed into an unparalleled Immortal King!

　　bass!

　　In the void, a dazzling brilliance flashed across the sky, and the sword energy shot up into the sky.

　　The strength of the fist full of sky, under the coverage of the sword energy, dimmed in an instant.

　　A mysterious sword, if it came from outside the sky, should not exist in the human world.

　　bass!

　　Su Ming put his sword back into its sheath, and glanced at the mountain road. The next moment, the whole person flew into the air, and the air was soaring!

　　At this moment, on the mountain road, Wuming's eyes suddenly changed.

　　"died......."

　　"I didn't expect that his strength has reached this level!".

Chapter 2: The Loss of the Two Sects (4/[-])

　　Wuming looked at Su Ming's leaving back and muttered.

　　"Master, what level has Su Ming's strength reached?"

　　Jian Chen's heart shook, and he asked in shock, "Can even a top expert like Juewu Shen be able to compete with him?"

　　Jian Chen once heard his master say that Jue Wushen is no less than his top master. Even in the first battle of the year, Wuming was just a fluke.

　　Ten years have passed, and for such top masters, the realm must have been broken again.

　　But even so, there is absolutely no god but he is no match for Su Ming, doesn't he say that his master is slightly inferior to Su Ming?

　　Wuming glanced at him and spit out: "In today's world, there are three extreme levels of swordsmanship!"

　　"The realm of the heavenly sword, the realm of the magic sword, and the realm of the flying fairy sword!"

　　"My teacher's current cultivation base is the realm of the Heavenly Sword, and the realm of the Demon Sword is headed by the Juggernaut. This last Flying Immortal Sword Realm is the most mysterious realm!"

　　"No one in the world has cultivated this realm to the extreme!"

　　"But from the perspective of Su Ming's Sword Dao Realm, it is very likely that this is the most wonderful Flying Immortal Sword Realm!"

　　"I'm afraid, now he, even if he is a teacher, is not his opponent."

　　Anonymous without emotion.

　　When they met Su Ming for the first time, Wuming and Su Ming were discussing swords, which greatly inspired Wuming.

　　But at that time, Su Ming's cultivation was almost the same as his.

　　In just half a year, Su Ming's cultivation has surpassed that of the past, completely throwing Wuming aside.

　　Jian Chen was completely shocked, and he didn't know what to say.

　　Even his master said that he was not as good as Su Ming, obviously it was not a lie.

　　For such a young and peerless master, Jian Chen, a self-proclaimed genius, felt ashamed.

　　clap la la......

　　At this time, on the mountain road, more than a dozen warriors wearing black cloaks and black grimace masks, led by a tall young man, came quickly.

　　These people were all wounded, the blood all over their bodies stained their black clothes, and their breath was extremely chaotic.

　　"Hmm" "?"

　　Wuming glanced at them, his expression unchanged.

　　Not far from the dozen or so men in black, there were many warriors chasing after them, all with half-animal masks on their faces, obviously not accomplices of the men in black.

　　This group of people wearing animal masks is the master of Tianmen.

　　And that tall, gloomy young man was the eldest son of Wushen Jue Palace, Jue Xin.

　　When Jue Xin saw Wuming, he recognized him at first sight, and instantly made everyone stop.

　　"You are nameless!"

　　"It was you and my father who were dueling just now?"

　　Jue Xin's face was cold, he was wounded, but his eyes were extremely sharp, obviously the injury was not serious.

　　"Who is Your Excellency?"

　　"Dare my master speak like that!"

　　Jian Chen raised his sword in one hand and stood in front of Wuming, lest the opponent suddenly attack.

　　"Are you the son of absolutely no god?"

　　"Unfortunately, the death of absolutely no god has nothing to do with me."

　　Wuming said lightly, without explaining much.

　　Jue Xin's eyes showed a suspicious look. He couldn't think of anyone in the world who could deal with his father, except for a nameless one.

　　"Eldest son, they are catching up!"

　　A man in black said next to Jue Xin's ear, looking a little anxious.

　　Jue Xin's eyes changed, now there are chasing soldiers in front and jackals in the back, making Jue Xin fall into the Jedi all of a sudden.

　　If there is absolutely no god here, these chasers will not be a problem at all.

　　Unfortunately, on the way to escape here, Jue Xin already felt that his father's breath had disappeared.

　　That terrifying battle didn't last long, it was only a mile away from Baijian Villa, and with the speed of their warriors, they arrived very quickly.

　　But in the time they came, Jue Wushen had already died.

　　This completely ruined the desperate escape plan.

　　Wuming glanced at him and said slowly: "You guys can go with Jue Wushen's corpse."

　　"I hope you will return to Dongying from now on and never enter the Central Plains again."

　　Wuming finally decided to take action. This was not to help them, but he didn't want a peerless master like Jue Wushen to expose his corpse to the wilderness, and at the same time, he didn't want a battle between the Central Plains warrior and the Eastern Ying warrior.

　　Once the battle begins, I am afraid it will be really difficult to restore this rare peace in the rivers and lakes.

　　Both Jue Xin and the black-clothed warriors present were skeptical, but by now, they couldn't allow them to think too much. If they were caught up by those in the Heavenly Sect, they would have no chance of escaping.

　　"Go, go back to Wushenjue Palace first!"

　　With a wave of Jue Xin, he quickly and cautiously bypassed Wuming and headed towards the top of the mountain.

　　There is absolutely no death of God, Wuming has an inexplicable feeling.

　　Although they are competitors, there are too few warriors who can reach this level.

　　Unfortunately, there is one less.

　　clap la la......

　　A large group of experts from Tianmen came here, led by Luo Xian, the goddess of Tianmen, and Duanlang.

　　Hundreds of experts from Tianmen have suffered heavy losses after the battle at Baijian Villa.

　　Luo Xian would never have thought that the task that Di Shitian had given this time was not only not completed, but was instead assigned by someone from the Godless Palace.

　　This made Luo Xian very angry, and he was determined to kill all the remaining Wushen Jue Palace masters!

　　However, after chasing here, he was stopped by Wuming and Jianchen.

　　"."Wulin mythology is unknown, I didn't expect to meet you outside this wilderness, it's a great honor!"

　　Luo Xian is no stranger to Wuming, and Tianmen has a complete record of the world's masters.

　　Wuming glanced at her lightly and said, "Who are you?"

　　Wuming is basically aware of all the sects in the world, but he has never seen the dress of the group of people in front of him.

　　Luo Xian smiled lightly and said, "Your Excellency Wuming, it seems that we have nothing to do with you, right?"

　　"Could it be that the world-famous martial arts myth has no name, has he started to meddle in his own business?" (It's over)

　　Luo Xian's words were sharp and sarcastic.

　　The nameless name, known to all martial artists in the world, is undoubtedly unwise to confront such a mythical figure who has been famous for decades.

　　Luo Xian didn't want to expose the existence of Tianmen, but if he wanted to catch up with Wushenjue Palace, he couldn't entangle with Wuming.

　　Wuming nodded and said slowly: "The old man has already quit the arena, so naturally he won't care about the affairs of the rivers and lakes."

　　"Jian Chen, let's go!"

　　After all, Wuming and Jianchen went straight down the mountain from the side of the Tianmen people.

　　Seeing Wuming leave, Luo Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Keep chasing!"

　　Luo Xian said coldly, turning around and heading towards the top of the mountain.