Talisman sect disciples in danger

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two blood-colored astral blades slashed down at Lu Ming with terrifying power.

Lu Ming snorted coldly. He strode forward and slapped twice.

With two crisp sounds, the two blood-red sword gleams were shattered.

The pupils of the two young men from the bloodblade continent contracted rapidly, and their eyes revealed extreme shock.

The two of them had used almost all their strength in the two slashes just now, but they were easily defeated by Lu Ming.

"Not good, it's a top expert, let's go!"

The mole-faced young man shouted and turned to run.

The other person felt the same way. They knew that they had encountered one of the top elites of the divine wilderness continent.

Lu Ming snorted coldly. He took a step forward and his body was like a stream of light. In the next moment, he had caught up with the two of them and struck out with his palms twice.