Killing two great geniuses

Jiang Taichong stood in front of Lu Ming and Wang Yan rushed up from behind.

Lu Ming had nowhere to run!

However, at this moment, Lu Ming's expression was extremely calm. In fact, there was even a flash of killing intent.

"Something's wrong!"

For some reason, Jiang Taichong's heart suddenly jumped. He had an inexplicable sense of crisis, but he could not figure out where the sense of crisis came from.

Lu Ming? Impossible. Lu Ming's cultivation level was not their match at all.

Wang Yan was already closing in.

At this moment, Lu Ming took a heavy step forward. Dense inscriptions appeared on the ground and a few large arrays appeared.

"You want to deal with us by instantly setting up a formation? dream on!"

Wang Yan laughed coldly, but in the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

"No, this is a level Seven formation technique. How could you inscribe a level Seven formation technique in an instant?"

Wang Yan cried out in disbelief.