"You're a slasher, you're going to die!" Lu Mingjun's clothes were torn to pieces, and the bones were visible from several sword wounds. He was bleeding and screaming.

After all, King Xiaoyao is an old man who is several hundred years old, so he cannot be so dishonorable.

"I'm a fool!" King Xiaoyao started to curse loudly. It wasn't that King Xiaoyao didn't want to look decent, it was Lu Mingjun who helped him look decent.

Lu Mingjun concentrated all his strength and hit the person with a knee kick. It hurt at the root. It was really heartbreaking pain!

By the end of the fight, both of them had lost much strength, and their punches were even a little limp.

Lu Mingjun was already cursing loudly in his heart. The old bastard in the mountaineering realm was almost dead, but he was still so resistant and had such strong vitality.

The bastard who has lived for hundreds of years should have died hundreds of years ago, but he is still holding on, and it makes no sense to live for such a long time!

"Today I will send you to the Bliss of Rebirth to meet the Buddha. No, you have done so many evil things in this life that you will never see the Buddha. You should go to hell to meet the Skinner!"

Lu Mingjun relied on the dirty tricks he learned in the alleys and gained the upper hand for a while.

When King Xiaoyao was in pain, Lu Mingjun used his fists to caress King Xiaoyao's temples, and then punched King Xiaoyao's eyes.

Lu Mingjun looked up to the sky and took a long breath. This action instantly drained away all the remaining inner strength. There was really not a drop left!

Taking advantage of King Xiaoyao's lack of time to react, Lu Mingjun jumped into the air with his feet, spread them out like scissors, and instantly grabbed King Xiaoyao's neck.

This stunt in the streets and alleys, the deadly scissor kick, locks Xiaoyao Wang's neck tightly.

"ah!"

Lu Mingjun roared, his waist and horse united, and he used all his strength to twist hard.

"Click!"

The cervical vertebra was torn, and King Xiaoyao's restless hands and feet suddenly lost their movement, his pupils dilated, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The lord of Xiaoyao Castle, King Xiaoyao, finally died at the feet of Lu Mingjun's fatal scissors. I wonder if this is an irony.

Will he regret that he offended Lu Mingjun? King Xiaoyao will only regret that he did not try his best to kill Lu Mingjun earlier before he reached the middle stage of Martial God.

Lu Mingjun's body was stained with blood. He kicked away King Xiaoyao's body and fell to the ground. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, he felt as if his whole body had been hollowed out and collapsed.

The fatigue caused by the withdrawal of adrenaline hormones made his eyes bulge. He was very tired, extremely tired.

Now he felt like his whole body was being pricked by needles, and he wanted to die from the pain. He hadn't noticed just now, but several of his ribs were broken, his hands and feet were numb, his meridians were ruptured, and his Achilles tendons were in excruciating pain.

The blood was still oozing from the epidermis, and even though some internal force was used to stop it, the amount of blood could not withstand it. An ordinary person would have died eight hundred times a long time ago.

His right shoulder seemed to be somewhat dislocated. Lu Mingjun was lying on the ground and didn't want to worry about it. His biggest wish at this time was to have a good sleep.

But looking at the weather, we are on the beach, and the tide is about to rise. If I fall asleep, with my current physical condition, I will probably see my floating body on the Pacific Ocean tomorrow.

After some mental struggle, Lu Mingjun endured the discomfort and got up. He groped around on King Xiaoyao for a while and found a few pills to repair his injuries. He opened his mouth and swallowed them, regaining his energy a little.

He grabbed one of King Xiaoyao's legs with one hand, made a seal with one hand, and quickly created an ice coffin out of thin air next to King Xiaoyao, and threw the person into it.

After all, Xiaoyao Wang helped him a little bit when he entered the realm of mountaineering. Without a few words of guidance and doubts earlier, Lu Mingjun might not be able to break through so quickly and truly enter the mood of mountaineering. This time may have to be postponed for a day or two.

Year.

"Good people! Only good people are dead!" Lu Mingjun sighed casually and threw the ice coffin into the sea. As he said before, the scenery here is pleasant and it is indeed a good burial ground.

After all, he is a mountaineer of his generation, once invincible among his peers, and a pyramid figure in martial arts. He should be given some dignity.

Lu Mingjun finally pretended to be a good person, said "Infinite Heavenly Lord", added "Oh Amitabha", and watched the ice coffin sink into the sea.

Lu Mingjun originally wanted to take out his phone to check the time and see if he could call Zhou Qi and the others to make sure they were safe, but when he took out his trouser pocket, he was dumbfounded.

"Damn it, 10,000 yuan is gone!"

The latest Fruit 14 in the trouser pocket has turned into parts powder, and there is still a hint of gold in the powder.

Lu Mingjun scratched his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, thinking about asking Su Mingyu for another mobile phone, how could he not get scolded, the better the relationship between these two girls, the more they would scold her.

Now that I am the leader of the martial arts alliance and a master of mountaineering, can't I have a few hundred dollars in my pocket?

Or you can ask for more when the time comes. You are already at the top of the human pyramid. Is it too much to spend a four-digit pocket money on yourself?

Nothing too much!

Lu Mingjun let out a long sigh, I am afraid that he is the only one in this world who can live in such a difficult mountaineering situation.

Some people have no way to send money to mountain climbing destinations, and they still have to worry about three meals a day.

Look at how frustrating this life is!

Lu Mingjun exhaled a long breath, climbed high and looked into the distance. The world in his eyes became more vivid. In the mountain climbing state, he could see through the illusion of the world.

There seemed to be substantial rules in front of him. Lu Mingjun released his weak internal force and gently stirred them, and a huge wave of five or six meters high suddenly rolled up in front of him.

This is not simply letting go of internal forces, this is already manipulating the rules.

Lu Mingjun's thoughts were silent, he held his breath and exhaled softly, as if everything was silent at this moment.

The sound of sea breeze, waves, and the faint sound of wild animals hunting in the woods less than a hundred meters behind me.

While listening to the world, Lu Mingjun frowned. Among the complicated sounds, Lu Mingjun suddenly sensed a quiet and terrifying footsteps, not one, but more than ten, as if they were hidden in the jungle behind him.

This method of concealing the aura reminded Lu Mingjun of a person who had just been killed by him. Only King Xiaoyao, who was also in the mountaineering realm, had such silent footsteps.

There are more than a dozen mountain climbing spots behind him?

Lu Mingjun felt a chill running down his spine. If that was the case, wouldn't these dozen people from the mountaineering realm have been watching from the sidelines when he and King Xiaoyao started fighting.

Lu Mingjun took a deep breath, his movements were no longer vague, and he ran in the other direction. His steps were light, tapping his toes like King Xiaoyao had done before, but he was already a hundred meters away in an instant, and his speed was still accelerating.

"Whoosh!"
Chapter completed!