Martial World

"I don't know how long this Lin Ming can last." Outside the Ten Thousand Kills formation, everyone was paying attention to Lin Ming, and even a few of the Heavenly Palace disciples who were ranked in the top seventy of the Ten Thousand Kills formation had nothing to do with him. people are paying attention.

"At least four incense sticks, even the fifth stick of incense can be burned halfway, Zhang Cang can reach three and a half sticks at that time, Lin Ming completely beat Zhang Cang, ranking in the top 100 of Shi Jin is certain, even 90, 80. Not impossible!"

"It's absolutely fine to get into the top 100, but the 80th place wasn't so easy to get in before. It's already close to the ranking of the disciples of the Heavenly Palace. The competition is very fierce. If you are in the top 80, you can get the qualification to challenge the disciples of the Heavenly Palace. , if you win, you can enter the Palace of Heaven!"

"That's right, if you can enter the Palace of Heaven after coming to the Seven Profound Martial House for more than a month, then you're really not a human being."

"A long time ago, the Seven Profound Martial Palace had a second round of assessments and they were ranked in the 90s, but those people were all eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were not able to enter the Seven Profound Martial Palace in time due to various reasons. As far as I know, there are not many who can be ranked in the top 100 in the second round of assessment at the age of 15!"

"Well, in the past ten years, only Qin Xingxuan has this strength, but she has become a core disciple... and we have nothing to do with it..."

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One stick of incense burns out, two sticks of incense burn out, three sticks of incense burn out...

Until the fourth incense stick was lit, Lin Ming's face flushed in the ten thousand killing formation.

"Well, that's not right, Sister Jingyun, how do I think that Lin Ming seems to be unable to hold on anymore. The fourth incense stick has just been lit. If it goes on like this, he is a bit reluctant to enter the top 100." Murong Zi's ​​eyesight is very good. She can see Lin Ming's situation clearly through the shield of the formation's rays of light. Lin Ming's breath is slightly disordered now, which is a manifestation of excessive consumption of true energy.

Bai Jingyun frowned. She originally thought that Lin Ming might even persist until the fifth incense stick was burnt out, but now it seemed a little slim, and it was not bad for the fourth incense stick to endure.

"Lin Ming does seem to be a little out of control. Could it be that he was too careless in the Ten Thousand Killing Formation and accidentally got hurt at the beginning?"

If you start to get injured, each battle will consume more energy, and the blood loss from the wound will be extremely fatal. Once this happens, the assessment will be smashed, and the ranking will drop instead of rising, resulting in a continued reduction in the resources that can be used next month. Be cautious and avoid mistakes as much as possible.

"Injury is also a sign of lack of strength. Sister, I have already said that Lin Ming is not as powerful as you think." Murong Zi curled her lips and said with some dissatisfaction. She also grew up with the name of a genius child prodigy. Now that I was completely compared by a boy two years younger than me, I was naturally a little unconvinced.

"Oh? Not that powerful? Well, even if Lin Ming's strength is not good enough, he can only hold on to the four incense sticks. Then, my good sister, how many incense sticks can you hold on when you first entered the Seven Profound Martial Palace for a month?"

Murong Zi was at a loss for words. When she first entered the Seven Profound Martial Palace, she didn't make it into the top 150 in the first test, and she was only ranked in the 140-odd for the second time, which was worse than Lin Ming. far. She simply dragged her pointed chin with one hand, raised her mouth to watch the assessment, and pretended not to hear.

In fact, the time when Wufu disciples have made the greatest progress on the ranking stone is at the end of each semester. At this time, a large number of students will graduate. When these unsightly masters leave, the ranking will naturally be vacated, and freshmen always behind you.

Therefore, even if the students of the Seven Profound Martial Palace are weak, the longer he stays in the Martial Palace, the higher his ranking will be.

Seeing Murong Zi playing a rogue, Bai Jingyun smiled and didn't care about it anymore, yes, even if Lin Ming could only stick to the four-pillar incense, he could be ranked in the top 100, this result was enough to be proud of! In the past 100 years of the Seven Profound Martial Palace, this kind of monster has been counted on one hand!

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"Big brother, it seems that Lin Ming can't hold on anymore." Tuo Ku rubbed his chin and said to Ling Sen.

"Well, but even with four incense sticks, his grades will be amazing."

"Hehe, of course, he uses a gun, and it's a heavy gun. There are many ways to use a gun. This Lin Ming's gun should be a wide-open style of play. This kind of style of play is called killing an enemy in a group battle. A fierce one! But ordinary people would not dare to use it, because the consumption is very fast, so no matter how powerful a general is, it is impossible for one person to complete the killing of ten thousand people. I will try my best to prolong the time and recover my stamina, because the enemies are emerging one after another, and they are getting stronger and stronger." Takuku uses a stick, which is similar to a long spear, so he naturally knows the advantages of this weapon.

"Let's wait and see, and see how long Lin Ming can hold on."

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In the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, Lin Ming picked up a sword-wielding warrior with one shot, and touched the blood on his face, "It seems that the killing is a bit too much!"

Lin Ming looked at the black-armored knight holding a halberd and riding a fully-armed warhorse in front of him, with a solemn expression on his face.

Bone Forging Realm Martial Artist!

Lin Ming swept wildly with the purple black spear in his hand. It was extremely efficient for others to kill an enemy with one move, but Lin Ming was able to kill one enemy with one move!

Therefore, just after the three incense sticks were lit, they were already out of the five-layer body training realm!

It was two realms higher than Lin Ming!

Lin Ming had fought against the black armored knight in the bone-forging realm a few times just now. The opponent's strength was already great, and with the fully armed horses, the impact force was astonishing, and Lin Ming didn't take any advantage.

Generally, the geniuses of the Seven Profound Martial Palace can overcome the first-level battle without a problem. For example, Zhang Cang, who is at the peak of the third level, can defeat the enemy at the peak of the fourth level when he leaves the Seven Profound Martial Palace.

As for Lin Ming, among the top geniuses in the Seven Profound Martial Palace, he was still able to leapfrog. The battle was a draw. If there were no other enemies around, Lin Ming could still use the opponent's mere illusion, his inflexible and rigid attack methods to kill him, but now, the endless attacks of the surrounding enemies made Lin Ming dangerous!

"Buzz!"

Lin Ming and the black-armored knight fought very hard. Although the purple-black bullet iron had super cushioning performance, Lin Ming was still shocked by the shock.

The black armored knight was raised high by Lin Ming's hooves, but Lin Ming was bounced back and his body turned several times in the air.

"Roar!" Taking advantage of the moment Lin Ming lost his balance in the air, a second-level vicious beast rushed up and cut its front claws towards Lin Ming's chest like sharp knives.

Lin Ming only listened to the wind whistling in his ears. He grabbed the Ziwu spear and stabilized his body in the air with the steady inertia of the 820-pound heavy spear. He took a deep breath, and the air flowed into Lin Ming's body like a long snake. In his nasal cavity, he saw the fierce beast rushing towards it and punched it out!

"Bone Shattering Fist!"

"Pfft!" The beast's body suddenly froze, and a big hole burst open behind it, and the flesh and blood viscera rushed out of the big hole like a blowout!

One punch kills!

Lin Ming tumbled and fell into the beast group. Before his qi and blood had been adjusted, the surrounding beast warriors had already slaughtered him!