Killing Zheng

"Cross-shaped killing sword!"

Zheng Jiao wielded a huge sword that was wider than his palm. His attack was extremely overbearing. As he slashed out, the sword radiance formed a cross and slashed down at Lu Ming. Its power was immense.

"Broken armor!"

Lu Ming's long spear trembled. The tip of the spear formed a spinning cutting force that collided with Zheng Jiao's sword gleam.

Clang!

There was a loud explosion. Lu Ming took two steps back while Zheng Jiao took three steps back.

In a head-on confrontation, Lu Ming had the upper hand.

"This Zheng, how can his attack be so strong? The martial skill he used is clearly not a black grade martial skill, but a yellow grade upper level martial skill. Although it has already been cultivated to an extremely high level, its attack power can't possibly be this strong?"

There was a flash of suspicion in Lu Ming's eyes.