Bab 3462: Lu Ming, victory

The tyrannical God spear struck the nine Flying Daggers. The daggers shook violently and were swept away, almost shattering.

In the distance, Murong qiushui's expression changed drastically. Her body trembled, and she was forced to retreat. Her face was pale, and blood seeped out of the corner of her mouth.

The shock he received from the origin secret skill was so strong that he was affected and injured.

"You ... Why are you so strong?"

Murong qiushui was extremely shocked, and her eyes were filled with horror.

Why did Lu Ming's power explode so violently all of a sudden? he was completely suppressed.

Didn't I tell you that I've refined the divine blood of origin? "

Lu Ming said indifferently.

"You ... Did you really refine the blood of the primitive gods? You should die!"

Murong qiushui bellowed in anger. She was even more shocked. Lu Ming could actually refine the blood of the primitive God spirit in half a month.