บท 909: Trapped

It was a young Man in Black. His entire body was like a peerless divine weapon.

"Jiang Taichong!"

Lu Ming's pupils suddenly constricted.

Jiang Taichong's rank on the list of top 1000 talents was higher than Wang Yan'S. He was ranked 92nd, and his combat strength was even more terrifying.

Lu Ming had never expected to meet Jiang Taichong here.

It could not be such a coincidence. It was highly possible that Jiang Taichong had met Wang Yan a long time ago and was lying in ambush in the nearby area, waiting for Lu Ming.

"Haha, Lu Ming, let's see how you're going to run."

Wang Yan laughed excitedly.

"Lu Ming, die!"

Jiang Taichong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He swung his arm in the air, and a terrifying sword light came slashing at Lu Ming.

With Jiang Taichong at the front and Wang Yan at the back, Lu Ming was in a desperate situation.