Tang Xiaoqiang's old face turned red. He gave up the sword energy of the long-range attack. The sword in his hand instantly turned into sword lights. Under the powerful power of the great sword master, he rushed towards Lu Ming frantically. However, his body at full speed was suddenly shocked, because when he was firing the sword energy, Lu Ming actually closed his eyes and touched it silently. The distance he had calculated was completely wrong, and the opponent's sword had already pointed at his throat, and it was also silent.

Ah! Tang Xiaoqiang screamed in fear, and the sword in his hand quickly turned, and several sword energy immediately burst out on the sword body. At the same time, a flush surged on his face. Obviously, the hasty changes caused him to suffer a little internal injury.

It turns out that he is an adventurer. Lu Ming immediately determined the other party's identity from the breath of the sword and his desperate momentum. After all, only with rich experience can one develop such a reaction by instinct.

Lu Ming then flew to the right and dodged, and gently tapped the wooden sword in his hand on the ground. After the sword energy flew over, his body bent and bounced, and a refracting bouncing returned to the starting position, which scared Tang Xiaoqiang, who was suppressing the tumbling blood, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lu Ming's wooden sword would not give him any chance to swing, and he stabbed it straight to his throat again.

Tang Xiaoqiang was shocked all over and immediately noticed the crisis. He felt like a frog bitten by a poisonous snake. Although he was using a wooden sword, there was still a tingling sensation in his throat. This was a situation that only occurred after being firmly locked by his qi.

After concluding the route of Lu Ming's wooden sword, Tang Xiaoqiang immediately swept towards the wooden sword with a sword. The reason why he was slowing down was actually that when Lu Ming's sword was halfway through and could no longer retract the sword force was the best time for him to break the wooden sword.

Lu Ming's ears moved, and he felt that the hair on his face was blown by the sharp breath of the opponent's sword. Through this, the opponent's sword movement was even more clear. Therefore, Lu Ming turned his wrist and the tip of the wooden sword twisted a curve, which led to the whole sword twisting, as if he was a bit of a needle, directly penetrated the opponent's defense, and the wooden sword was placed on the opponent's throat.

Tang Xiaoqiang's whole body was shocked again, and he was frozen. Although the wooden sword was not as cold as the steel sword, it made him sweat in an instant.

I lost? With just one sword, I lost? Tang Xiaoqiang was surprised. Although Lu Ming's sword stopped properly, the sharp aura contained in it actually pierced a layer of the skin in his throat. From this, we can see how fast his sword was!

"Lu Mingsheng!" The stunned mentor suddenly became shocked, then remembered his duties and shouted quickly.

When Lu Ming turned around and left, he opened his eyes. The colorful world in front of him made him a little dizzy. The next moment, he adjusted his vision. Although he could not see it when he closed his eyes, everything in the world had its own breath, and he did not use the sword marks. He felt it, which was the most straightforward breath among them. Every sword on the other party released its breath when it exerted force, and even a slight wind pressure could convey the other party's intentions to him. So when he closed his eyes, the world became clear.

"My brother, you are so good!" Zhuo Ligetu smiled relaxedly. He wanted to hug Lu Ming, but he remembered his hand and his face was a little dim.

"When you reach the sword fairy realm, look back at these things and you will find that injury is actually a rare experience." Lu Ming smiled and said.

In the field, Tang Xiaoqiang blinked hard and breathed a relaxed breath. After a little awakening, he remembered that the place where Lu Ming's wooden sword cut his skin was the position where the sword tip pointed before. He didn't expect that his fierce attack could still not change his route. This kid...

Will there be new discoveries if you close your eyes?

Everyone present had a problem in their minds, and their eyes were also on Lu Ming.

There were thousands of Jiansheng standing in the wide square organized by the Jiantang. They were watching the second round of trial competition. Their standing positions were different, but their sight angles were exactly the same, and they looked at Lu Ming in surprise like rays.

"Close your eyes and win? Just win?"

A question mark appeared in the minds of the swordsmen, but it was impossible to find the answer in Lu Ming, because he had no changes from beginning to end, even in the battle.

The swordsmen turned their gaze to Tang Xiaoqiang who was stunned in the arena, trying to see what Lu Ming's opponent would do, but they found that he was full of surprise, as if he saw a fish walking on the road, obviously not realizing anything at all. Instead, he turned around and left with a disappointed expression, but his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he was very reluctant to leave. Because he left the field, at his age and at this identity, he could not have a chance to return.

Unlike the simple surprise of the sword students, Nangong Huajian saw Lu Ming's natural sword and instantly saw a lot of knowledge about swordsmanship. However, he wanted to be so round and naturally, without any abruptness. It seemed that this sword was born to stab it like this, and it would take a long time to understand and practice.

Nangong Huajian is very clear about this process. He can pursue it, but cannot force it. He needs to sense the sword. His colleagues must follow the laws of heaven and nature. Because it can be seen from Lu Ming's sword that his sword skills are very natural, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the opponent as fangs and claws. The gap between the two is definitely not one or two levels different.

Leng Jianze kept frowning and thinking. He closed his eyes slightly, recalling how he should have cracked the opponent's sword skills if he was standing at Lu Ming's perspective, and then turned around to compare with Lu Ming's sword. He found that if he cracked it like this, he could not achieve the perfection and ease of Lu Ming's sword.

When the Saint saw that everyone was trapped in thought, she couldn't help but feel moved and sighed: "Those sword students only know how to cheer and watch the fun, but they can't find anything from it. This is the difference."

"I have fought with Lu Ming. If I can't find anything, it would be a waste of an absolutely rare opportunity." Zhuo Ligetu narrowed his small eyes, and a seemingly honest smile on the corner of his mouth.

However, not far from Lu Ming's right side, Cheng Gang sneered disdainfully and snorted in his heart: "What are you showing off? Still closing your eyes? It's just to attract the attention of the senior management of Jiantang. If you have a little ability, you don't know that the sky is so high. Show off, show off. Just a person like you will suffer a big loss in your own show off sooner or later!"

Cheng Gang became more and more unhappy the more he thought about it. Especially when he saw Lu Ming's indifferent little face, he actually attracted the attention of the saint. It was really... he just wanted to attract the saint!

In the distance, the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master took all the attention, but their hearts were moved by Lu Ming's previous words.

Thousands of years have passed since this continent was able to practice swords and swordsmanship. However, whether it is the Sword Hall organization where the origin of the sword or the major sects developed later, its main policy is to practice, practice, and practice. It can be said that for the goals they want to achieve, they are all practicing frantically, desperately improving the sword realm in order to have the power that is above everything else.

The expression of power was once recognized as sword energy. In the battle, your sword energy could not withstand the bombardment of my sword energy, so you were destined to lose. Meeting a swordsman who was stronger than you, it was not new to escape.

Over time, swordsmanship and swordsmanship have become an auxiliary, an auxiliary means that can help the swordsman release more powerful sword energy.

The Destruction Sword Saint stroked his beard, and even he always thought so. His Destruction Sword Qi was invincible, and the sword technique he created was all about improving the power of the sword Qi, but in between, he discarded the real marrow of sword skills.

Sword technique is the method of swords. The so-called great ways are thousands of ways, and the same end is achieved. Sword technique is actually another way to pursue swordsmanship, but more people have been ignored by the overall environment of the mainland.

Looking back now, those swordsmen who cannot reach the realm of a great swordsman for life and cannot release sword energy, so they can only practice swordsmanship to improve their combat power can be considered real swordsmen.

Alas! The Destruction Sword Saint sighed deeply. Unexpectedly, he had been studying swordsmanship for most of his life and was shocked by the view of a child. He is still young and has little influence. If he stood in his own position one day and created a sect, I would not dare to imagine the future results!

The old sword master nodded slowly and fully appreciated Lu Ming's words. In fact, from the moment he learned Tai Chi Sword, he had already felt the benefits of studying sword techniques, and pushed himself to the height of the Sword King in one fell swoop!

Today, Lu Ming, a child, let himself see a wider space for swordsmanship. The exquisite swordsmanship combined with powerful sword energy, and the two complement each other, they will inevitably become a strong man on one side. If you look back and think about it while practicing, it is actually very simple, but many people have not thought about it, including themselves.

The old sword master and the Destruction Sword Saint looked at each other. In fact, both of them knew Lu Ming's meaning very well. His realm was low. If he had the strength to surpass the other party, he would not have had such trouble. This was because he understood that there would be many unexpected things on the road ahead. If he could master swordsmanship, he would have more guarantees.
Chapter completed!