After finishing swallowing, Lu Ming slowly retracted his right hand, his movements a little solemn. After all, his body was filled with this man's sword energy, and it was messy. He briefly scanned the surroundings, chose a nearby quagmire, and buried himself again.
Go in and let the sword mark start to cleanse the sword energy, digesting the results of the battle just now.
"There's something going on there!"
A younger adventurer saw what looked like a dead man lying on the ground and immediately shouted out. Then he was slapped by an older adventurer, but this scream had attracted everyone's attention.
Coming galloping.
The older adventurer sighed in frustration, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, many of these people were great swordsmen, and there were even some who were at the pinnacle of great swordsmanship.
"Junior brother?" The senior brother of Nanling Sword Sect's Four Ultimate Swords suddenly screamed in shock. He looked at the body carefully with disbelief and found that he was the youngest junior brother among his Four Ultimate Swordsmen!
How could he be killed by a first-edge swordsman at the level of a second-edge swordsman?
This senior brother's face was filled with shock, heartache, and confusion. The plan the four of them had set before was not to search for the sword relics, but to follow these people from a distance. Once they discovered the situation, they would pull the sounding arrow, and then the four of them would join together and join forces.
Against the enemy, and with the strength of the four of them, only Xuemei and Ling Shaotang were the real opponents, but why did he die without even having a chance to pull the sounding arrow?
This great swordsman was not a fool. He took a quick look at the footprints around him and knew that the junior brother had time to pull the sounding arrow, but he did not take out the sounding arrow in his arms at all.
"Alas! Junior brother, you are so confused!" The great swordsman sighed fiercely in his heart: "Lu Ming! I, Zhao Bozhi, are at odds with you!"
"Theirs! What's going on? We passed by here just now, why didn't we find that loser?"
"Don't let me see him, or I will shoot him to death with one arrow, and then cut his body into pieces and feed it to the monsters!" A young adventurer carrying a bow and arrow cursed fiercely. He had been following the traces before.
However, after chasing him all the way, he came back and discovered that he hadn't gone very far at all, and he still had time to kill a great swordsman!
Others looked at the corpse in shock. They all felt angry after being fooled, but after a while, their anger turned into a trace of schadenfreude.
That's right! At this time, one of the four disciples of the Four Ultimate Swordsmen of the Zhen Sect, which had always been ranked among the top ten in Qing Yuanzhou, was killed. This not only weakened their power here now, but also the strength of the Nanling Sword Sect.
It will also fall to the next level. Losing a great swordsman will make anyone feel heartbroken.
The eyes of the team at Yongzhen Jianmen all revealed a hint of joy, because Lu Ming had unknowingly helped lighten their burden.
The senior brother who led the team had a smile on his face that was always cautious: "Kill, Lu Ming, you kill, I, Yu Chongzhen, support you, in the end only our team will be left!"
The corners of Ling Shaotang's mouth couldn't help twitching, and waves of anger couldn't help hitting his forehead. He was already extremely angry. Because this location was the route he was pursuing just now, and it was less than thirty years away from the path he walked on.
Mi, it was not easy for him to kill a great swordsman in such a short period of time. It seemed that he was hiding there and the battle started not long after he passed by.
"But I didn't feel it?" This was the real reason for Ling Shaotang's anger. He found that his steel sword, which had always been invincible, hit the air one after another. This was the biggest provocation to him!
Xuemei sneered faintly in her heart: "The pinnacle great swordsman? That's all. In the future, only a proud woman like me can lead the Holy Sword Sect to greater glory! But now it seems that it is really necessary to deal with this reptile.
I moved my fingers."
Xue Mei looked in one direction proudly and rode away in pursuit. Those adventure teams ranked in the middle of the pack had been paying attention to the movements of these masters. As soon as they found out that Xue Mei had left, they began to swarm away, like a group of
Loyal fan.
Ling Shaotang was furious. At this moment, he also knew that he could not control everything here alone, and at this moment, he had to search hard to catch Lu Ming as soon as possible and get back the sword relic.
Of course, as long as the sword relic is found, everyone here must be killed.
Ling Shaotang took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions. The reason why he was so angry just now was because of the suspicious looks from other adventure teams! That look was like a resentful woman questioning
A man's ability.
Ling Shaotang snorted loudly before riding away. Several adventure teams who believed in his ability followed quietly and gradually dispersed in a tacit understanding, starting a blanket search.
Lu Ming, who was in the quagmire, had an insight into everything. From the moment he got the accurate information about the sword relic, he knew that he would become a torch in the darkness and attract countless moths who wanted to steal the light.
As for myself, only by advancing faster can I avoid being extinguished by moths.
……………
An hour later, when everyone was sweeping away from the area, a great swordsman appeared in a sneaky manner.
He tried his best to restrain his breath, and looked around vigilantly. After confirming that no one was there, he climbed up a big tree with lush leaves like a nimble ape, and then concealed his figure, with a pair of cautious eyes.
Through a few leaves, I scanned the surroundings for signs of life.
He is clearly the young great swordsman behind Yu Chongzhen.
"Hmph!" The great swordsman sneered in his heart: "Let these fools find it. I, Tian Baolong, will not do such stupid things. Whether it is the corpse of the sword demon or the corpse of the Nanling Sword Sect, it shows that,
That loser obviously knows special hiding methods. I don’t want to meet him in this barren mountain. I will wait here for them to search and come back. Anyway, even if they get the sword relic, I won’t have any share.”
The man stretched out in a leisurely manner, leaned against the branch of a tree, and slowly closed his eyes. But just as he closed his eyes, he was still hazy, and seemed to see a figure squatting beside him.
forward.
"Maybe I'm too tired?"
This was the last independent thought in his life. Lu Ming's sword passed through his throat, and then the Beiming Divine Art spurted out in an instant, absorbing every bit of his true energy into Lu Ming's body.
Immediately, a ripple appeared in the quagmire, and a small straw pipe emerged from the grass on the edge.
Lu Ming doesn't like killing people, and he even keeps a low profile and never causes trouble, but when faced with those who want to put him to death, he will never show mercy!
Whether it is the earth or the Sword Qi Continent, Lu Ming has always been born for swordsmanship, but now if he wants to survive and return home alive, he must break through, advance, and regard life as insignificant and insignificant.
The way of swordsmanship is to treat people and respect life, because only swordsmen who respect life can survive forever.
However, the way of sword also includes killing, and teaches people to kill decisively and have an eternal heart. After all, no matter how good the sword is in the military, it is also a sharp weapon.
In Lu Ming's view, these two points are not contradictory at all. Whether to respect life or kill is entirely up to oneself: "Respecting the weak means respecting life; challenging the strong is to improve the foundation of swordsmanship."
While Lu Ming washed away the sword energy and purified the sword magic beads, his indifferent face gradually showed resolute lines: "Here, facing these people, we just kill for the sake of killing, so what!"
…………
In the swamp, a team of ten swordsmen walked forward cautiously, their vigilant eyes showing that they were searching for something.
"Boss."
A very small sound suddenly came. It could not be described as much louder than the flapping of the wings of a mosquito, but it frightened the ten people so much that they all pointed their swords at it.
The man who emerged from the grass had a few drops of cold sweat on his face and quickly explained: "Boss, I didn't find anything. It's just that I just heard that one of the great swordsmen of Yongzhen Gate is missing."
"Missing?" Surprise flashed across the face of the boss who was about to get angry. He knew that disappearance can basically be regarded as death here. Just half a day later, another great swordsman died?
Somehow, he was actually a little proud of his swordsmanship, because so far, as long as the swordsman's team has always been safe, accidents are often caused by the masters.
"Yes, boss, and an eleven-member adventure team just disappeared collectively. Later, their bodies were found, and almost all of them were drowned in the swamp."
This man's words were like a basin of cold water, causing the sweat on the boss's forehead to dry up in an instant. His heart stopped for a few beats. He took several deep breaths in succession before he stabilized: "In...
Where."
"Over there, the distance from the body of the great swordsman who died in Nanling Sword Sect is no more than five miles." The swordsman pointed in one direction: "It's just that judging from the positions of death, these people are all scattered.
It's funny that many people didn't seem to know what happened when they died, because their faces still looked like they were searching cautiously. Only the leader of the great swordsman showed struggle on his face, but more of it was panic.
It’s like seeing a sword demon in the realm of a great swordsman.”
"But..." At this time, several subordinates said hesitantly: "The team led by the great swordsman was killed. Could it be the work of those two masters? What should we do?"
"This..." The boss's weather-stained face was originally a symbol of surprise, but at this moment, apart from thinking without a clue, he actually couldn't come up with an idea for a while.
At this time, none of them noticed that there was a small ripple in the quagmire around them. (To be continued.)