Zhang Zhongjiu had a cat-and-mouse smile on his face and a slight sneer in his heart. However, he saw his men's eyes suddenly widen, as if he had seen some unknown and huge fear.
The adventurer immediately realized that he was like a boat on the top of a wave, and in front of him was the stormy waves sweeping high. The sword with both hands raised high at the moment could no longer cut down. He already knew this.
His own result, at this moment, he subconsciously glanced at his companions who rushed up together, and the result was the same for them.
Lu Ming didn't even look at the reactions of these adventurers. He just used the violent wind sword one after another. The huge and vast sword intent firmly controlled a ten-meter radius around him.
Puff puff... click...
The adventurers who rushed up were like rats thrown under a stone. They were crushed to pieces in an instant. Blood! Broken bones! Internal organs! It seemed as if someone had poured them out with a big basin. The ground and mid-air within a radius of ten meters were instantly covered with blood! Broken bones! Internal organs!
It was dyed red, flowing like layers of splashed ink.
The adventurers who rushed up from behind were immediately sprayed with blood on their faces and bodies. Some of them were even more excited by the hot blood, while some stopped in shock, looking at this lonely figure that kept spraying themselves.
His companions were strangled, and his whole body was dyed red. Under the sunlight, the blood on the ground looked terrifying but very real. This huge contrast was really weird.
Zhang Zhongjiu's eyes twitched several times in succession, and he pointed the sword at Lu Ming, and immediately shouted: "Come on! Come on, everyone, and chop him into pieces!"
The rugged adventurer who had previously exposed and laughed at Zhang Zhongjiu rubbed his bearded chin with one hand. Looking at the bloody scenes, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This kid must have obtained a treasure, and it must be shocking.
Treasure, otherwise he would not have such combat power. Hehe, Zhang Zhongjiu, you have almost lost half of your men now, and your strength is already comparable to mine. Now? It’s time for my men to take action."
"Go! Get him from me." He gave the order succinctly.
Hurrah, more than forty adventurers filed out holding swords of various shapes. They took advantage of the moment when the members of Zhang Zhongjiu's adventure group hesitated, and stepped in one after another to occupy the favorable terrain.
"Oops? Li Wanchang, do you want to take advantage of others' danger and steal my treasure?" Zhang Zhongjiu glared at the other party fiercely, but now it was too late to blame himself for his previous mistakes in judgment, so he had to issue a death order: "Kill this kid,
I reward one hundred thousand taels of silver! Anyone can bring his body to me to claim the reward!"
As an adventurer, who doesn’t want to make a fortune? Even if it is a dead fortune! When all the adventurers heard this reward order, their blood flowed more smoothly, and with a buzz, they were like wasps returning to their nest, together
Swarm towards Lu Ming!
Human sea tactic? A layer of frost gradually formed in Lu Ming's eyes, and at the same time, eight drops of sword essence were mixed into it. As the fast sword was performed one after another, the sword essence was spread to a radius of ten meters.
Within this range, no fewer than thirty adventurers were rushing towards me with ferocious faces.
Lu Ming knew very well that these adventurers lived a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. Not only would they not shrink when they smell blood, they would even become extremely excited.
However, in Lu Ming's opinion, that's because it's not bloody enough!
Lu Ming's mind moved, and the unique power of the sword mark immediately filled the sword. With a flick of his wrist, the power of the sword mark instantly penetrated into the sword essence dispersed in the air, and with the posture of an absolute king, he gained absolute control.
right.
Click... click...
Suddenly, there was a sound of mist quickly condensing into ice in the air. It was crisp and cold. A dozen more alert adventurers heard this sound ringing in their ears and seemed to realize something. But the next moment, they
It's like being in a sticky quagmire. It's extremely difficult to raise your hands and feet. Even if you drop your lifted feet, there is an invisible but extremely sticky force pulling them, just like stepping on them.
Into the freezing water full of ice particles.
Whoosh!
However, at this moment, a figure was opposite to everyone among them. He was as fast as a fish in water, weaving through the struggling crowd.
An adventurer suddenly noticed that this figure flashed in front of him, and a cold feeling came from his throat. He knew that this was the feeling when a sharp sword was scratched. He had tested it on countless people.
Passed by, and then it became hot again. He blinked, it was the temperature of his own blood, but with the remaining thought, he suddenly noticed a light touch in his hand, which was that his sword was taken away.
Lu Ming grabbed the man's steel sword and sent it directly into the chest of the other man. With a backhand stab of the Samsara Sword in his right hand, he slit the throat of the man behind him. When the sword edge left, it took away a lot of blood.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Lu Ming's body turned as fast as a flash, and the sword in his hand was like a pad of light. Wherever his body touched, a bloody light would fly up, and every time he struck the sword, it would be separated immediately, as smoothly as the setting.
Okay, and I have rehearsed the fight scenes in movies countless times.
The only difference is that no one here shouts "click", only the "click" sound of broken bones stimulates people's nerves.
Looking at this boy who was not very strong and had a very low level, killing his men one by one, Zhang Zhongjiu's face became distorted, especially after he took the sword from his men, the sword in his left hand was soft and soft.
It's incredibly slow, but it can easily defeat all attacks.
All the blows were blocked, and even the swords of several junior swordsmen were thrown away. The sword in his right hand was a life-threatening chain. The ruthless and tricky sword never left his men's throats, and the speed was so fast that it was just a flash of sword light.
, the subordinates didn’t even have time to engage in a head-on confrontation. Their bodies shook and they collapsed softly.
"This kid's swordsmanship is... weird! One person can actually cooperate like two people, and there is absolutely no way two people can cooperate to such a skillful level! It's really... so fucking weird!"
Zhang Zhongjiu couldn't imagine how such a young swordsman could experience such a wealth of battles, and be able to control such weird swordsmanship as skillfully as the most common drinking and eating! This situation seems to be more likely to happen in one day.
A general who is older, has a very high level, and has experienced hundreds of battles. Only someone who has been soaked in blood on the battlefield can kill so unblinkingly and so ruthlessly.
Less than five minutes after the battle started, Li Wanchang had just asked his men to arrest people, and Zhang Zhongjiu had just figured out a little bit about his opponents. However, nearly sixty adventurers had already fallen to the ground, and their blood had gathered into a
A small river accumulated in the occasional shallow pit, and then broke through the restrictions of the shallow pit. When breaking through the obstacles, a few small ripples appeared in joy!
Bloody! Bloody everywhere! And the bloodiness here is expanding with the body of this not-so-strong young man. Lu Ming is like a pioneer in the wilderness, but he leaves behind corpses, creating a new world
It is also a bloody road.
Zhang Zhongjiu knew that although there were many adventure groups here, large and small, he could no longer take into account the possibility of others taking advantage of him at this time. He had to take action. As long as he got this kid, all losses would be nothing!
The two-handed sword held upside down in his hand suddenly trembled, and a sword energy spurted out with a "Zha" sound. The low-hanging sword edge even made the sword energy penetrate into the soil.
The sword master's strength had been completely raised to the limit, and he arrived almost in a flash, making it impossible for people to see his figure clearly. Only a ravine plowed by the sword energy on the ground showed that he had passed here.
Zhang Zhongjiu did not shout away the adventurers who were continuing to besiege, nor did he care whether they were his men. He found a gap where Lu Ming had killed someone, and before he could retract his sword, he fiercely slashed his big sword.
The sword slashed down, even though there was a capable subordinate standing in front of his sword.
No matter what! His eight-edge sword realm is almost certainly of no use at this moment, so he might as well seize the opportunity to cause serious injury or even fatality with one blow! And he will get the sword manual from him.
Zhang Zhongjiu's face was ruthless and ferocious, and he slashed with gnashing teeth, but suddenly he saw the young man opposite him looking up at him. His face was indifferent, without any expression, only the depth of his eyes condensed a trace of emotion.
It's as cold as a silk, but it's like burning flames. The two expressions are intertwined together, just like the two swords in his hands.
No! Zhang Zhongjiu suddenly froze for a moment. He knew the speed of his Sifeng swordsman very well, and the speed of the sword made it impossible for him to think about it and not cut it down yet.
He lowered his eyes slightly and found that he was indeed still in the air, but the ground under his feet was not moving backwards. What did this mean? Time had stopped...or had he stopped in mid-air?
Thinking of and verifying this fact, Zhang Zhongjiu was extremely surprised. When his eyes glanced at the young man in front of him again, the sword in his left hand killed two more adventurers, and the sword in his right hand was thrust into the throat of the man standing between him and him...
…
The two reincarnation swords instantly released thirty-two drops of sword essence, and the powerful force of the sword marks driven by the four-edge swordsman almost locked this area firmly.
Huamui Sword Technique!
When Lu Ming's sword pierced the throat of the senior swordsman in front of him, there was a brief moment of silence. Then it suddenly rose into the sky like an erupting volcano. As his body flew backwards, the sword in his hand was like a rolling curtain.
Generally from bottom to top.
Whoa! A flash of sword light flashed, and the senior swordsman's head instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist. Zhang Zhongjiu's surprised face was also startled. The next moment, a thin line of blood appeared on his forehead from his chin to his throat.
The line emerges.
Looking at Zhang Zhongjiu, Li Wanchang, who was about to raise his sword, suddenly froze. Just when he realized what might happen, he saw Zhang Zhongjiu slowly falling. Just as soon as he moved, his body was split into two, and his intestines and internal organs were separated.
Objects like this are falling down like a clatter. (To be continued.)