As the Five-Strike Sword Master, Li Haoran is also the strongest Sword Sect. He was only a ritual that he was promoted to elder. He was always arrogant and domineering, but this kind of person only needed a few words to himself. Wang Tong snapped his fingers easily: "Do it."
Hulala...
Li Haoran dragged the sword in his hand diagonally, and more than a dozen people followed him like shadows. No one spoke. Under the gradually emerging night, he was like a string of ghosts. After running for just over a dozen minutes, he saw the Star Sword Villa.
Li Haoran waved his hand, "Around me the house, don't let him run away..."
At this time, in the Star Sword Villa, Shangguan Ying was sitting next to Lu Ming, constantly asking him about the strange things in the Jinghu swamp. After all, the two of them had experienced life and death there, and she always had endless topics to talk about. Moreover, the sword technique Lu Ming taught her last time also had several small barriers, but he didn't figure it out. This time it was a very rare opportunity.
In Shangguan Ying's view, the profoundness of the sword technique that Lu Ming taught him was even better than the Sword Sect's unique skills, thunder-gathering sword technique. The unique skills of his Sword Sect emphasize strength and lethality, while the Illusion Sword Sword Skill emphasize control and artistic conception, which are two completely different concepts.
Even though Lu Ming had already explained it very clearly to himself, he still felt that he could not find a clue and could not fully grasp it.
Through chatting with Shangguan Ying, Lu Ming also found that she did not have much control over the resources in her sect. Most of the resources were in the hands of the elders, and they were all devoted to cultivating their own **.
Lu Ming found this question and asked.
"Oh! Isn't it because I'm not strong enough? It's all impossible." Shangguan Ying shook his head lightly and sighed: "In the sect, there is a dispute over interests. Everything depends on who has the harder wrist. And I am just a big swordsman, and what ability do I have to compete with them? Three years ago, when I was fifteen years old, they said that I could have the ability to inherit the sect leader, so they pushed me out. In fact, these are their own little calculations. After all, the elders are not.
They also need to restrain each other, not really want me to be the sect leader, so when I show a little bit of my strength, they are anxious to marry me out and hook up with outsiders. Alas! In the end, it is because I am not strong enough to create a common power. In fact, I feel heartbroken every time a person dies in the sect, but in order for no one to die in the future, someone must die now, or even lose more than half of the elders."
Lu Ming was able to feel deep helplessness and prospects for the future in Shangguan Ying's words. She was not wrong at all. Any leader needs a road paved with blood and bones to reach the highest end. She is indeed a good leader.
If there is interests, there will be disputes, there will be battles, and there will be deaths.
On the contrary, the source of everything lies in the word "interest". However, in Lu Ming's view, the difference in interests is just about whether it is his own or someone else's choice.
Lu Ming is a killer, and the killer's world has always been very simple. There is only life and death.
"Oh?" Li Haoran heard the two of them singing and reunion, like the elder of the preceptor, and his eyebrows were immediately twisted together. He shouted loudly: "Go on, chop him up!"
However, just as Li Haoran raised his sword to charge, he suddenly found a figure rushing to his body in a blink of an eye! Because the speed of this figure was too fast, his pupils suddenly tightened from far to near, and his head was dizzy, and it felt like the ground was suddenly dislocated and moved him directly.
That's Lu Ming! Li Haoran, who had been staring at him, of course he knew that this figure was Lu Ming, but his sword realm was obviously lower than his. Why was his speed so fast?
Looking at Lu Ming's indifferent face without a trace of expression appearing in front of him, Li Haoran could even clearly see the sword pulling and waving in Lu Ming's arm, shortening the distance to him one by one, and then slashing towards his throat. All this was like slow motion, and it was very clear, but the sword he raised could not be swung any longer.
Hiss! The sword edge flashed by. Li Haoran knew that he was dead and knew that what he had just seen clearly was just the afterimage pulled out by Lu Ming's figure, because he had now cut the sword through the throats of the other two people.
But how could he be so fast?
Li Haoran's last thoughts suddenly became active, remembering that Wang Tong said that his master was killed by Lu Ming's sword.
"It turns out that he is not able to pretend. He is used to being domineering. He comes to take revenge without careful consideration!" Li Haoran's face showed a hint of regret, and his body fell backwards. With a "thump" sound, the body smashed a small piece of dust, just like he had survived for so long, and in the end he only splashed such a small piece of waves. As the dust settled, he completely left the world.
Lu Ming was walking on the gossiping dragon and his gossip, and his body was like flashes and lightning. Shangguan Ying could not even truly capture his figure, and could only hear the sound of breaking through the air when he was drawn.
Whoosh swish swish swish...
Lu Ming kept drawing swords, so he didn't need to waste sword energy at all for these characters. He could use the explosive power of pure sword energy to unparalleled tricks to draw swords with ease.
Lu Ming's figure passed through the crowd and completely freezes the fifteen people. As he collected his sword, these people fell down softly. Even the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was almost uniform, showing that the time they had been in the sword was only a few seconds apart.
Lu Ming walked back to the room silently, opened his backpack, took out a bundle of ropes, and walked outwards.
Shangguan Ying only realized now, but she just watched Lu Ming walk out with the rope. She was very puzzled. However, in her incomprehensible eyes, Lu Ming interpreted the role of the rope to her.
Lu Ming tied a knot and swung it casually, and accurately put it on one of his ankles. Then he threw out the rope in his hand and pulled it back, and the corpse was hung on the tree.
One...two...ten...
"this……"
The two or three elders who were secretly observing the Star Sword Villa in the distance were so shocked that they almost screamed. They could see everything Lu Ming did very clearly, and they were shocked in their hearts because this indifferent boy killed people, just like cutting melons and chopping vegetables. When hanging up these corpses, they were even more skillful than being a butcher for life! (To be continued.)