As soon as the two met, Ouyang Luo's unique murderous intent suddenly made a silent roar, as if urging the master to prepare for battle immediately.
When Ouyang Luo just saw Lu Ming, he already felt a faint murderous intent on him. However, this was only possible because of his understanding of him. And at this time, what should he do the most? Prepare to kill someone!
Seeing the murderous intent emitted by Ouyang Luo, Lu Ming smiled at the corner of his mouth, then looked at Shangguan Ying and said, "Do you know what that prince really looks like?"
"I know." Shangguan Ying said with great certainty that the arrogant and domineering look of the prince when he was really forcing him, and he would never forget the prince's arrogant and domineering appearance in his life. At that time, I hoped that he would have the ability to step on his face with a fierce foot.
"Okay! Let's go and kill him now." Lu Ming said calmly: "It's easier to ambush him halfway through the road."
"Let's kill him? Why?" Shangguan Ying was surprised to see Lu Ming so decisively. He didn't expect that Lu Ming would actually want to kill Wang Zizhen on his own initiative, which was completely contrary to his plan. The original intention of finding him was just to let him support the situation and force the other party to retreat. His sect shocked him and he had already worked together, so there was no need to kill people anymore. After all, it was a battle between the two factions. Once it developed, the momentum might lose control!
"Killing is not the best way, but it is the most fundamental way to solve the problem, once and for all." Lu Ming naturally saw through Shangguan Ying's concerns: "Otherwise, the other party's caste type will never give up. You may not be able to deal with it after I leave. Moreover, the other party has made a plan and will come to kick the mountain gate tomorrow. If we wait, we will be very passive."
"Yes, the swordsman should do this. Since he knows the other party's intention, he must take the initiative." Ouyang Luo completely agreed with Lu Ming's method.
"Okay." Shangguan Ying naturally wanted to kill the other party and eliminate the crisis, but she felt that the time was not yet ripe. After all, the other party was a great sword master, but Lu Ming and Ouyang Luo insisted that they were sure that they would do this.
"Let's go, let's choose a good place and give that person a surprise." Lu Ming smiled faintly and said.
Chapter 3
The sky was already bright. Lu Ming lies behind a cold rock to hide his figure and lower his breath to the lowest point. Converging breath will slow down the blood flow. However, the cold wind in late autumn will not understand human feelings at all, and is still blowing bitterly, pouring it into the collar of his sleeves, which makes Lu Ming feel a little uncomfortable, but that's all. His falcon-like eyes quietly looked at a relatively prosperous town below.
This town is called Nanhe Town. Although it is not big, it is built between the Zhentian Sword Sect and the Lingzhen Sword Sect, and it is connected with a main road between the two, which also passes through it in the middle.
Lu Ming chose the place less than ten miles away from the town. It was a small hill with an altitude of less than a hundred meters. However, Lu Ming chose to stand directly opposite the front slope of the town. There was a bunch of rocks, which looked so cold and desolate.
In the grass opposite Lu Ming, Ouyang Luo and Shangguan Ying were lurking quietly. The two swordsmen at this moment also converged their breath to the lowest point. However, Shangguan Ying would occasionally turn his eyes to where Lu Ming was. Seeing that he was still there, his heart was even more shocked. She knew that if she didn't look at it with her eyes, she would be completely an ordinary rock in her perception and was inconspicuous.
However, Shangguan Ying was very panicked at this moment. Before she could adapt to her own surge in power, she had to learn to restrain her breath and lurk. However, she also found that if she stayed quietly like this, she could look at the people and things in the world from another perspective. Many of the things she had in the past seemed to be ridiculous now.
At this time, a team appeared in Lu Ming's sight. They were like a snake that had come out of a hole, revealing their entire body bit by bit at the intersection of the town.
This is a team of 100 people, and everyone is riding tall horses. At the front are two peak sword masters and two Yifeng sword masters! They look at the road in the distance with a proud look. There are not many pedestrians on the road, and at this moment, birds and beasts scatter. Sometimes pedestrians who have urgent matters dare not walk on the road any longer. They all hurried away in the grass beside the road.
At this time, Shangguan Ying made a gesture and followed her fingers. Lu Ming saw a young man in his thirties. He was riding a pure white tall horse, wearing a suit like a robe. His handsome face was also white. However, his eyes that had no focus at this moment revealed arrogance and domineeringness. He did have the smell of a sword body, and he was a master of the three-front swordsman.
He is very strong. Lu Ming's indifferent eyes were like an accurate scanning machine, sweeping the team from beginning to end, and found that there were more than 20 people in it, all high-level swordsmen. Although the two Yifeng Sword Masters were about forty years old, they were also considered talented swordsmen. After all, if they joined the army, there would be absolutely no problem to get the position of deputy general.
Lu Ming could feel that the two of them had glanced at their place several times, but their experienced eyes and perceptions were nothing at this moment.
The team was getting closer and closer, and Shangguan Ying's hand holding the steel sword became tighter and tighter. However, at this moment, there was a lot of nervous sweat in his palms. The more he tried, the harder he could not hold on to the steel sword. She looked at Lu Ming and Ouyang Luo quietly, and found that they were free and as if they were enjoying the rare sunshine.
Shangguan Ying showed admiration between his eyebrows, and at the same time lowered his body, lowering his already low body again, pressing his heart, which had already been jumping like a jumping deer.
Lu Ming lowered his body and no longer looked at the team. As long as he used the horse's hooves to shake from the ground, he could clearly judge the distance of the team and the target he wanted. During this period, he even turned off the sword marks and observed the outside world completely with his own perception ability and the insight of the killer.
"Cousin, what treasure can Shangguan Ying get? With her level, I really suspect that after they entered the swamp, they just stayed on the edge to protect themselves."
A young swordsman next to Prince Zhen's side, who looked three points like him, looked full of suspicion at this moment. He absolutely did not believe that Shangguan Ying could find the treasure. He kept thinking in his heart, if the great swordsman could find the treasure, then wouldn't I, the swordsman, have I, as a swordsman, have all the treasures in my bag?
The prince smiled arrogantly: "Cousin, you are still young and lack the true leader's mind! First of all, from the perspective of men and normal thinking, a beautiful woman is a treasure in itself. Secondly, the Zhentian Sword Sect used to occupy a position among the ten sects of the Zhenyuan Empire. Even if it is now declining, it is a huge treasure for me. No matter what Shangguan Ying has obtained in the swamp, he should not be underestimated. However, as far as I know, the rumored sword relics were taken away by their team of men. This is a treasure!"
"Sword Relic? They have sword relic?" The young sword master was shocked: "Why is my cousin so calm? We should have come a long time ago! No matter what they are doing, will we fight and everything be solved?"
"Or what if you say, are you still young? If we are anxious and attract the attention of other sects, then the result will not be as relaxed as it is now." The prince smiled mysteriously: "Haha... men, only by combining force and wisdom together, there is nothing that cannot be done! My creed is that planning is with people, and success is with people!"
"My cousin is indeed very insightful and has far-sighted thinking, which really makes me admire him!"
The young swordsman was immediately taught with a face full of admiration, and he was so impressed that he also gave him a small but effective flattery.
The prince smiled very much, but when he was about to say something, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, which was so strong that his whole body was uncontrollably and violently fought, and his shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
"Roar!" Prince Zhen immediately roared in his heart, expelling all the chills in his heart. At the same time, the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed and stabbed forward frantically.
Seeing my cousin's reaction, the young swordsman jumped up and saw only a black shadow flashing. However, my cousin's sword stabbed forward. Before it could be stabbed out, a cold light had already covered my cousin's throat. Then a very slight sound was heard, like tearing a piece of paper, but my cousin's figure was stunned. On his throat, a blood line gradually emerged, and turned into a splattering blood fountain, glowing with a bright red halo in the sun.
Wang Zizhen then used his left hand to forcefully hold the wound on his throat, trying not to let the blood gush out, but the blood turned into thin blood lines, still flying out from his fingers, but it delayed the loss of his vitality. His eyes were firmly locked on the young man who was leaving calmly in front of him, and almost all his instinctive thinking was left in his mind: "Why! Who is he? Why did he kill me? What sword technique is he **? The four-front sword master who can make me, the three-front sword master, unable to react? What kind of sword technique is it..."
The prince really tried hard to pinch his wound, but his hands were getting less and less powerful. Even the sword could no longer be held. The world in front of him gradually rotated, and only the boy in front of him could see clearly was the young man. The sword in his hand was so cold, just like the indifference in his eyes. (To be continued.)