"Of course, if you use a sword, you don't have to consider this situation." Lu Ming let go of his hand, and the corpse fell straight down like cutting down a big tree. He said again: "The qi comes out of the dantian, goes to the meridians, and is instilled into the sword. In this process, every minute of the sword energy goes, you must carefully experience the speed and route of the sword energy will affect the success rate of a swordsman's attack, which also represents your chance of survival. It is very important, well, try again."
Qing'er nodded obediently. After the murderous aura on her beautiful little face, she was also a little pale. She killed people. Although she felt that the sword just now was very fast and didn't feel anything at all, no matter what, she was killing people?
"...It's nothing!" Qing'er tasted the taste. She saw the young master's gesture at that time and didn't think much about it. But now when she thinks about it, it seems as simple as taking a small step forward.
However, Qing'er also knew that if she fell into the other party's hands, it would almost be said that life was worse than death, and if the other party wanted to kill her, it would be easier to raise her hand.
"But, am I a protective master now?" Qing'er thought in a strange way.
Haha? This child actually knows how to guide Qing'er's sword technique like this? Yes! The Destruction Sword Saint nodded very much. The key is that the child's teaching method is very correct. He pointed out every subtle part of the sword more carefully. This benefit to Qing'er is better than the teachings of his own paper.
This kid... the old sword master was speechless. Unexpectedly, Lu Ming started teaching here. But it's okay, these robbers are no exaggerated to die a hundred times, so let them make some contributions in the end.
"This..." The people looking out from afar were stunned. They were originally worried about the beautiful Qing'er, but now, the fierce thugs were regarded as teaching specimens...
The six-front sword master was surprised to have a long bloodline flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't notice it. Because the robber was already at the level of the second-front swordsman, he made a swordsman's peak and slashed with one sword? Anyone knows that the power gap between the peak swordsman and the great swordsman cannot be compensated by three small realms, but how did she do it so weak?
"What?" Ma Mingshan felt like a big hammer hitting his head directly. He woke up from various fantasies in an instant, but saw Qing'er's little face full of murderous aura, and a slender finger stretched out and shook it a few times.
Provocation! Still one-on-one? Ma Mingshan's eyes were crooked and he couldn't figure it out. Although his subordinates were only a great swordsman, he had been struggling with him for ten years, with a lot of experience and was very good at dealing with women. He was not even seriously injured in the battle with the swordsman group. Now he was killed by her, a peak swordsman, with one sword?
The robbers also woke up from the shock. Ma Mingshan licked his scarlet lips, feeling that such a woman with a little cruelty was the most enjoyable. It seemed that he was very lucky! He smiled and raised his chin a little. A robber with a thin figure and a long horse face walked out.
The Destruction Sword Saint thought Lu Ming's method was good, and he followed suit. He said in a very low voice that Qing'er could hear clearly: "Look at this man's slender figure, his legs were almost equal when walking, and his calmness and strength, he could tell that he was good at speed and was a fast swordsman."
"Quick Sword? But why are his left palms and knuckles covered with calluses? Could it be a double sword?" Qing'er whispered, knowing that the master would definitely hear it.
"That's right, you have to pay attention to his sword in this way." The Destruction Sword Saint nodded secretly. Qing'er, the child, was indeed meticulous enough, and then said: "You can try to judge his sword realm now. It doesn't matter, just rely on intuition."
Qing'er nodded, frowned on her persistent little face: "My sword body can feel the degree of energy fluctuation on his body, but I can't handle it well. Is it a three-front swordsman?"
"Very good." The Destruction Sword Saint immediately praised: "Now, go and kill him."
The swordsman killed the three-strike swordsman? A trace of surprise flashed in Qing'er's eyes, but she still did it with confidence and boldness. When the sword in her hand was waving, a gray sharp light flashed in her eyes, and the sword trembled even more. A sword destroying sword suddenly stabbed into the other party's eyes with a tricky angle.
Huh? It's so cruel! A teasing look flashed between the three-strength swordsman's eyebrows. When the sword in his hand was unsheathed, he suddenly pressed a small spring on the hilt of the sword, and he scored his hands left and right. A sword appeared in each hand. The single sword suddenly turned into a double sword. This sword was cleverly composed of two extremely thin swords.
The great swordsman raised his right hand and held Qing'er's sword, but his left hand was extremely tricky in stabbing Qing'er's chest, aiming at the raised slap. Looking at Qing'er's well-behaved little face, a slight smile broke out from the corner of his mouth. Holding her by himself, the sword with his left hand could cut her clothes. At that time, there might be white meat balls jump out. Wouldn't it be more exciting to fight like that?
The face of the great swordsman who was thinking about beautiful things suddenly changed. The sword energy that was originally filled with his right sword disappeared without a trace at this moment. In a short period of time, the power of his three-step swordsman was suppressed by her swordsman's realm. Where is the power of my sword?
Without time to think about it, the great swordsman quickly drew his left-handed sword and hit Qing'er's sword from the side.
With a tingling sound, Qing'er felt as if she was hit by a carriage, and she couldn't help but sigh at the strength of the other party's strength. The next moment, the sword in her hand drew a round arc, cleverly bypassing the other party, and stabbed him in his eyes again.
The great swordsman restrained his teasing, and ice seemed to have condensed from his gloomy face. The sword force of his hands suddenly changed, directly clamped Qing'er's sword, and then raised his legs and kicked him.
"No! Qing'er is going to suffer a loss!" Ouyang Luo's heart suddenly jumped, and the true energy of the Greedy Wolf suddenly burst out, and the body was pushed and turned into a burst of airflow. He kicked the bandit in the chest with the thunderous force of splitting the sky. At the same time, he grabbed Qing'er's sword with two fingers in his right hand.
Woo! The great swordsman suddenly found that the air was twisted a little, and the sound seemed to be only emitted by the reeds in the strong wind. A black shadow in front of him hit him at an extremely high speed. He clearly saw that just as he raised his foot, the other party's foot had been printed on his chest.
With a bang! The great swordsman suddenly flew backwards, and bursts of cracked sternum sounded in the air, and the blood sprayed out was mixed with large masses of internal organ fragments.
So fast! So fierce! The robbers all looked at Ouyang Luo in surprise. Unexpectedly, he could actually hold the steel sword with two fingers and snatch the sword back. It was really extraordinary!
The robbers' eyes fell directly twenty meters away with the great swordsman, and they also found that when he landed on the ground, they had turned into a corpse.
"Oh?" Ma Mingshan's mouth twitched, and the scar on his face looked like a twisted and swimming snake. "What's going on? The boy who taught with the corpse just now didn't move, but now this boy was stormed. He just didn't expect how his power was so fierce? In the moment of exerting force, he had completely surpassed me."
Ma Mingshan's surprised eyes were always locked on Ouyang Luo, and the people around this kid were all very calm. Even if he had such a brilliant kick, they seemed to have been used to it. Are they all very strong? What happened today seems to be more troublesome than imagined!
Ouyang Luo returned the sword to Qing'er, and went back without saying anything.
The Destruction Sword Saint said at the right time: "This sword is also very good, but obviously when you draw the sword, you do not use the mental method I gave you at the same time. Otherwise, this sword will directly shake the opponent's sword, rather than just eliminating his power. You must pay attention to this detail."
Qing'er nodded obediently and heard the young master say, "You have a very correct way of attacking, but you have not mastered the ruthlessness of the sword destroyer. You should use the tension in time later and try what effect will be if the instant explosive power is combined with the sword energy of the destruction."
Lu Ming did not say the result directly, but asked Qing'er to feel and understand it himself. If the other person dies, he will die. It's no big deal. He glanced indifferently, and then saw another three-step swordsman, pointed his hand and said, "Come here."
Hearing Lu Ming's indifferent words as water, the robbers felt a chill in their hearts for no reason. A peak swordsman calmed down and a surprised look on his face: "What's going on? Why are you still calling the name? Could it be that we have become a trainer? Haha? This is the first time we have encountered such a thing. Do you dare to be so arrogant? It seems that some people are really not afraid of death!" The surprise on his face turned into a grim smile as the great swordsman thought about it.
"Are these people brains sick? They actually want this little girl to come out again? Have they all forgotten that we are robbers?" A junior swordsman looked at everyone on the other side with a weird expression: "In my absolutely strong state, they think they still have a chance to save people? It's ridiculous. I can smash her peak swordsman realm with one sword!"
"This yellow-haired girl's sword is very sharp, and the other party has a real master. If a swordsman like me, wouldn't he be dead?" Several swordsmen had the opposite idea to others. These people secretly patted their hearts: "Oh... I'm scared to death, just don't mean me."
"Haha?" A short and strong swordsman looked at Qing'er with a smile on his face: "Except for some strength, your sword is simply a mess. Now, in front of us robbers who have been licking blood for many years, do you have the courage to do this? Fortunately, you didn't choose me, otherwise...huhhhh." (To be continued.)