"Ah?" In the eyes of the people in the distance, Lu Ming and others dared to challenge the robbers. This scene made them completely stunned, and questions popped up in their minds: "Why do the robbers seem to have been robbed?"
"These people are so powerful, why don't they start to take action? Will I still be injured?" said the Six-Fight Sword Master with some resentment.
A man not far away looked at the Six-Feng Sword Master and curled his lips: "After all, they don't know you, and the road is blocked. It's quite interesting that they can come here at a critical moment."
The rest of the swordsman group were all scarred. They pulled the commander away and hid in a place to deal with the wound. Suddenly, they felt that something was wrong with the discovery outside. A swordsman with mild injuries quietly poked his head out, but his tongue almost fell off due to shock.
The robber named by Lu Ming was lingering in a daze, and he didn't know what to react for a moment.
"Damn, who have we ever been afraid of? A little girl has stumped a lot of men? Go out and kill her!" Ma Mingshan shouted softly, and at the same time raised his foot and kicked his subordinates out. He kept observing that if both sides took action, he would have a great chance of winning. Now it seems that the four young men on the other side have some combat power, and the person who kicked his subordinates to death was the most powerful.
The great swordsman hesitated and rubbed his **, moving forward step by step, and his squeezing posture was like a big girl who had not left the house. Ouyang Luo's kick had long been deeply imprinted in his heart.
How can this state be done? How can Qing'er really faces the strong rival? Lu Ming frowned and said, "You don't have to be nervous, relax, just fight with your heart. I can guarantee you that my buddy will not take action this time."
"Oh, okay..." The great swordsman nodded dullly. When did he not be a butcher before? But now, it seems that even the boss dares to act rashly, but why do you feel like a live pig thrown into the slaughterhouse now?
"Hahaha... let you be arrogant and fierce! Change the position, how do you feel now?" The person looking away felt so comfortable, and he felt that he should stand closer, and he had a good look at what these evil people looked like when they were retribution.
Lan Fengyu swallowed his saliva for a very difficult time and moistened his mouth that had been stunned for a moment. He still felt it was unreal. He reached out and pinched his ** hard, and his heart twitched in pain. Then he nodded with certainty: "This is...real."
The remaining few people in the swordsman group were shocked. Unexpectedly, the yellow-haired girl they looked down upon was also a good swordsman. She didn't do this at her level. Moreover, those people looked very strong!
Looking at this great swordsman, Qing'er steadily stepped forward with her sword. Her speed was actually very fast, her steps were very light and sharp, like a dragonfly with a dot of water, with determination in her agility, which was a desire for strength.
The great swordsman bit his teeth and immediately swung his sword straight, exerting all his strength into the sword, with the ruthlessness in his hands.
Ding! When the two swords fought, the cruel look in the great swordsman's eyes suddenly changed. He found that the sword he had slashed out with all his strength was directly shocked. Although the vibration level was not large, the opponent's weak body seemed to be hiding a fierce giant beast.
However, in his surprised eyes, the sword in his hand, which was of average quality, could no longer withstand the erosion of the destructive aura, and was instantly covered with cracks, like ice falling to the ground.
A sense of ruthlessness burst out in Qing'er's eyes. Taking this opportunity, her wrist suddenly turned and the sword drew a stream of light and slashed straight on the big swordsman's chest.
With a bang, a wide blood mark suddenly broke out from his chest, and blood and internal organ fragments were sprayed out wildly, which scared Ma Mingshan.
No wonder the destruction sword body is so rare, it is indeed well-known! Lu Ming was also secretly surprised by the power of Qing'er's sword, and she mastered it very quickly. Although part of the reason is that the opponent is afraid of fighting and cannot exert greater power, the gap in realm is there after all, and this sword is head-on. It seems that Qing'er will definitely not have any problems facing the three-front swordsman now.
Seeing that the Destruction Sword Saint was tutoring Qing'er again, Lu Ming began to think: "Next, an intermediate swordsman, who do you want? Let me see... that robber leader, you can assign one."
"Ah?" Ma Mingshan thought he had pointed at him at first, but after hearing everything, he did not relax. Instead, he thought quickly. He found that the other party was increasing his subordinates' realm again and again. Is this... Is he using me to practice swords?
But, I am a robber, I am here to rob! I am not here to be a training for you!
Ma Mingshan looked at Lu Ming with surprise, what are you? Are you looking for a sparring training to take this little girl to the battlefield? Aren’t the two countries fighting now? Why bother to make things difficult for us robbers? We are just making a living!
No, if this continues, we may be exhausted one by one. We can only run away. As for the money and goods, just throw it here.
"Forget it, we won't robbery today! Brothers, let's go!" Ma Mingshan waved his hand helplessly and turned around and left with many robbers. In the face of blood, many robbers also restrained their contempt. Hearing the boss's words, he felt relieved and sighed: "It's still the boss who is wise! If he doesn't leave at this time, he will really die here!"
"Hurry up!" Ma Mingshan let out a low voice, and the remaining eleven or two people turned around and ran away. After only running for more than ten meters, he suddenly found that there was a person in front of him looking at him with disdain.
"Want to leave? Who allowed you to leave?" Shentu, the destruction sword saint, appeared on the road where everyone left. His fingers casually slashed on the ground, and the sharp sword energy cut a deep gully on the ground: "Today, if anyone of you dares to leave this line, the end of death."
The Destruction Sword Saint Shentu put his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently, but he was filled with an indescribable domineering aura. His whole body exuded the smell of "saint".
Sword Saint! How is it possible? The robber leader stared at the Destruction Sword Saint in a daze. How could this happen? How could the Sword Saint appear here? Was that the Destruction Sword Qi just now?
Destruction Sword Saint? No, right? I wouldn't be so unlucky, right? The robber leader cried. This time he just heard that there was a big fat sheep who wanted to come out to rob, but how could he encounter such a killing star?
"You are the Lord Sword Saint of Destruction..." The robber leader Ma Mingshan bent down in a low voice, showed a flattering smile, and slapped him hard on his face and said with a smile: "I have eyes but don't know the Sword Saint! It's time to fight! Please let us go."
"Let you go? What should I do with my disciple?" The Destruction Sword Saint looked at the robber leader lightly: "Get back and come out one by one to feed my disciples, otherwise, there will be no mercy to kill!"
"..." Ma Mingshan was so depressed that he was so crazy, but in front of this Destruction Sword Saint who had an absolute power in the entire empire, he knew very well that he had to maintain appropriate etiquette.
The robbers should still maintain etiquette? Ma Mingshan felt that he was weird, but what could he do? When this adult moved his finger, he might have burst into a ball of minced meat.
"Oh!" Ma Mingshan sighed helplessly. I, Ma Mingshan, traveled to the world for most of my life, and I had never had a chance to worship a sword saint as my master. But today... I really saw the sword saint, and I still destroy the sword saint!
After Ma Mingshan shouted countless times in his heart, he was helpless and had no choice but to turn around and walk back to the venue with his own people.
After a while, people from afar had different positions and robbers, of course they had different ideas and opinions. They looked red now, and when they exclaimed, it seemed that the air was twisted: "Sword Saint? Or the Sword Saint of Destruction! This lord, we can't see this, no matter how we pay homage to him, we didn't expect to meet each other here today. It seems that I am really lucky to be blessed by our ancestors!"
"Are you lucky?" A passerby who was originally depressed was full of eyes: "I want to tell me, these robbers are lucky. They even robbed them on the head of the Sword Saint. Thinking about it makes people feel relieved and happy! Haha..."
The Six-Fight Sword Master was like taking the most spiritual healing pill. He was injured and could no longer feel the pain. He could still struggle to stand up and stare blankly at the Destruction Sword Saint, "This is Lord Destruction Sword Saint. How many people went to see him with gifts and even their entire wealth. They didn't see him. Today, I actually let me see him for free. Could it be that God really favored me and gave me the opportunity?"
It seemed that they were all holding the idea of this Six-Strike Sword Master. Many swordsmen with good realms quietly surrounded him at this moment, hoping that when the Destruction Sword Saint was able to see himself, even if it was just a glance, they might find their talents and accept themselves as their disciples. Then I will become the disciple of the Sword Saint in the future!
"I surrender, I will go back with you to meet the officials. They can do whatever they judge me. Please let us go."
Ma Mingshan dropped his big sword with his hands, his knees slowly bent, and finally knelt down with a "thump" look, looking at Lu Ming and others with pain as if they were constipated for a month, hoping that they could give up their hands and let him go. The little robbers behind him also knelt down one after another, kowtowing him, and saying all kinds of begging for mercy.
"How can that be done?" Lu Ming said indifferently: "My Qing'er's swordsmanship has not been practiced well. How can you be willing to surrender? Now we all take our own swords and get up."
Hearing Lu Ming's words with almost no emotions, Ma Mingshan almost burst into tears in pain. Thinking about his evil life for half his life, but now people have made it so far. (To be continued.)