"Surrender! I just want to surrender! Isn't surrender okay? I used to hear that there was something about forcing annihilation, and today there are people who are forced to feed them? What's going on?"
Ma Mingshan couldn't help but scream, wishing to find a crack in the ground and get into it directly, but now he has no choice! The other party can compare with the sword saint with one person's strength!
"The boss can't deal with it, what should we do?" The other robbers were like frost-beating eggplant. When they saw the boss Ma Mingshan stretched out his hand to grab the sword, they were even more laborious than the girls they had caught, and they were even more timid and hesitant than those girls.
"The boss can tear off all the clothes in one hand." A little bandit with active thinking jumped out of a scene in his mind and expressed deep miss.
"If anyone dares not fight seriously, kill them all." The destruction sword saint's indifferent voice was like a series of death-hunting talismans, and the robbers who hit them really couldn't raise their strength.
"That's the disciple of Lord Sword Saint, how to start?" Ma Mingshan was crying in his heart, and the resentful woman seemed to be sad: "I beat her seriously. If I beat her to death, it would be strange if Lord Sword Saint doesn't kill me! But if I don't beat her seriously, I will still be killed if I deliberately put some water?... It's so difficult to be a human being!"
At this time, the injured swordsman, the swordsman group, Lan Fengyu, and those who were looking away from afar all surrounded them, and gradually formed a circle of encirclement like a hunting ground, surrounding these robbers. Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and the anger he had been bullied before was dared to express his face. Some even planned to secretly give these robbers a sword to relieve their anger, but Long Lin was so scared that he hid the sword behind him.
"In this way, each of you will play three games with Qing'er. As long as someone can win two games, you can leave, and I won't report to the official." Lu Ming said lightly, his eyes glanced at all the robbers: "How is this? Is this condition good enough?"
Now, except for fighting, everything is dead end! Ma Mingshan's smart brain, who was once strategist, seemed like a rusty screw in front of the Sword Saint, and it was extremely laborious to turn it. However, he also knew that no matter how fast it turned, he could not escape the Sword Saint's casual finger.
"It seems that the difference between life and my own thoughts is really like being annihilated!" Ma Mingshan grabbed the sword, but his whole body could not be raised at all, and he even felt that somewhere was suffering a vague pain.
What else do you want to do? Why don’t you kill us with one sword? The other bandits and robbers have long forgotten the once brilliant viciousness, and they all have a sad face and a sad look, as if they have been *100 times.
The people in the distance were refreshed. The shadows of the other party's vicious threat had long disappeared. Even their fists were excited and their veins burst out, wanting to replace Qing'er's position and teach these robbers a lesson by themselves.
"I'll do it." At this time, a short and strong robber rubbed his beard hard, looked generous and jumped into the field with a big step.
"Yes." Lu Ming saw that this man was at the level of an intermediate swordsman, and a two-handed sword also tests Qing'er's ability to use strength.
In an instant, Qing'er's slender and petite figure fought with the intermediate swordsman, and the sword in her hand burst out from time to time, and she hit more than a dozen swords in an instant.
Lu Ming and others nodded from time to time. Qing'er's use of swordsmanship was indeed very fast, but she was still a little bit short of her opponent and could stop.
Ouyang Luo didn't need Lu Ming's instructions to feel his meaning. He immediately inserted his sword into the other party's sword force, followed by the opponent's sword force, and directly shook the opponent away. Then he said in the other party's pessimistic eyes: "You won this game."
The short and strong intermediate swordsman grinned, and his heart also fell down. It seemed that the other party was still trustworthy, so that he could leave here first.
"Baby apprentice, your sword has a great advantage when fighting against the long sword, but the opponent is now a heavy sword. At this time, you need to make some changes. You need to use your flexible body skills and use your skill to break it. Look..."
The Destruction Sword Saint condensed his finger into a sword, and signaled the trend of several sword techniques. Qing'er observed carefully and nodded from time to time.
Lu Ming raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat beads on Qing'er's nose and said, "You have very little sword energy now. When you use it in battle, try to find the opponent's flaws. At the same time, you must not be ruthless when taking action. You must learn to save sword energy, even if it is just a trace."
"I understand, young master." Qing'er smiled obediently.
"I'm sharpening my guns at the last minute. Is this kid still dare to teach me, can it work?"
"Yes, the old man seemed to have some momentum when he took action, and it seemed very extraordinary. However, this kid is so young, he can teach people, and what he said makes sense." The people who gathered over were surprised that Lu Ming dared to give in to his advice.
When the short and strong swordsman saw that the other party was sharpening his gun at the forefront, he laughed confidently: "Okay? I still have some things, don't let me wait too long."
However, when Qing'er's next performance surprised the intermediate swordsman. Although he was the same person and the same sword, his angle and strength were more important than before.
Hiss! In surprise, the Great Swordsman's clothes were broken, and a bloodline flowed down the clothes.
"Lost one game!" Ouyang Luo said expressionlessly: "One to one draw."
How could this happen? The Great Swordsman looked at the bloodline flowing on his body in shock. They just gave a few random instructions. It was so amazing? What kind of talent is her? I have practiced swordsmanship for thirty years, have I practiced it on dogs?
"Come again!" The great swordsman waved the great sword hard and made the air whimper, but this sword could clearly cut her waist and definitely cut it in half. However, her sword just touched her sword slightly and dissolved most of her power, and she was as flexible as a swallow.
However, Qing'er was looking for opportunities in the movement, and suddenly saw a gap, and the sword was nailed directly into the great swordsman's chest like a butterfly passing through a flower.
Cruff… When the sword penetrated into the Great Swordsman’s chest, it made a series of sour sounds.
Heart protection mirror? Qing'er was a little surprised. It seemed that the equipment was really not worn in vain. The Great Swordsman smiled grimly. Although he had lost now, as long as he had severely injured her, he could master a trump card and evacuate safely. Taking advantage of the moment when Qing'er's sword stabbed into the Heart Protection Mirror and could not pull away quickly, the Great Swordsman waved his sword and smashed it at her head with his sword body, but saw that her little face seemed a little lonely.
Qing'er directly injected the Destruction Sword Saint through the sword edge into the Great Swordsman's meridians.
With a bang, the great swordsman's body suddenly swelled and then shriveled again. A bloodline flowed from the seven orifices. The blood-stained eyes were filled with horror and surprise.
Everyone was surprised and Lan Fengyu blinked in shock. Even if he didn't understand swordsmanship, he could find that this little girl was completely different in the first and second and third games. The guidance of this little brother is really useful!
"What a cruel little girl!" The junior swordsman who had been very confident before furious, browsed. Why is her sword so cruel? What kind of talent is it? Is it a sword body? Oh my god! She is so lucky!
"Sad!" Ma Mingshan originally felt that his person had a good chance of winning, but with the other party's lucky talent, it was his own sadness! But what did her eyes mean when she used the last sword?
Ma Mingshan's brain kept replaying Qing'er's beautiful little face, and that lonely expression: "Is it because... she has determined that her subordinate's death has come? To be precise, she could see the flaws of his subordinate's sword at a glance, and regret that he is no longer an opponent now?"
"Lost two games." Ouyang Luo announced: "Next."
"You must catch the living." Ma Mingshan watched his subordinates stand out and quietly ordered that as long as his subordinates succeed, he would immediately come forward and completely grab the trump card in his hand. This was almost the only hope for those of him to survive now.
However, things always go against my wishes. In the next match, this little girl basically couldn't win the first game. At the critical moment, she would always be followed by the hunched boy. However, after a short rest, the old and the young kept making gestures, her combat power rose directly without the improvement of the sword realm...
All died, all died! All died! In just half an hour, one of my extremely fierce subordinates died one after another in the hands of this little girl! Why is this little girl so powerful? What kind of monster is she? Even if she comes out of her womb to practice swords, she is too strong, right? Moreover, she has many mistakes when using swords! Obviously she is a rookie, she has just come into contact with the swords for a while! How could this happen? Are we all really such a useless person? Even a rookie can't win a rookie?
Ma Mingshan felt as if he was ashamed. He looked up at the sky and sighed helplessly. He wanted to run away, but he couldn't escape the sword energy. He wanted to fight, but the other party became stronger and stronger. This is really no way out of heaven and no way to enter the ground!
But I...I'm really just robbing! I've done it so many times before, but what's wrong today?
Ma Mingshan looked around helplessly, looking at the crowd of people who were constantly talking, but could only see the mouths of these people moving. Apart from the buzzing sound in his ears, he could never hear a word. He had a trace of regret in his heart, but it was just a trace. He killed one by one and made a profit. He suddenly let out a roar in a fierce manner, and the sword slashed open, and jumped towards the crowd that was getting closer and closer. (To be continued.)