Those passers-by who were very close and wanted to watch the fun clearly did not expect that he would dare to do such a rash in front of Lord Sword Saint?
But looking at Ma Mingshan's hideous face, blood-red eyes, and pulling out a cold-handed sword. These passers-by suddenly felt that the real surnames of this matter were numb, and their pores exploded. They all turned around and ran away. Several thought it was a burden to hold the sword, so they threw it down and ran away.
The rabbit was anxious? The Destruction Sword Saint smiled indifferently, slowly stretched out two fingers, and a sword energy sprayed out from the fingertips. However, the next moment, the sword energy was circled and circled, and in an instant, a small whirlwind formed.
What a strong control ability! Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and could control this way with the sword energy released. The Sword Saint is indeed the Sword Saint.
Looking at the small whirlwind formed in the master's hand, Qing'er's eyes opened very wide, and then she saw the master's finger pointing to Ma Mingshan, who was about to jump into the crowd, and his figure froze in the air. In the next moment, he waved his limbs and let out a series of tragic howls and flew back.
Plop...
Ma Mingshan fell to the ground, but his face was ashes, with no expression on his face, as if the extremely fierce and cruel heart that had been ravaged and broken into powder and could no longer be bonded.
The Destruction Sword Saint looked at Ma Mingshan calmly, then he blew out a sword intent, sealing his entire body with 70% of its strength with an extremely accurate seal.
Ma Mingshan felt an invisible force invading his body, and his whole body trembled. Then an unprecedented sense of weakness suddenly hit his whole body. He struggled in shock, but no matter how he switched his true energy, his dantian only released a little bit at each time. That invisible force was like a Destruction Sword Saint standing not far away from him, which could directly make him unable to resist.
Sword Qi **! Sword Qi seal! Ma Mingshan was stunned. I was actually sealed with most of my power? What are you doing?
Ma Mingshan glanced at Lu Ming and others in horror, as if a live pig tied up with a meat case to be slaughtered. However, he heard the Destruction Sword Saint say indifferently: "This man's sword strength is not bad. My dear disciple, if you have any problems with swordsmanship that you can't figure out or understand in the future, you can test it on him a few times. I think it will definitely be more effective than you can figure it out."
"You want me to feed me? You want me to feed me for a long time?" The destructive sword saint said calmly, in Ma Mingshan's ears, but it was like a series of thunder bombs directly in his heart. His face was twisted in extreme pain, but he was helpless: "...Do I never have a chance to seek death or suicide?"
"Okay, don't cry, let me tell you, if it falls into my hands, you will know what life is worse than death." Long Lin, who had never had the chance to show off in front of his master and Qing'er, said viciously at this moment.
"Okay, the time is almost over, let's continue to set off." The old sword master looked at the children with satisfaction, and felt more and more that the most correct thing he had done in his life seemed to have discovered these children. "My wise eyes have always been so wise!" The old sword master smiled.
At this time, many swordsmen who were running away crazyly suddenly realized something was wrong. Someone took the time to look back and found that the robber leader had been subdued. He stopped immediately and ran back frantically.
The others also discovered the facts one after another, and all ran back. The first person rushed to the ground, knelt in front of the Sword Saint of Destruction, looked at him with great respect, and said, "Sword Saint, your light illuminates this dark disciple. I will never forget your life-saving grace in this life. You are my reborn parent, and your child longs to get some guidance from you! Sword Saint."
"Yes, Lord Sword Saint, we also have some kendo questions to ask you. Can you spend a little time to help us answer questions? Although I was robbed, I still have a large amount of industry in my family..."
"My family has thousands of acres of fertile land..."
"You are not worthy of being a swordsman without dealing with the enemy's courage, and you don't have a complete sword heart." The Destruction Sword Saint couldn't get any interest in the performance of these people. He turned around and jumped in Ma'anshan, never looking at these people again.
Lan Fengyu took the kettle handed over by his subordinates and had a great meal of cow drink, which calmed down his mood that still felt very unreal.
"This time I've really found the right thing to find out when I'm friends with them. Next, I want to see who dares to call my goods." Lan Fengyu drank it again, and felt that today's water was particularly sweet.
"Hey, this is my goods..."
"Hey? Why did you take my jade pendant? What? Do you also want to pretend to be a robber in front of the Sword Saint?" A bunch of people rushed to scramble on the pile of wealth collected by the robbers, and naturally some of them lost their master's existence, which became the source of conflict.
"Hehe... I took the wrong one... Hey! Lord Sword Saint is gone, we have to keep up and see which robber is not open and we will rob you again!"
Lu Ming smiled indifferently. These businessmen had just returned from the Hall of Hell, but they began to look forward to being robbed again. When they had the strength to help, they all had their scars and forgot the pain. In reality, it was indeed a big dyeing vat.
Ma Mingshan looked back at the people fiercely: "Damn, aren't all mine yet?"
When Ma Mingshan turned around, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly realized that Qing'er was stabbing with a sword. The flashing cold light indicated that the sword had no hesitation at all. His heart thumped, and he quickly turned around to dodge, barely avoiding the sword that stabbed his throat.
Qing'er stabbed the sky with a sword and directly pulled the sword. However, her brows frowned on her face. She had just taken advantage of her unpreparedness. Unexpectedly, she still fell into the sky. However, the young master's sword would not fall into the sky every time! She glanced at the young master and murmured: "So assassination is so difficult."
Auntie, I am only a little stronger than you now. Can't you practice sword like this? It will be dead! Ma Mingshan's heart was filled with goose bumps, but looking at the Destruction Sword Saint who was walking leisurely, he chose to wait for the sword that his aunt would stab at some point.
So, everyone began to rush on. After all, the registration time for the trial organized by the Sword Hall was getting closer and closer. Lu Ming's thinking was constantly active along the way, imprinting the two attempts of the Destruction Sword Saint in his brain, and discovering what can be improved in his sword skills. After all, if you want to integrate the swordsmanship of the two worlds into one, you must constantly discover, absorb, improve, and fusion, and become an advantage that can make you home all the time.
This was a long process, but Lu Ming felt that although the trial competition he participated in this time was just Qing Yuanzhou's swordsman, he could still allow him to see more swordsmanship. After all, those participating in the competition would be elites in their place, and they should have some advantages.
Lu Ming also discovered many advantages in these bandits and robbers. Although they are all average in their age, they will practice their own sword skills in life and death business. Even if they are just straight stabs, they will practice with all their best efforts, and they will also have some existence worth discovering.
Passers-by followed the steps of the Destruction Sword Saint. From a distance, he was like a general who led thousands of troops. These people were not giving up. From time to time, some people wanted to get close to the past, but they were scared back by Long Lin's murderous eyes.
The scenery in late autumn is not very beautiful, but it exudes a sense of desolation. Along the way, Long Lin was in a very bad mood. His master has never cared about him as much as he treats Qing'er, but his talent is really good. He is in his twenties, the Second Sword Master, which makes many people look up to him! It's all because of Lu Ming. Nothing will happen without him. Humph! Fortunately, he doesn't have a sword body!
After walking for a while, the merchants gradually became depressed. There were only a few places that were very suitable for robbers to hide, but there were no robbers. This was simply boring. If you enter the jurisdiction of Fenghua City in less than half a day, there would be even fewer bandits and robbers! This was simply a waste of the opportunity to pass with the Sword Saint!
Lu Ming glanced at the surrounding environment indifferently. This was a small valley. There was not much vegetation on the mountain and the rocks were rugged. The road to Fenghua City was passing through here. Although there was no danger within the power of the sword marks, the killer's alertness kept hitting his nerves. Danger always appeared when people were most relaxed.
Boom...boom...
Suddenly, two violent explosions caused the earth to tremble. Then, the strange rocks on the mountain jumped downwards, rumbling...
"It's an earthquake!" A businessman screamed in surprise.
"It's a big-headed ghost, this is gunpowder." Jian Shu, beside the merchant, cursed in a panic: "Damn, this thing has always been prohibited by the state. Only the army allows it to be equipped?"
"Run quickly and rush out of the valley, otherwise we will all be killed!" I don't know who screamed, but drove the entire team and rushed out.
"If you don't want to die, stand there and don't move." Lu Ming's low and light shout made almost everyone's figures stunned. They turned around and looked at Lu Ming with strange eyes. His voice was not loud, but why could it be like it was shouted directly in their hearts?
In the midst of shock, the rolling stones fell down with a row of violent smoke and dust, and in the violent collision, blocking both ends of the road tightly. (To be continued.)