Why do people in such a small place use good swords?
The advantage of geographical location made the sword master even more jealous. Then he heard two "bang" sounds again, and he saw the figures of the two great swordsmen circling and flying out like rag bags thrown out. Seeing the twisted hands and feet, he obviously lost his combat power, but his speed could not keep up with him!
This swordsman was very depressed. He wanted to be unable to defeat him head-on, so he would attack him, but he found that his intermediate swordsman's master is now in front of this handsome boy, just like those great swordsmen. The real strength that he can exert is too limited.
At the outermost of the crowd, a junior swordsman nervously left the battle circle. He looked at his sword in shock. The originally sharp ten-forged sword was now only one piece left. His face changed, and he took out a very small crossbow in his arms, a more delicate crossbow arrow, and then placed it on. He took out a small bottle, touched the tip of the arrow slightly, and walked forward with his eyes aimed at Ouyang Luo. He took two steps. Suddenly he realized that the world was spinning, and then fell to the ground.
Qing'er tripped over the junior sword master, then stepped forward and slapped him on the neck, kicking him to death. However, the crossbow in his hand was fired like a conditioned reflex, and just hit a sword student in front of him. He was still jumping around with his teeth and claws. Suddenly, his whole body was shocked, and his strength seemed to have been pulled away. He couldn't even hold the sword and slowly collapsed.
It turns out it was anesthetic, so let you go once. Qing'er let this Jiansheng go, but from him, you can see that the Jiansheng has already prepared a lot of equipment for the trial. Although he deviates from the sword path, he protects his life and even guarantees the trial results.
Qing'er naturally put away the small crossbow, but suddenly realized that a qi was locking her tightly, and her aura completely surpassed her.
Ouyang Luo glanced at Qing'er, nodded, and then directly beat a Jiansheng with one sword to retreat and continue his battle.
Qing'er quickly retreated. She knew that she could only help Ouyang Luo at this time, and she was unable to help the entire battle situation, and she could not be taken as a hostage.
Seeing that the intermediate swordsman could not find a suitable way out from Ouyang Luo, he put his ideas on Qing'er. He also realized that both Lu Ming and this kid attached great importance to this little girl. If he caught her, he could turn the situation around in an instant.
But I just touched her quietly, but I didn't expect that she would flash and jump back to the door, alerting that her surname was very high!
However, there were only two of them in total! The swordsman peeked at Ouyang Luo and found that he was in full swing. Although the man on his face was constantly being smashed and injured to the end, it didn't matter. Now, when you catch her, everything will be solved.
He made up his mind and immediately rushed towards Qing'er like a vicious wolf. Just as he was about to bully him, he suddenly realized that he was hit by a wall, and the huge recoil force caused him to fly backwards.
What's going on? The swordsman was surprised to find that there were two people standing in front of Qing'er at some point. They were tall and strong swordsmen, but the scar on his face and the murderous aura were full of murderous aura. No matter how you look at it, you think they were not good people.
There are still people there? The sword master found that he not only made the mistake of dividing people by region, but also misjudged the number of people on the other side. Moreover, the sword realm of these people is significantly higher than that of him. How could this happen?
However, he had just realized his mistake, but Ma Mingshan and Chen Gang did not intend to miss the opportunity to join the war that he had just asked for instructions from the Destruction Sword Saint. Although he was the precious disciple who protected the Sword Saint, he was living so embarrassed and frustrated that he could do it without a single moment. The two of them immediately rushed towards the intermediate sword master, and they actually threw him down with one tiger pounce. The two of them picked those soft places and immediately filled the old fist, which made the sword master scream temporarily, and kept sucking in the air, accompanied by waves of bone cracks.
The young intermediate swordsman looked at the two middle-aged men with fear in their eyes. He was really scared. Even the screams were made by conditioned reflexes. He could not imagine that the murderous aura on these two people was so ruthless. He was so tricky, sinister, vicious, and specialized in picking people in pain and easy to get hurt. In just a few strokes, people could lose all their ability to resist...
Before losing consciousness, the swordsman suddenly realized: "Are they people from the army that cultivate professional war machines?"
Ouyang Luo glanced at the sword master with a little disdain in his eyes. He originally planned to keep this person for the end, but he beat him up and dispelled his arrogance and arrogance. Unexpectedly, it was over now.
Ouyang Luo suddenly felt a lighter in his hand. It turned out that the three or four remaining people had all dropped their swords and ran away. But how could this work? Lu Ming had to solve it himself.
Ouyang Luo's footsteps slid continuously, jumping over the fallen swordsmen. The peak swordsman easily caught up with these swordsmen. He didn't say anything. He tapped the swords and scabbards in his hand for a few consecutive strokes to knock them down. However, his technique was still very well controlled, and he basically hit the joints and other places, and it would never be fatal.
Ouyang Luo knew very well that these people must have some backgrounds to come. At this moment, there would inevitably be some troubles when they died.
Seeing Ouyang Luo pulling everyone down so simply, Ma Mingshan and Chen Gang shook their heads. Shouldn’t these people be beaten like this? Aren’t they here to make trouble? They should beat them hard and torture them hard, let them remember themselves and let them walk around the next time they see themselves. This is enough, this... this is simply a waste of a great opportunity!
The sword students, who were still aware of the conscious mind, were immediately frightened when they saw the speechless expressions of the two middle-aged men. They all struggled and retreated desperately. The muffled groans and gasp in pain were heard in an instant.
At this time, the administrator walked in with his hands on his back, shook his head and sighed. After appearing in everyone's sight, he had already completely restrained the surprise on his face.
Yes! Although I knew that there was the Destruction Sword Saint here and Ji Wujian, the number one sword holder in Tiandu City, I never expected that this kid would almost completely rely on his own strength to kill all these people, and his injuries were very tricky. It seemed that they would have no chance in this trial.
The administrator sighed meaninglessly in his heart. After all, this is the world of swords, and such things happen every day.
But involuntarily, the sword that Lu Ming had just fired was jumped out of his mind. His sword was light and silent, but it was all in the mastery. This handsome boy, his sword was fierce and hard, and after he was drawn, he attacked, attacked, and then attacked. Moreover, his murderous intent and power were impeccable, but...
With his talent and the use of power, there is still room for improvement! The administrator looked at Ouyang Luo and walked into the room.
"You are here." The Destruction Sword Saint was drinking tea with the old sword master and asked with a smile.
The administrator was speechless for a while. Judging from their posture, he knew how confident they should be in their own eyes.
"Sword Saint, the matter has happened. I wonder if anyone can lend me a day? No matter what, the Sword Hall organization requires some rules. I also want to explain to the superiors, so I will be locked up for a night..."
The Destruction Sword Saint glanced at the old sword master, then nodded very simply: "It's easier to do it, okay, you can take it away. It's better to keep your mind in a confinement, you can also train your surname. Take it away."
The administrator never expected that the Sword Saint of Destruction would agree so simply, and quickly smiled: "Okay, then I won't bother you."
When he left the door, the administrator looked at the wounded on the ground and shook his head again. When he called for someone to lift the wounded, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's really enviable to have a sword body!"
"Huh? What's wrong? Why did something happen after I walked for a while?" Zhuoligetu looked at the wounded on the ground, then looked at the busy doctor, and suddenly, he suddenly turned his very small eyes wide.
"I've had a fight, now I'm going to be in custody." Ouyang Luo said expressionlessly.
"Fight? It's a pity that I'm not here. It's a pity that this time I've had a chance. Otherwise, I can fight and accompany you to confine myself, but now I..."
Zhuoligetu shook his head, regretting what place he had ordered. As he said, he looked down at the administrator: "Can I apply, can I apply and accompany my team members to be locked up?"
The administrator looked at this friend outside the frontier with a good look, sighed helplessly, and left with Ouyang Luo.
Zhuo Ligetu seemed very depressed without receiving a reply. He put a fat hand on the shoulder of Leng Jian, sighed and said, "Look, if someone takes my teammates away to be confined, that's my heart! But, even if I have the strength now, I can't use it. Life is really helpless!"
Leng Jian didn't pay attention to what Zhuoligetu said at this moment. His attention was completely focused on the ground and his steps were slowly sliding.
The footprints on the ground were connected little by little in Leng Jian's eyes, and an image gradually emerged, which actually restored Ouyang Luo's attacks from beginning to end.
"This kid is good." Leng Jian said in approval.
"Ah? Who do you think is good? I? Haha..." Zhuo Ligetu looked at Leng Jian with admiration, not caring about his increasingly cold expression: "I just said that you have good eyesight. I am hiding so deeply that you have discovered it..."
How could there be such a person? Qing'er was stunned. The old sword master and the Destruction Sword Saint in the room laughed. (To be continued.)