Lu Ming pierced the heart of a ghost swordsman with one sword. While moving his footsteps, he turned the sword edge and picked a sword at Zhang Yuanling's heart. The ghost swordsman's swordsman's swordsman's swordsman was extremely skilled, and he pressed against Lu Ming's swordsman with the tip of his sword with extremely accurate precision. The power of the peak sword master exploded immediately. What surprised him was that his power was like stabbing into a cotton ball, but his power almost brought him over, and the sword's sword was stabbed again.
Why is this happening? Zhang Yuanling frowned and wasn’t it easy to kill such a little swordsman at his own realm? Why is this kid really unpredictable now?
However, his surprise had just emerged when Lu Ming stabbed back silently. At the same time, he also found that the sword formations of these swords had changed. They were just the shape of a pentagram, and now they had become cone-shaped, and the sharp tip was facing him.
Lu Ming stabbed out with a sword, but he didn't care whether he hit or not. He turned his body back. Zhang Yuanling was happy. When he wanted to chase him, he found that the cold sword and Ouyang Luo were leaping over Lu Ming like wings spreading their wings and eagle. At the same time, the sword in their hands slashed directly down. Lu Ming had turned to the end of the sword formation, and the sword in his hand suddenly cut off the necks of the two ghost swordsmen.
Hearing the sharp sound of the sharp sword cutting through the air, even as the peak sword master, Zhang Yuanling had to take it seriously. He quickly stood still, raised his sword to burn the sky with a sword, and fought with a cross-legged harness.
Bang!
Hearing the sound of the swords fighting and feeling the power from the two swords, Zhang Yuanling was shocked and took two steps back to stand firm.
What's going on? I was in a disadvantage in the hands of these boys? Zhang Yuanling's eyes were about to crack. He suddenly looked up at the two of them. The sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, which was about to give these young people a profound lesson. However, this time the sword stabbed again. The two of them only fought one sword and turned around and left without fighting. However, before the sword he stabbed out could be taken back, a beautiful figure hit him again. Zhang Yuanling saw through Qing'er's strength at a glance. Even if he didn't need motivation, he could easily defeat this girl. The sword he stabbed out changed its angle and slashed directly towards Qing'er's sword. He sneered immediately, and it shocked you to death!
With a "bang", when the two swords fought, Zhang Yuanling suddenly felt that his sword was standing on an inexplicable ball of gunpowder. His power disappeared instantly, and even the sword energy he wanted to spray was accumulated without a trace. Then he was bounced out by the inexplicable force. This is...
The legendary destruction sword body?
Zhang Yuanling was just surprised. His fat body was like a flying wild boar, growing bigger and bigger in his pupils...
With a bang, Zhuo Ligetu's nearly 300 kilograms of body rode directly on Zhang Yuanling's neck, whose body was hollow. The giant sword in his hand could no longer be used, but he had already made plans and held the huge hilt in his hands and smashed it fiercely on Zhang Yuanling's sky spirit cover. Zhang Yuanling's body that he could not bear was now hit by a big head.
Zhuo Ligetu was unhappy with his hatred, and he smashed it fiercely again. He could smash it with complete confidence, because Lu Ming and the other two formed a sword formation again, protecting his whole body.
Nangong Huajian killed two ghost swordsmen rushing up, but he was also stunned. Poor Zhang Yuanling, who has the peak swordsman realm, has achieved considerable achievements in both the sword hall and the ghost swordsman. However, he unfortunately met Lu Ming and his perverts, and his head was broken into pieces of earth bones, and there were several unknown liquids that were shot out.
"Boss! Boss save me..."
A shrill scream made Nangong Huajian's attention turn back. When he turned his head, he saw a great swordsman who was smashing his subordinates with one sword. Then four or five little ghost swordsmen stepped forward one after another and stabbed more than a dozen swords in the back of his subordinates. He crawled at him a few times in vain and then stopped moving again.
Nangong Huajian's forehead bulged with blue veins.
"Boss!" Another scream, he quickly turned his head, but only saw one of his subordinates shattered into pieces.
Battle! There are ghost swordsmen everywhere in your eyes. In this moment, their formation has been divided into several pieces. There are too many ghost swordsmen. Everyone is struggling to support them. If you don’t pay attention, you will end up in pieces.
He turned his head and looked at Lu Ming and others, and saw that their sword formation was still intact. While advancing and retreating, there would be ghost swordsmen being killed by them. Everything was going in an orderly manner. Look at his side. This was the second time since the battle with Lu Ming, Nangong Huajian was powerless. The feeling of watching his subordinates be killed and powerless is really...***!
Kill! Nangong Huajian shouted loudly in his heart, and immediately all the true qi in his body turned into a long dragon of true qi. Under the command of his will, the long dragon began to reverse in all the meridians in his body. Every time the true qi reversed, the momentum of his body would increase by one point. After the true qi reversed for a week, the momentum of his body was as sticky as blood. He gasped like a cow, and his blood-red eyes glanced at his body. Seeing that a subordinate was about to hold on, he let out a roar like thunder, jumped over with a single step, pulled his subordinate back with his left hand, threw it behind him, and at the same time, the sword in his hand slashed out with a barely slashed out.
Kakka...
Four or five swords stabbed by the ghost swordsman were cut off under his fierce power. The ghost swordsman were stunned, and then his whole body was divided into two and fell to the ground. Without even looking at these ghost swordsman, he jumped into the group of ghost swordsmen with his sword. A sword immediately danced like a wind storm. Where the sword light flashed, the ghost swordsman would fall down accordingly.
At this time, a ghost swordsman of the Great Sword Master level came to fight when he saw that the situation was not good. Nangong Huajian's blood-red eyes were not looking at him and then shook his hand. The sword energy was more than five meters long, as if it was a light belt that was cut out. In an instant, the ghost swordsman killed him, but his aura was reduced by a little.
"Boss..."
Another scream, but Nangong Huajian, who had already used the family secret sword score [Tianlong possessed**], could no longer hear it, nor could he see it. Before the power of the secret sword disappeared, he only had the endless ghost swordsmen he saw before using the secret sword. Once he used the secret sword, he could only kill in his heart and not save it.
Nangong Huajian naturally knew what consequences would bring to him after using the secret sword of the family. It is no longer worth mentioning that damage to the meridians alone. After the power of the secret sword disappears, he needs to rest for one day to recover a small amount of sword energy. If he wants to restore his previous combat power, it is impossible without three days. In this environment, such a price is almost fatal, but he can no longer worry about it, otherwise he will die now.
Lu Ming had no time to pay attention to what Nangong Huajian was like. At this moment, he could only take everyone out their own unique skills, flew up and down in his hands, constantly attacking and defending, and killing the ghost swordsman step by step. During this period, the tacit understanding of the sword formation increased by a little.
Lu Ming led the sword formation and did not retreat. In the face of the ghost swordsman's sea of people tactics, retreating would only be forced to be beaten. Therefore, Lu Ming has been leading everyone to attack and attacking the most densely populated areas of the ghost swordsman!
Lu Ming knew very well that there were hundreds of ghost swordsmen, but as long as they controlled a certain range, no matter how many ghost swordsmen there were, they could only enter the attack range. As long as they were the first to kill those ghost swordsmen in the great swordsman realm, they basically didn't need to worry about the other party's long-range attacks.
However, even so, Lu Ming still felt unprecedented pressure. He gritted his teeth tightly and dodged a sword slightly. The sword in his hand pierced from the chest of a ghost swordsman. He grabbed the sword in his hand and threw it away. The sword passed through a stream of light and hit the back of a ghost swordsman's head. The ghost swordsman's sword was lifted up high, and then fell inexplicably, revealing Feng Xiangtian's already pale face. He just wanted to express his gratitude to Lu Ming, but he had to deal with the ghost swordsman who was rushing towards him immediately.
Lu Ming's face was covered in blood and had no time to wipe it off. During the killing, he took a casual look at the completely dark sky and frowned. In this case, the combat power of the ghost swordsman would be greatly increased, and the most serious problem facing him and others was the amount of sword energy.
However, Lu Ming felt fortunate that the assessment arranged by the instructor was somewhat similar to that time. It seems that the instructor had already foreseen that he would have such an experience.
Killing, fighting! There are sword shadows everywhere, and there are fighting sounds everywhere. It can be seen from the use of Nangong Huajian's secret sword that everyone is fighting to the point of being crazy.
Qing'er's little face was tense, full of determination. She just looked at the same crazy ghost swordsman and sighed in her heart: "So many ghost swordsmans are just killing them all the time. When will they finish killing them?"
Qing'er finally realized what it means to kill someone and get sore. She glanced at the young master. His not-so-strong body was full of lethality. When he killed another ghost swordsman of the Great Sword Master level, the young master attacked more than a dozen swords in a row and finally killed the ghost swordsman, but it has been a long time since he saw the young master so crazy.
Zhuo Ligetu slapped a ghost swordsman with one sword, and then slashed a ghost swordsman's arm with the sword with another sword. He kicked the sword away and scolded fiercely: "Damn it, it's all for you!" (To be continued.)