Puff! The steel sword was sent to the throat of a ghost swordsman in the distance by him, but his face was covered in vain. Now he had no feeling of joy about these things. When the instructor mentioned the trial place, he was ready to "death".
High rewards are naturally extremely dangerous.
Fortunately, I had a unique vision and chose Lu Ming as my teammate, otherwise I would have been dead now.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the giant sword slashed down at the ghost swordsman again.
Ouyang Li and Leng Jian's faces were still as cold as usual, but the blue veins on their foreheads had jumped up, and sweat had slipped off, but the sword in their hands was not slowed down at all. Just kill, why do you think so much?
When the last ghost swordsman was cut off his wrist by Lu Ming's sword, he didn't know how long it had passed. The ghost swordsman held his broken wrist and howled wildly. His shrill scream made a gloomy and terrifying smell appear on the entire battlefield.
The ghost swordsman picked up his hand that he fell to the ground and used his clothes to wipe off the mud and sand on the broken mouth. As long as he did not die, as a ghost swordsman, his broken limbs could be attached.
But he didn't understand why he lost this way! He was also in the realm of a great swordsman, especially this time he was led by Zhang Yuanling. His command experience was very unique and rich. Unexpectedly, he was the first to be killed. The team suddenly lost its backbone, and the outcome of each fighting for his own people is self-evident.
The ghost swordsman glanced at the battlefield with the corners of his eyes. There were corpses everywhere on it. Now the only five people in front of him were injured, and some of them could see bones. There was also the little girl who was trembling all over and obviously had her strength off, but they were still standing.
What exactly is it that supports their fighting will and has been persisting until now?
The ghost swordsman couldn't find the answer. The battle just now was so crazy. He didn't even notice that his subordinates were killing each other, and they were gone.
However, this time I was not completely lost. Except for these five people, everyone else was dead. Wait, there was another one who could move over there? He killed the young man who was the same level as him. Unexpectedly, he was in the same realm as himself at a young age. He was a genius! Well? There was another one who was not dead?
"Brother...Brother..." A weak voice came from the pile of dead people.
This was Feng Xiangtian's voice. Lu Ming walked to a pile of dead people, reached out to pull open the bodies of several ghost swordsmen, revealing Feng Xiangtian's face that was completely bloodless.
It was already dark, but Feng Xiangtian saw a beam of sunshine, and a warm feeling suddenly rose in his heart. Although his team members were dead and he couldn't live long, he was already very lucky to be able to survive until now. During the battle just now, Lu Ming didn't know how many times he saved him, but he couldn't drag him down, because he was distracted, which meant that everyone could not survive, so he brought people to kill him.
Feng Xiangtian knew that this was nothing, but that was all he could do.
Seeing Lu Ming take out a pill, Feng Xiangtian shook his head weakly and said, "I... cough cough... I can't do it anymore, so I won't waste it. I have something here, I hope you can help... cough cough..."
"Don't be anxious, just say it slowly." Lu Ming infused him with a hint of true energy, but his injuries were too serious, and all this was just a drop in the bucket.
Feng Xiangtian took a few breaths, but his chest was as dry as a bellows. He struggled to take out a jade pendant from his waist, "This jade pendant, please help me take it to the Feng family in Daxin City. I am the young head of the Feng family. If I die, the family sword technique will be lost... I haven't had much contact in the past few days, but I know you are not a bad person. Please help me take it back. If you hand this jade pendant to my sister, she can inherit the head of the family. And there is a set of sword techniques here. As she uses her own jade pendant to put it on it...it's enough..." He said, and he was not angry enough. He stared at Lu Ming with wide eyes and said with difficulty: "Please... thank you."
"He is dead, I'll find a place for him. Maybe his family will come to see him in the future." Zhuo Ligetu carried Feng Xiangtian's body. No matter what, he was a member of his team for several days. He shook his head and left. This is a cruel trial. If you want to get a high reward, you must be prepared for death.
At this time, the ghost swordsman at the peak of the Great Sword Master level felt that it was a good time to escape. He stretched out his body and he rose into the air and shot into the distance. However, a light caught up with him at a speed that completely surpassed him and directly hit his thigh.
"Puff...oh!" The great sword master let out a tragic howl, and his body twisted and fell from mid-air. However, the sword that pierced his thighs was pressed by himself, but it jumped out of his flesh, cutting half of his thighs. He rolled his eyes and fainted from the pain.
"You'd better stay honestly when I'm in a bad mood." Lu Ming withdrew his feet to kick the steel sword, and the ghost swordsman relaxed a little.
After putting away the jade pendant, Lu Ming sighed for Feng Xiangtian, since he was entrusted by someone, then go there once if he has time.
Lu Ming turned around and walked to the ghost swordsman, picked up the steel sword on the ground, patted his face, and said indifferently: "Where are you hiding the saint of the sword hall?"
"Saint?" The ghost swordsman opened his eyes in surprise and said in confusion: "I don't know what holy there is...ah!"
Before the Ghost Swordsman finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his left hand was cut off by his sword. Although he was at the level of a great swordsman, he was like a tiger without teeth when he lost his right hand to hold the sword. He had no idea how to bite people. However, his broken hand could be used to connect it in the altar and use the special power there. Now that this kid cut off his two hands, I am afraid that the elders who are guarding the altar may not be willing to spend the altar power to recover himself...
While he was thinking about his retreat, he saw the steel sword resting on his still intact right leg.
"Wait! I'll say!" The ghost swordsman immediately stopped Lu Ming, who was gently pulling the steel sword. If his right leg was also ruined, he would be ruined. This kid was obviously just a swordsman, so why was he so cruel and ruthless? And his methods were erratic and unrestrained, especially his eyes, looking at himself was like looking at a dead person.
"Say." Lu Ming said lightly.
"Follow the way we came, and through this Gobi Desert, there is an oasis there, and you will see...Ka."
Lu Ming knew the general direction and cut off the ghost swordsman's neck with one sword. He rolled to the ground's head, and was about to appear with a passionate expression.
Qing'er didn't expect the young master to take action suddenly and hurriedly said, "Young master, why did you kill him now? Wouldn't it be better to ask him to take us there?"
Lu Ming shook his head, looked at the Gobi, and said, "Where there are places where the Gobi and the oasis coexist, there must be a dark river. If he was asked to take us away, it would not take long before we would all fall into the quicksand. Now we know the general direction, which is enough."
Quicksand? Dark River? Qing'er's head is full of questions, but she doesn't know how the young master knows so much.
"Let's read more books if you have time." Lu Ming patted Qing'er's little head.
"What should I do now?" Ouyang Luo looked at the swords all over the ground and his head became bigger. He came for the swords, but there were too many now and he couldn't get them at all.
"Just carry the swords of the four great sword masters." Lu Ming said lightly, and his eyes began to observe the Gobi below.
On the other side, Nangong Huajian was lying on the ground holding the sword. He struggled hard for a few times, but he just wriggled for a few times and did not stand up. However, his face was still arrogant, because there were at least a hundred or dozens of corpses of ghost swordsmen around him, and there was also a peak swordsman level among them.
When Zhuoligetu saw that he was still proud of himself, he immediately raised the giant sword in his hand and was about to slap him to death, but one hand stopped him.
"Leng Jian, you?" Zhuo Ligetu was quite surprised. It would be reasonable for anyone to stop him. Why was this guy? He immediately woke up, "Do you want to do it yourself?"
"No." Leng Jian shook his head gently and said, "You can't kill him, and I can't. This man did not use any insidious means back then. He defeated me by his real ability. Although he was cold and arrogant, he was also a swordsman. I will beat him with my own hands when he was in full shape in the future!"
"Okay, my brother, I'm so happy to hear you say this!" Zhuo Ligetu patted Leng Jian's shoulder heavily.
"We must leave here as soon as possible and come with me." Lu Ming put away his sword, grabbed Nangong Huajian with the empty sword energy, and walked first on his shoulders.
"Hey?" Nangong Huajian smiled coldly and arrogantly: "What? I'm afraid I won't find me in the future, so I'll start to bring me with me now?"
"If you die now, Leng Jian will not be able to kill you in the future." Lu Ming said lightly.
"..." Nangong Huajian was silent. If these people let him go and then the sword energy was used up and his meridians were damaged. Then there was a pile of mud that was paralyzed here. Even a hungry wild dog could not deal with it. In any case, this kid had saved himself once.
Lu Ming was very fast, and he led everyone straight into the center of the Gobi Desert. Qing'er followed Lu Ming and asked, "Young Master, how do you know that the Saint of the Sword Hall is not dead?"
Lu Ming identified the direction and said while walking: "If I guess correctly, the Saint of the Sword Hall must have a very scarce sword body. If the Ghost Swordsman wants to resurrect their king, he needs to use the power nurtured by the Saint Sword Body as a guide, and then cooperate with some mysterious power and a large number of swordsmen and sword energy to activate the resurrection sword formation they arranged. This is a complicated process. During this period, the Sword Hall organization has been secretly looking for the Saint, while the Ghost Swordsman takes advantage of this opportunity to constantly capture the swordsmen and increase their own strength. It seems that the large number of ghost swordsmen we have encountered are dispatched to capture the swordsmen. Little do we know that when we look for the Ghost Swordsman to hunt the swords, the other party is also hunting." (To be continued.)