"That's it." Nangong Huajian said with a cold expression: "The ghost swordsmen that appeared this time are far more than the previous ones."
"It seems you have known for a long time. There are only a dozen left after your team of 100 people. Now you are the only one left. You are taking human life in vain!" Qing'er accused indignantly.
"What do you know?" Nangong Huajian continued his coldness, "The Sword King died from the sword! The swordsman's life is not a death on the road to pursuing swordsmanship, even if he climbs to the peak of swordsmanship. For this reason, he should always
Have the enlightenment of giving life! If you don’t even have this kind of enlightenment, you are not worthy of holding a sword at all.”
A hint of recognition flashed in Leng Jian's eyes. Almost at the same time, Qing'er discovered that the other people present, including the young master Lu Ming, also had recognition of Nangong Huajian's words flashed in the eyes of others.
Lu Ming threw him to the ground, threw him to rest here tonight, and then went to check the surrounding environment.
Chapter 6 Stone Fort
The night was completely dark, and Lu Ming also checked the surrounding terrain. It seemed that the ghost swordsman did not deceive them. There was indeed a large group of ghost swordsmen passing by here. The ghost swordsman who had previously besieged their resting place was just this team
It seems that there will be many famous sword students who will stay here forever this night.
Lu Ming looked up and looked around the sky that could not be seen at all. The dark environment was full of crises. For the silent ghost swordsman, he could only check out some dangerous surnames like this. However, Lu Ming still
I feel that this is necessary. Now he has some secret injuries on his body, and the brothers need to rest more. It can reduce the danger a little, so the brothers can rest more. Here, it is unprecedentedly necessary to maintain sufficient combat power.
Lu Ming returned to the resting place. This time, except for the small amount of supplies he carried with you, everyone had nothing to do. They meditated on the spot to heal their injuries. Now even if the saint is right in front of him, his team will have to be rested before they can make plans.
, otherwise, there is no difference between dying and death.
Lu Ming took out a leather package from his arms and divided all the high-quality pills inside. He also gave Nangong Huajian a healing medicine: "After taking it, you will be free, now in this area
It's safe. But you have to remember that your life will be taken by Cold Sword."
Nangong Huajian took the pill and threw it directly into his mouth. He immediately smiled coldly and arrogantly, "I am not interested in owe others favors. Now I am alone. When looking for a saint, it seems that only you still have some chances.
I will recover tonight and I will accompany you tomorrow. As for the future, haha... whoever wins to death will have to rely on their own abilities."
"Okay! That's it." Leng Jian said in a deep voice.
These two guys are really similar in nature. Lu Ming smiled indifferently. Of course, Nangong Huajian knew that his team had a sword formation to improve combat power, but he still wanted to follow him. This person was really arrogant.
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The night passed like this. After the morning sun was blocked by the thick dead air, it still stubbornly scattered a little light, making many swordsmans who still survived in every corner of the trial area feel that happiness is so simple.
At this moment, Lu Ming and others had already packed up and had a breakfast. Although the staple food was only some jerky, everyone could drink some boiled water, which made everyone feel warm.
Here, even Zhuoligetu, who has always liked to hunt and eat fresh meat, is obediently eating jerky meat. He doesn't want to eat those wild animals that taste the same as the ghost swordsman.
When the sky is getting brighter and the ghost swordsman can be avoided to the maximum extent, Lu Ming took people to the destination. This time, he went deep into the hinterland of the trial area. He must avoid the ghost swordsman's eyeliner as much as possible, even if it is a sporadic battle.
We must also try to avoid it. After all, there are many masters like swordsmen among the ghost swordsmen.
Three days passed in a flash, and the speed along the way was not fast. While everyone was resting, they continued to practice the Zhenwu Seven-Seal Formation, trying to increase the degree of coordination between everyone.
Although Nangong Huajian has always been proud, he is not even more relaxed than Lu Ming when practicing. Once, in the middle of the night, Lu Ming went out to check the surrounding environment. When he came back, he found that he didn't know when he got up.
Start practicing.
There is no genius who doesn’t work hard. Lu Ming agrees very much with this.
Not long after walking, Lu Ming and others came to a canyon. Rather than a canyon, it was actually a passage, because both sides were only composed of tall sand dunes, covered with long-dried weeds. Look at that
The texture of the branches can be compared with the ghost swordsman's. I don't know how many years have they dried up, but it is the safest place in this area.
At this time, a team of ghost swordsmen walked over. They stood at the top of the sand dune and looked at the place where Lu Ming and others had walked before. They didn't notice anything at all, so they turned around and left. The peak sword master led by the team
The level ghost swordsman seems quite boring. Yes! He has been the patrol captain for ten years. In such a deep place, he can't even see a mouse, let alone a human. The last time he saw an adventurer breaking through
It was already a year ago when it came in. But it still had to patrol so boring every day, and other ghost swordsmen brought them back from outside every day. From their stories, it could also experience some abuse and killing.
It looked at the outer area, with envious expression on its face, but waved its hands even more bored, and left with a dozen ghost swordsmen.
Of course they could not find the existence of Lu Ming and others. Last night, Lu Ming had already come alone and reconnaissed the area carefully again. He found that the patrol ghost swordsmen and lurked for half a night.
, calculate their approximate patrol cycle. Therefore, they were lurking in the weeds at this time, and the huge Zhuoligetu also covered themselves with some sand, looking like an ostrich who saw danger.
Nangong Huajian did not speak out and did not express any opinions or suggestions. However, in his heart, he was very surprised by Lu Ming's energy and observation. Everyone recovered from the pain along the way, but whenever they were resting,
He would go out alone and bring back the next day's route and the scarce clear water.
That’s right! It’s a very beautiful thing to drink boiling water in this lifeless place.
With Nangong Huajian's unique vision, he naturally discovered several death traps on the way, all of which were the quicksand rolling undercurrents, but Lu Ming silently led everyone around without showing off even a word.
Nangong Huajian glanced at Lu Ming who was still walking in the front. The young man was really terrifyingly indifferent. He was like a wolf leading his own team, silently, but he controlled everything. He was their prey.
When you find him, you will find that you are already dead.
Zhang Yang's opponents are not scary. They show off their force, and more often they just want to prove that they can beat their opponents in realm, which indirectly shows that they are unsure, but this young man obviously does not.
Perhaps it won't take long before this young man can stand alone and become his opponent.
Nangong Huajian smiled proudly. The path of Jiandao is like a high tower. Only one person can stand at the highest peak, and it must be himself.
When Lu Ming and everyone climbed the sand dune and climbed a higher sand dune, half a day had passed without realizing it. At this time, a piece of green came into everyone's eyes, tall trees
The trees are straight and straight, and green grass grows underneath; a green lake is like a flat mirror, which makes people feel refreshed and happy when they look at it, and they can't help but want to jump in and swim. If there is a lifeless hell outside
, then this is a paradise for vitality.
In this area, there is a huge stone fort, which looks no less than tens of thousands of square meters from the outside. Those stone pillars that support the huge stone dome and require three people to embrace each other are not something that can be found here at all.
The production was produced, because everyone walked along the way and found that it was either sand or stones. Stones were rare. Unexpectedly, there was a completely stone castle here.
"It's weird!" Zhuo Ligetu stared at the bottom with his small eyes and said cautiously: "The sword madman died. The deeper he was, the more he was, the more he was. I have never heard of such a thing in this.
What a great scene. If someone who has no water to drink for three days sees it, he will probably jump into the lake without caring about anything."
Leng Jian looked around and said, "That's right! The terrain here is obviously higher than all places. It can be said that we are now at the top of a huge mountain. Look at it, there is already a cliff, in this way
In a desolate place, such a good place cannot emerge; and we cannot see a ghost swordsman, even if they all go to capture the swordsman, there should be one or two people in the house, right?"
"It's an illusion." Lu Ming frowned.
"Illusion?" Zhuoligetu's eyes were rarely wide open, but his surprise was even more revealed.
Lu Ming nodded calmly and said, "This kind of illusion is created by the unique power created by a huge sword array. It can not only conceal its true appearance, but also cover up its true purpose. And drive this
The energy of the sword formation is exactly the dead energy. The stronger the dead energy, the more real the illusion will be, and it will also cover the dead energy completely."
With the powerful power of sword scars, Lu Ming took off these beautiful coats and could clearly see that there was actually only one stone fort here. Although it was clean and tidy, the gloomy and dead aura filled every corner.
.Ghost swordsmen kept coming and going in and out of the stone castle. Among them, several decadent Jianshengs were taken here, pale and taking the steps of accepting their fate. (To be continued.)