"Close your eyes! Leave down!" Lu Ming shouted suddenly, and his body rushed towards the saint, pressing her firmly under him.
Nangong Huajian was stunned. As soon as he looked at the air, he saw white smoke and dust spread out, with a tingling sensation of needles in his eyes. A little bit of it was stained on his sword-catching hand, and it immediately turned red with lime!
Nangong Huajian did not dare to neglect, so he had to close his eyes and lay on the ground, hold his breath, and try not to keep his skin naked.
Zhuo Ligetu grabbed two Jiansheng's corpses and placed them on him, covered Qing'er, waiting for the lime to float away.
Now the woman saved by Lu Ming is the most relaxed. She is not in the battle circle and does not need to avoid lime, but watches a battle she thinks is extremely smart.
In her opinion, the original strength gap between the two sides was not big, but her side was at the end of her strength. However, the sharp cooperation of everyone made up for this gap. Moreover, in swordsmanship and even swordsmanship, these people have higher-end attainments, and they are not something that the so-called Li Zhennan can understand.
A breeze blew by, and Zhuoligetu pushed away the body and jumped up: "Damn, these people are so fucking despicable! I must not let him go next time I see you!"
Lu Ming glanced at the direction where Li Zhennan led his people to escape, and had already made this decision in his heart, but he really didn't have the ability to pursue him now. Besides, the Saint's inconvenient movement, and there was a weaker woman. It would be even more unworthy if she was lured away from the mountain. What everyone in front of him needed the most was to recuperate.
After a simple rest, Lu Ming and others set off immediately and headed for the place where the fingers of the sword madman were buried.
In fact, there was very little true energy in everyone's body. Although they had practiced for a while, the progress was not very obvious. Lu Ming only recovered three drops of sword energy. It was better to absorb a little sword demon bead, but he was helpless. After all, in this trial place, the overwhelming death and resentment occupied more weight. Although there was still a certain amount of sword energy, everyone was a good genius. During the practice, they would naturally remove impurities to the greatest extent. In this way, there were naturally very few true energy that could be used by themselves in the end.
Moreover, Lu Ming felt that most people were not suitable for practicing here. Even if they restore their true energy, they would not be able to completely expel the dead energy and resentment. Too much practice is actually equivalent to laying a root of disease in his body.
After Lu Ming explained, everyone immediately agreed. Nangong Huajian took out all the twelve unpurified sword demon beads on his body and let Lu Ming watch it. Anyway, he had no choice.
Nangong Huajian is really curious now. The sword formation used by Lu Ming and others is split and detachable, but its power has never decreased. It is really a rare and exquisite sword formation. Although Lu Ming is a little bored and has little words, he has always done very well what he should do. He is indeed a good leader and swordsman.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently and said nothing. These sword demon beads can be purified as long as they recover some of them.
However, through the battle just now, we can see that Nangong Huajian is indeed not ordinary smart. He knows very well how to choose his role in the battle. In the battle just now, Li Zhennan relied on his powerful weapon to show his power. Only by trying to cut off his minions was the best strategy to win. He cut off Li Zhennan's direct contact with his subordinates at the first time, and he really had a strong fighting talent.
Lu Ming looked up at the rising sun that had just exposed the sky. He didn't know how many dangers there would be on the road he was going to take next, and the power of his people became thinner.
Although Nangong Huajian is cold and arrogant and self-righteous, he can be regarded as a swordsman. After a brief understanding, he is really a good candidate.
"Are you interested in learning the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation?" Lu Ming asked lightly.
Nangong Huajian was stunned for a moment. He first looked at Lu Ming very carefully, and then smiled proudly: "To be honest, your sword formation is quite good. Any swordsman will like it when he sees it. What I, Nangong Huajian, likes to do the most is to study swordsmanship. I will naturally not let go of such an opportunity. But then again, I have learned this sword formation. Aren't you afraid that it will be more difficult to deal with me in the future? I may soon crack its entire mystery."
"Of course, I will only teach you the formation where you should have a position. As for the others, I have never planned to teach you." Lu Ming smiled indifferently.
Nangong Huajian smiled proudly: "No problem."
The woman dragged her weak body but was stunned by the scene in front of her. She couldn't tell what the relationship between these people was... If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it for now, she would always understand.
The woman shook her head powerlessly and said, "Since you saved me, I should contribute my strength and repay me. Otherwise, it will be a knot in my future path, so no matter what you are going to do next, I will do my best to help."
"Of course, the more people, the better, so let's go." Zhuoligetu carried the saint and walked first.
In the altar, the ghost swordsman was sitting in the front seat, holding a bowl of fragrant tea in his hand, listening to his subordinates' reports with a comfortable face.
The man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks were staring at a round crystal ball about a foot in front of him. Looking around, he could see hills, vast Gobi, and a red light spot from above. The light spot was constantly shining and moving, moving towards the sun at a constant speed. Around the light spot, there were several illusory black shadows. The man counted carefully. He originally had six people, but now there were seven, but this was not a big deal.
The subordinate's triangular eyes lit up and said, "Sir, you are wise and powerful! They have already started to act! The Saint of the Sword Hall is taking these people to the place where my king's fingers are buried! These yellow-mouthed children still want to fight with the adults, so they really don't even know how they died!"
The manager shook his head and smiled, but said with a reserved attitude: "If you want to be wise, it is our high priest who is wise. He has long known about my king's fingers, and he even expected that someone would come to rescue the saint. Therefore, we only need to withdraw our swordsman and the team of horses to leave. They will definitely seize the opportunity. Haha, it seems that my king's resurrection is here to be heard, but the high priest, who is thousands of miles away, can still guide us to do things. He is really wise and magical, unfathomable!" He looked at the sky, and a ray of respect was emitted from it.
The subordinate secretly admired him and then smiled and said, "The most wise thing about him is to assign an adult to complete this matter, especially the roar at night. The villain felt the heartfelt anger from it. Even if the villain learned about this matter, he couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He really could join the acting skills of the ** theater troupe!"
"Hahaha... it's all a trivial matter. As long as my king is resurrected, we will live in **, and it's all a trivial matter."
The manager smiled proudly, but when the high priest sealed the saint's full body of true energy, he quietly put out a sword intent in it, and then sent this crystal ball, so that he could not only see their route, but also hear what they were saying. This method is really rare in the world and has to be admired!
What are these swordsmen who don’t even have the realm of a swordsman? No matter how many of them are, they are just sacrifices sent to my king. As long as they find my king’s fingers, they will catch the saint and others, and wait for the high priest to find the heart of the sword energy stone, everything is ready, and my king will definitely be resurrected! In the future, leaving this desolate place will only be the matter of my king waving his sword. Looking at the entire continent, it will definitely become the paradise for my ghost swordsman!
At this moment, his subordinates clearly saw two bright lights flashing in the eyes of the manager, which contained a wider world than in the crystal ball.
At the other end of the altar, which is exactly opposite to Lu Ming and others, there is a small bonfire with a sword inserted on it and placed it on the fire to smoke. A few swords were surrounded by swords around them. They sat casually, their clothes were torn and their faces seemed to be burned by smoke, and they could hardly see their original face. Only when they bite the dried meat, a row of white teeth appeared, and then they chewed it a few times, swallowing it with the mouth of the cracked outlet, as if they were afraid that the chewing would be too broken and digested too quickly, and they would be hungry again after a while.
A Jiansheng looked up at the birth sun, chewing his mouth quietly, but his eyes were filled with despair.
Yes! He sighed. When he came in, there were thirty people in his team. Now, there were only eight left. Even the captain of the peak swordsman realm died in a battle last night. Fortunately, the ghost swordsman didn't know what happened suddenly, but he actually evacuated in the battle that was about to win immediately, and only then were the people who were left.
However, the highest level of people like me is just a junior swordsman, and the lowest level of them is also a swordsman. Now they are in the place of trial, and they only eat so much. They haven't drunk the water for three days. It's so difficult to get out alive.
Think about the two elders who are far away in their hometown. They must be praying for their good achievements. The neighbors must be talking about themselves, what rankings will they achieve this time and what kind of name they will bring to their hometown?
Alas! He sighed again, and for a moment, all the profit and homesickness surged into his heart. A tear involuntarily flowed down the corners of his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and slid into his mouth. He smiled bitterly, the once bitter tears are so sweet now that they may not have the chance to taste his tears next.
At this time, an adventure boot with high quality stepped onto this small piece of land. With the power of a high-level swordsman, the earth made a muffled sound, which made all these swordsmen shocked. One of the dried meat in his hand was so scared that it shook to the ground, but he didn't dare to pick it up again. (To be continued.)