Nangong Huajian's heart suddenly stumbled, and the sword seemed to hurt like a stab on his wrist! Over the past period of time, he had contacted Lu Ming and others, and it was true that he had lived and died together, and any of them could be safely handed over his back, even Qing'er, who was the lowest sword realm, was the case. It can be said that he had formed a life-and-death friendship with everyone through fighting.
But what I didn't expect was that my life and death comrades were injured in the first game of the second round, and it was an extremely important part of my wrist!
Leng Jian was also shocked. Just now, Zhuo Ligetu's sword was very exquisite in terms of timing or power control. If the opponent was himself, there would be no better way to break this sword. It was obviously a stable victory, but why did the character suddenly change completely?
Leng Jian flew to stand in front of Zhuo Ligetu, looking at Cheng Zifeng like ice. Although he didn't say anything, the hand holding the sword was so strong that it completely showed his determination.
Qing'er hurried over and looked at the bloody wound. A beautiful little face had begun to deform in pain, and tears kept flashing in her eyes.
With a clang, the huge heavy sword fell to the ground and smashed a huge pit. However, Zhuo Ligetu had not yet woken up. He stared at the wound on his wrist in a daze, and his brain kept replaying the scene just like a conditioned reflex, but he could not find the flaws of his failure.
Yes, no flaw can be found! If the flaw can be found, then Zhuoligetu's sword must be perfect, and Cheng Zifeng would not have won so simply!
"How can you be like this!" Nangong Huajian, who had been standing proudly, was immediately furious. He strode into the battle circle and shouted: "If you win, you will win. Why do you still have to take such a heavy move? Don't say anything idiotic words like you can't control them. Only ghosts will believe that I will put my words here now. Whatever you treat him, I will treat you later. And I will repay you ten times as much as a vicious person like you!"
"Hey? This sword student..." A swordsman took over Cheng Zifeng's side and said to Nangong Huajian in a protective posture: "It is inevitable to be injured when fighting in martial arts competitions. It is unreasonable for you to speak like this. I think such words should not come from your mouth."
Seeing the tutor at the swordsman's realm as if he was protecting a genius, Nangong Huajian sneered: "Some words should be said, some things can be done, but they cannot be said. Please don't do this. I, Nangong Huajian, don't care about these things!"
When Nangong Huajian was speaking, the sword in his hand couldn't help but make waves of sounds. The fierce and wild fighting spirit had already exaggerated the entire square. Many sword students were forced to retreat before they could breathe comfortably.
"You..." The instructor was speechless. At these words, he could only shake his head speechlessly and said, "The next game is not yours."
At this moment, the sword students didn't even dare to breathe. They also had a more thorough understanding of Nangong Huajian's pride.
Cheng Zifeng stood calmly in the field, his eyes swept across Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian one by one, and then a smile of inexplicable meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a look of contempt was permeated in his eyes.
He just glanced at it, and his eyes turned away with serious disdain. However, when he turned around, he saw Lu Ming beside his friend outside the frontier, and his brows were frowned involuntarily. He immediately restrained his almost invisible expression before leaving. There was no expression on this face that was not old, as if what he did was just crushing an ant to death, and in his eyes, everyone was just an ant.
There is actually a reason why Zifeng frowned. Nangong Huajian's arrogance and Leng Jian's coldness are both powerful auras that make people unable to ignore their existence. It can be said that as long as they are young swordsmen, they will feel that these two people are very dangerous when they see them and they will suddenly become alert.
But Lu Ming was silent and indifferent, like a passerby, which could easily make people forget it independently, but he was the first to come to this barbarian. From this, he could see his reaction and speed, and under his silent actions, he even made himself feel willing to ignore him.
Lu Ming... He was a tree in the woods, and a grass on the grassland. There was no abrupt place at all, but he could not see through him. When he reached no one, Cheng Zifeng looked at Lu Ming secretly, and the sword-catching hand began to use force silently.
Lu Ming grabbed Zhuoligetu's wrist as soon as possible, and clamped his fingers into a sword. He quickly tapped around his wrist wound, blocking his meridians and blood vessels with extremely exquisite techniques, and effectively controlling the retracted meridians.
It was not until Lu Ming handed the giant sword to Zhuoligetu's left hand that he woke up from his shock. He looked at Lu Ming in surprise, his eyes filled with the breath of death.
Lu Ming knew that the moment Zhuo Ligetu was cut on his wrist, the moment he represented the destruction of the kendo career, and his heart began to die.
However, Cheng Zifeng's sword was fast and fierce, so fast that even he could not truly react. It can be said that Zhuo Ligetu's power completely has the upper hand, but he and Cheng Zifeng are not on the same level as the same level as him.
Just the moment before Cheng Zifeng set out his sword, he clearly sensed a sword intent. It was a taste that only comes from the real saint-level strength. Even the Destruction Sword Saint was not so powerful. Lu Ming immediately understood that it was the smell from the eyes of the sword madman, and it was right at his forehead!
At that moment, Lu Ming clearly saw the eyeball with the power of the sword scar. It seemed that Cheng Zifeng did not absorb the eyeball after getting it, but chose to fusion, and he succeeded.
This is a very powerful spirit of adventure!
After all, in terms of the strength of the great sword master, it is very risky to integrate the eyes of the most powerful sword saint in history. Even if there is a little mistake, the explosion of his body will be his only end. It seems that his demand for power is really by any means.
"If the sword is broken, it can be rebuilt, and if the wrist is injured, it can be cured. This is no big deal. It is wrapped around me." Lu Ming hugged Zhuo Ligetu's wide shoulders for the first time, but his toes were standing.
Zhuo Ligetu looked at Lu Ming's eyes suddenly and saw his calm and firm expression, as if he had suffered only minor injuries on his skin.
But since Lu Ming said that, he will definitely do it! Zhuo Ligetu has this confidence in Lu Ming, but... he just saw through Lu Ming's thoughts. Is this possible? Since such a long time of contact, Lu Ming's mood has been as quiet as water, but as deep as the sea. The thoughts he expressed just now were actually just deliberately comforting himself.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Ligetu shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, completely driving away the dead energy that had just happened. Even if Lu Mingzhi couldn't do well, he could learn the left-hand sword from Lu Ming. He used the sword like a dragon with both hands. This was not a problem at all. Besides, even if the cold sword could come back, what did he lack?
"I've recorded your sword." Zhuo Ligetu looked at Cheng Zifeng, and a smile appeared on his honest face.
Only when you are injured will you truly know your weaknesses. You have already thought of your flaws. This time, you should just treat the tuition fee! Although the tuition fee is a little high, Zhuoligetu's smile comes from the bottom of your heart, and even more because he knows that he has brothers!
"In the next competition, Lu Ming will fight against Jiang Yaoyang."
Chapter 4
The swordsmen all felt a lot when they had such a storm in the first competition, and their expectations for this second battle became even stronger.
"According to the news I received, this Jiang Yaoyang is a real great sword master. Although it is just a one-strike, this Lu Ming is just a four-strike sword master. I don't think this battle is very suspense."
"You can't say that. When I was in the camp, I personally felt that Lu Ming advanced and promoted continuously. And he and Li Zhennan could fight. I told me that this competition would still be very exciting."
"Will he advance to the Great Sword Master? Don't be stupid. Jiang Yaoyang is a famous fast swordsman. He has challenged a master at the level of the Three-Strike Great Sword Master, and has forced his opponent into a mess. In the end, he has lost his ability to fight. Moreover, since his debut, no one in the same realm has been able to survive his ten moves. Haha, this time, I think this Lu Ming is useless."
Jiansheng expressed his opinions with one word and another, and also vomited out the shock that had just happened. However, all the eyes that were thrown towards Cheng Zifeng were still full of fear, and his heart was silent in advance for Jiansheng who would meet him next.
Lu Ming glanced at Jian Sheng who walked into the arena. He was a very short man, about 1.60 meters tall, with very small eyes, gray complexion, and a little yellowish-colored hair. It seemed to be to increase his height. A sword in his hand, which was slightly shorter than the long sword, seemed to be customized for his body.
Of course, no one said that geniuses must be handsome, and Lu Ming never judges people by his appearance.
Lu Ming lowered his eyes and saw the other party's sword. His sword was very strange, without a scabbard at all, and it was actually a square-headed single-edged sword. The sword body was three feet long, as thin as a willow leaf. The area where there should be a sword blade on the other side was replaced by a wide blood groove. It can be imagined that if the sword was scratched a little bit, the wound would suffer unimaginable trauma.
It is light and fast, and can maximize the wound. This is a killing sword!
Moreover, Lu Ming smelled an extremely strong bloody smell on Jian Sheng. This should not have appeared on Jian Sheng who looked only in his early twenties. Perhaps, he was simply a killer! (To be continued.)