Zhao Guo was shocked, and there was no strength in his right hand anymore. The sword that was attacking flew out and flew dozens of meters away before he unwilling to plunge into the ground. The ground in the square was paved with long bluestone, but the sword never reached the center of the sword. From this we can see how powerful the power he used when he drew his sword.
But, it's all over.
Zhao Guo looked at the wound on his wrist as if he was stupid. Before the competition, he had calculated a hundred battles and avoided this sword seventy-six times, so he had at least more than half of the chance to win the final victory, but he never expected that his defeat was so thorough and wasted.
Zhao Guo's brain buzzed, his eyes rolled, and he was so angry that he fainted.
"Another!" The swordsmen faced this scene again, but their shock was no less than the first time. If anyone met him, it would completely explain two problems. One is that he was absolutely strong, and the other is that he was cruel and ruthless. As long as he was an opponent, he would never leave a way out for others.
Several swordsmen looked at the remaining people in the competition area, and their eyes changed to pity for a moment.
A Jian Sheng browed and said excitedly: "You guys say, what would happen if Nangong Huajian and Cheng Zifeng were fighting each other?"
"That's hard to say, but in the end, their death group will definitely be left with the two of them. They all defeated their opponents with one sword. It seems that the result will come out soon, but I think if Lu Ming and Cheng Zifeng fight, the result should be even more exciting. After all, Nangong Huajian is already an old genius."
"Yes, judging from the process of the two battles, Cheng Zifeng is the biggest dark horse in this trial!"
The Jiansheng's minds were all filled with the moment when Cheng Zifeng cut a person's wrist, and his reputation had risen to a certain level in the sword after sword. After they finished talking, they looked at the competition area again. The countless eyes made those Jiansheng who were waiting for the competition feel like they were waiting for lambs. These Jiansheng were watching Jiansheng just waiting for the butcher to get the knife and then choose the people who bought meat.
"Sad!" The few people looked at each other, and they all saw a completely lost and helpless look in each other's eyes.
"Lu Ming vs. Tang Xiaoqiang." The instructor's voice resounded throughout the square. In fact, his voice was not loud, but everyone had their own thoughts, so the voice seemed too sudden.
Qing'er discovered that the young master, the opponent, became as powerful as the other person, quickly said with concern: "Young master, be careful."
Lu Ming nodded lightly, smiled, and walked towards the field.
"It's Lu Ming's competition again. Let's see what wonderful methods he will have this time, and whether he will surpass Cheng Zifeng!" The swordsmen's eyes were attracted to the competition area where Lu Ming was in, and directly abandoned Jian Sheng, who was fighting fiercely, and surrounded him. Everyone wanted to know who was the biggest dark horse in this trial.
Tang Xiaoqiang is tall and thin, with a certain trace of wind and frost on his face, and his knuckles are full of calluses. Obviously, there will definitely be many years of practicing swords. The key is that a vicissitudes are revealed between his eyebrows. It is obviously not a person who belongs to the category of sword generation. This is a cheating person.
During the distance between entering the field, Lu Ming judged the other party's identity, and at the same time found that the long sword in his hand was also very old and reached the level of fifteen forging. Obviously, the other party had made sufficient preparations to participate in this trial.
Tang Xiaoqiang was also looking at Lu Ming. Judging from the first two battles, Lu Ming had used all his strength in the first battle. In that battle, he actually worked very hard. As for the second game, Cheng Gang who was temporarily added, hum! It was obviously just a helper!
Tang Xiaoqiang absolutely did not believe that Lu Ming won the competition by moving the sword tip, because he was an adventurer. He asked himself that he had a very rich experience, but he had never heard of such a thing! Moreover, he had also obtained the sword treasure left by the sword tyrant, and the sword in his hand was also obtained at that time. No one like himself who had rich experience had ever seen such a thing. How could Lu Ming, a little kid, be so powerful?
Thank you! Cheng Gang is just a caretaker!
A relaxed smile appeared on the corner of Tang Xiaoqiang's mouth. When the competition began and his sword stabbed through, the truth would be revealed!
Tang Xiaoqiang smiled relaxedly, as if he had solved a historical problem, but his smile just started to rise, and his thin face was frozen. Then his smile restrained and the corners of his mouth began to bend down.
"This kid..." Tang Xiaoqiang held the sword fiercely and vigorously. The young boy walked up to him with a wooden sword, and actually closed his eyes!
"What does he mean? Is he so unbearable? Or does he completely ignore his existence?"
A series of questions flashed through Tang Xiaoqiang's mind, and any of them showed that Lu Ming was simply despising himself, and that was completely disdainful of himself!
"Boy, what do you mean!" Tang Xiaoqiang's two thin eyebrows stood up!
"It's just a competition, let's start." Lu Ming closed his eyes and said lightly.
"Young Master! You can't!" Qing'er shouted in surprise. Although the young master's views on kendo have always surpassed others, in front of a master who is superior to him, he still has to play with his eyes closed. This...
If the young master does this, he will naturally make sense, but this is a game. Even if there is a little mistake, it is very dangerous!
The Saint was even more shocked. She knew that Lu Ming had always been a steady person and had a very calm personality. But how could he have such a move today? Isn’t this obviously giving way to the opponent? In such a game, every opportunity cannot be given up. How could he do this?
Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian looked at each other, but they couldn't understand why Lu Ming did this. He wanted to dissuade him, but he had already entered the arena. Going back himself would be like interfering in the game.
Many of Lu Ming's friends were extremely surprised, but in the eyes of other swordsmen, Lu Ming's behavior was simply seeking death!
"Hmph, after winning two games, I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. It's really ridiculous." A Jiansheng sneered.
"Yes, I originally thought this kid was very calm, but how could he think that he would do such a frivolous... Yes, it was a frivolous thing!" Another Jiansheng suddenly felt that he had taken a look away.
Zhuo Ligetu slapped his left hand on the side and wanted to go forward to stop it, but was stopped by Leng Jian. This also made Zhuo Ligetu calm down a lot, but looking at the wounds of his wrist, Lu Ming's behavior was simply too reckless, if...
Zhuoligetu didn't dare to think about it anymore and shouted directly: "My brother, you have to think it through!"
Lu Ming gently held the wooden sword, closed his eyes, feeling all the changes around him. Starting from closing his eyes, the emotions, breathing, and pulse of the people around him changed. Everyone was lit and dark with the changes in their breath, and they were all restrained by their own perception, thus judging what their emotions were and what they were thinking in their hearts.
Close your eyes and it was a world that Lu Ming once familiar with, a dark world.
But now it’s completely different. I have to start again, so this once familiar world is a kind of training for myself.
Hearing Zhuo Ligetu’s shouting, Lu Ming knew that everyone was really worried about him, so he made everyone smile relaxedly and said, “Sword is composed of swordsmanship and sword energy. I cannot improve sword energy to the extreme for the time being, so I will hone my sword skills to the peak, so that even without sword energy, I will still become an invincible swordsman.”
Lu Ming was talking about his own experience. In the environment where the spiritual energy was dissipated on Earth, he could not release the sword energy at all, but he still won the title of the world's number one killer. The contribution of swordsmanship must not be ignored. The only difference is that at that time, he had already been tempered with extremely toughness. Although the innate realm was not inseparable from swords and guns, he was many times higher than that of now, both in response and tenacity.
"It's just a dream!" Tang Xiaoqiang slowly pulled out his sword and said, "Since you look down on me so much, I'll let you know how strong the sword energy of the great sword master is, take the sword!"
Tang Xiaoqiang was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He didn't want to miss this opportunity to advance, but now he is even more fierce. A light white sword energy slashed towards Lu Ming's throat like a crescent moon.
Whoosh!
Lu Ming's ears moved slightly, and the specific direction and speed were determined from the sound of the sword energy breaking through the air. He easily avoided the attack of the sword energy by a little side.
"I really avoided it!"
The sword students were stunned at first, and then they burst into laughter. Several people even whistled and cheered: "You can't even hit someone with your eyes closed. Your sword has been in vain!"
"Haha, that's right, don't be embarrassed if you don't have that trick."
Oh? Tang Xiaoqiang was stunned. Unexpectedly, this kid actually avoided the attack of his sword energy, and looking at his posture, he was actually very relaxed!
I really don't believe it! Tang Xiaoqiang's ears were filled with laughter from the sword students. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand with a gloomy face, "Swish" and two sword energy were thrown out in a cross shape.
Lu Ming raised his hand and stretched out the wooden sword. The sword edge, which was neither sharp nor strong, was pressed against the trained sword energy. With a little force on his wrist, he slid to the side with the impact of the sword energy, and then avoided it again.
"Hey! Tang Xiaoqiang, are you okay? I see that you are ranked in the top ten, so you are very well!" A short and fat Jian Sheng gestured with Fei's thick and fat fingers and said with a laugh.
The people next to me immediately attached: "Yes, yes, although I saw someone fighting with his eyes closed for the first time, it was also the first time I saw someone unable to hit someone with his eyes closed!"
"Hey, if Tang Xiaoqiang loses this time, he will be famous when he returns to his hometown."
The swordsmen were all excited as Tang Xiaoqiang evaporated his sword energy twice without help, and laughter kept ringing. Finally, the swordsmen had to come forward to stop it to prevent it from affecting Jiansheng's game mood and distraction. However, their effect was limited, because the expressions on almost everyone's faces had already shown everything. (To be continued.)