The amount of information contained in Lu Ming's sword was too huge, and his opponent had no time to analyze his sword skills, so his brain was instantly blank by the mixed combination and fused sword skills, and he could not find the answer at all.
Cheng Gang breathed desperately, but it still couldn't relieve the violent roar in his brain, just like a hundred birds chirping desperately.
What's going on? After Cheng Gang was a little more awake, the first reaction in his mind was to think of a way to recall the moment Lu Ming set out his sword, but he almost brought him into the abyss again. He shook his head vigorously and drove out all his thoughts desperately. In the end, he could only come to a conclusion that this sword had no solution. Maybe there was an solution, but it was not something he could solve.
After seeing the facts clearly, Cheng Gang walked out of the arena in a mess. He really wanted to say something to Lu Ming, for example, you are very powerful, I am willing to give in to the disadvantages, etc. But in front of so many sword students and high-level sword halls, he chose to avoid it.
The Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master looked at each other, and both saw incomparable surprise in each other's eyes.
"What exactly is Lu Ming pretending to be in his head? I watched him walk along the way and knew that he had a lot of fun, but I never expected that he had reached this point. Thinking about the time when I created the Destruction Sword Technique, I was nearly forty years old!"
Thinking about the gap between them, the Destruction Sword Saint felt that he was too far from Lu Ming, and all Lu Ming needed was just a little time.
The old sword master looked up at the sky, and through the layers of clouds, the vast sky was endless, but he felt that this space could not constrain Lu Ming's thinking at all.
At this moment, the eyes on Cheng Zifeng's forehead were constantly opening and closing, and the rhythm was very tight, just like his heart.
I can't see through him! Cheng Zifeng's heart was covered with a layer of bone-broken coldness, which made him shiver. Yes, the moment Lu Ming stabbed his sword, Cheng Zifeng was afraid and felt fear!
After he merged the eyeball of the sword saint, and this is the eyeball of the most powerful sword saint, it will definitely be able to defeat the world of swordsmanship, but no matter how hard he tries to see, he cannot see where the flaws of this sword are.
Cheng Zifeng's fear comes from the unknown of this sword.
However, he thought instead that there was no absolutely perfect swordsmanship in the world. The reason why he could not discover it was because he had not reached a certain level. He had the eyes of a powerful swordsman and was destined to be stronger than Lu Ming. So he was worried that it was only temporary. In the future, he would definitely surpass him a hundred times or a thousand times!
"In the next battle, Cheng Zifeng will fight against Huang Feihu." The instructor shouted.
Cheng Zifeng looked at Lu Ming in another competition area again, then put away his thoughts, took his sword and walked into the arena.
"It's started, it's started again. I wonder what this Huang Feihu will perform this time?"
"Yes, yes, you guys say, did Cheng Zifeng cut off one palm or an arm of Huang Feihu this time? Oh! It's so exciting to think about it!" Several Jianshengs were so excited that they had already started to tremble.
In front of everyone, the strong Huang Feihu walked onto the arena with a heavy sword in his hand. He glanced at Cheng Zifeng and said to the mentor next to him: "I abstain."
“Abstain?”
The swordsmen were shocked. Unexpectedly, Huang Feihu came up and said he abstained. A few people who liked to watch the fun shouted: "Hey! Do you still have the dignity of a swordsman? You don't even beat him, and you just abstained like this. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Huang Feihu glanced at many Jianshengs and said helplessly: "It is better to be embarrassed than to lose your hands. If you think I have disappointed you, then you can fight once."
Huang Feihu then gave those people a look of looking at idiots, turned around and walked off the ring, with an indescribable ease between his steps.
"Abstention is the right that every sword student has." The instructor said: "Then in the next game, Liu Hua will fight against Cheng Zifeng."
"Teacher, I abstain from the power." Someone shouted directly among Jiansheng.
"Damn! I don't even go to the ring anymore. Now people are smart, it's boring!" The swordsmen flashed and gave up Liu Hua who was calling out.
The instructor nodded slightly, outlined his name on the list, and said, "So, who will challenge Cheng Zifeng when the defeated Jiansheng? If you win, you can qualify for the National Trial Competition."
However, the instructor looked at Jian Sheng, and all Jian Sheng bowed their heads or looked around and pretended not to see him, but their pale faces were too obvious.
Looking at all the Jiansheng's reactions, Cheng Zifeng smiled indifferently and thought to himself: "You useless guys, otherwise I will be the one I will use, but you are still aware of the current affairs. Maybe you can give you a chance in the future, be a subordinate and run errands."
"Sir, this kid hurt me yesterday." At this time, Liu Yanlong, who appeared here yesterday, approached a woman's ear. He covered his chest with a painful expression.
The second-digit Saint looked at Cheng Zifeng. Compared to the place where he was in the trial, this person had indeed grown a lot. At that time, he was not in the sword realm and deliberately kept a low profile wherever he went. Now that he had more realm, he began to be proud? Humph! A villain only had some ambitions!
The second-digit saint snorted disdainfully, turned his eyes and looked at Lu Ming. Although this young man's sword realm was a little worse, his strength improvement speed was unprecedented. From a few days of trial, he had actually reached the level of a one-sided sword master from the Four-sided Sword Master. You know, sword master and great sword master are completely different concepts. When it comes to a great sword master who can release sword energy, it is to cross a watershed and is the standard for becoming a strong man!
However, Lu Ming actually completed the hurdle that all the swordsmen were striving to overcome in less than seven days.
The more the Saint thought about it, the more surprised she became. As her position, she naturally had to see through more than most genius swordsmen, so the more she understood the difficulty of crossing this hurdle, the more she was surprised. However, what attracted the most attention of Saint No. 2 was Lu Ming's swordsmanship.
Although Lu Ming's sword just now was just one sword, the sword skills contained in it were simply unimaginable. In front of an absolute strong man, his advantage in swordsmanship was almost zero, but in front of a swordsman like Cheng Gang, this is an invincible existence!
Because this sword contains a lot of sword techniques, it can truly achieve ever-changing changes, so no matter how you deal with it, its sword can eventually pierce your throat.
What if I stand on his opposite side?
The second-digit saint frowned, thought carefully for a while, and then stretched out her brows, and a smile appeared on her cold and arrogant face: "In the realm of a half-step swordsman, with the most sophisticated swordsmanship in the Sword Hall, you can break his extremely stunning sword."
However, the Saint is very clear that it is because her sword realm is too much above him, and Lu Ming is very close to Saint No. 1.
Thinking of this place, a look of fear appeared on the handsome face of the second-ranked Saint. Lu Ming is obviously from the No. 1 Saint. If he is allowed to grow up, it will be a great threat to him. It may not be obvious now, but in a short while, when he is truly suppressing the No. 1 Saint, he will definitely be his biggest problem.
"Let's go." Saint No. 2 said, turned around and left the square.
Liu Yanlong glanced at the fierce competition areas, turned around and followed, walked a few streets before he said cautiously: "Sir, it doesn't matter that Cheng Zifeng hit me, but he knew that I was the subordinate of the Sir, but he still made such a ruthless move. It was obvious that he did not use you, Sir..."
"Enough." The saint's face looked like a playing card. She said in a cold voice: "You are my subordinates, and you can't even beat them. Is it embarrassing to want me to go there in person now?"
"Yes... If the adult takes action, he doesn't even know how he dies. The key is his identity and he is not worthy of letting the adult take action. It's all villains who are not considerate. I hope he doesn't mind. I will definitely get this place back in the future." Liu Yanlong nodded and said with a hurried look on his head.
"You..." The second-ranked Saint stopped, looked at Liu Yanlong very seriously, sighed, and said, "Forget it, now you should inform Hongye immediately and ask him to do this Lu Ming for me, no matter what the situation is, before tomorrow morning."
Hongye? Liu Yanlong's brow jumped. This Hongye is a big celebrity under the saint's command. There is nothing very difficult to do. Even the saint will not find him easily. Moreover, this person is very arrogant with the level of a peak swordsman. It seems that the saint will take real action this time. As long as the weakest saint, the saint No. 3 is also called "waitable". In the end, the saint No. 2 will definitely go to worship the three sword priests, and she will also rise and become the core figure of the sword hall.
With a quick flash of interest relations in his mind, Liu Yanlong quickly bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll do it now."
"Tell Hongye that this matter can only be successful, and you can tell him again that after the matter is completed, I can consider what he told me." The saint waved.
Lu Ming, who has been watching the Cold Sword Game, is not aware of these things. If he knows that the No. 2 Saint intends to be unfavorable to him, even if he gives up the game, Lu Ming will stifle the threat in the bud.
Of course, Lu Ming knew even more that he was getting closer to Saint No. 1 now. In fact, in the eyes of others, he had already chosen his position. The strife between the saints never stopped. As long as there was not one left, it would never stop. So Lu Ming knew what other saints were thinking, but he just didn't have time now.
Time! Lu Ming sighed softly. No matter how much this thing is, it is not enough, but the time I give myself is too little. (To be continued.)