Lu Ming knew very well that the result of choosing the wooden sword would lose a lot of his own advantages, and the light wooden sword further subverted the previous sword's running path, including weight, feel and other factors, so he could discover more elements about the use of swordsmanship.
Looking at Lu Ming's cold eyes, there was no emotional factor, the frozen water, and even a trace of fluctuation, Cheng Zifeng instantly felt infinite murderous intent from inside, but should this appear on Jian Sheng who was younger than him? He couldn't help but feel shocked and retreated.
"Wait!" Cheng Zifeng suddenly shouted: "Lu Ming, are you here to kill me?"
Lu Ming was silent and in this short moment, the distance between him and this villain was ten meters closer.
"It seems you must be here to kill me." Cheng Zifeng stopped his back and continued to shout: "Although I injured your team member, I will not die. Moreover, I have never thought of killing you. If you are a swordsman or a man, we should distinguish the top and bottom in the ring, not now!"
Cheng Zifeng's voice was very loud, and he kept echoing in the empty mountains and fields, spreading these words further away, as if he wanted to attract some attention.
Do you want to delay time? Lu Ming sneered in his heart. This place is three hundred miles away from Fenghua City and thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. There is no village in front or store behind. He chased him all the way and chose to take action here because of this.
Lu Ming continued to walk, and the distance between them was shortened by fifteen meters again. He was a killer and never rashly when he was acting. Although he was rushing to chase this time, this place was the battlefield that Lu Ming chose himself.
Cheng Zifeng delayed his time to relieve his injuries slightly. After all, the severe pain would greatly reduce the power of swordsmanship, and Lu Ming was stepping into the attack distance.
"Lu Ming, we can talk." Cheng Zifeng looked at Lu Ming like a god of death and walked indifferently. He took a deep breath in his heart, forced his body to relax, and inserted the sword into the soil beside him, saying: "Actually, there is nothing between you and me, and we are both geniuses. We can be friends. In order to show sincerity, I can share the sword treasure I obtained in the ruins with you. That eyeball was absorbed by me, but I still have a broken sword. I think you can see it too. It is put together with the eyes of the sword saint strongman. It doesn't make sense that it is not a treasure. I can..."
Cheng Zifeng said sincerely, reached out and touched him. His eyes were constantly watching Lu Ming's changes, and at the same time he became clearer that Lu Ming was very rich, and only the Rare Sword Treasure could impress him!
Cheng Zifeng just stared at Lu Ming like this, touching his hand in his arms, and his eyes suddenly burst out with fierce light. The hand in his arms instantly threw out, and a large bunch of lime suddenly exploded. At the same time, he pulled it back with his right hand and grabbed the sword beside him.
However, at this time, Lu Ming's wooden sword had already swung! As early as the villain wanted to talk, Lu Ming guessed what he was going to do. He carried the lime that could burn people's eyes with him, which shows that his villain's original surname was.
Suddenly, Lu Ming's wooden sword pulled out gray lights under the moonlight, and instantly enveloped Cheng Zifeng under his thunderous speed!
At the same time, Cheng Zifeng finally pulled out the sheath of the sword. Facing Lu Ming's sword, he finally knew that no matter what he said, even Lu Ming would not believe it.
Cheng Zifeng's forehead suddenly opened his eyes and reached its limit. Under his full force, the huge eyeball almost popped out, and even tore the skin on his forehead. A wisp of blood was left behind, like a line of blood and tears.
The eyeball on his forehead turned rapidly and shot Lu Ming's sword from all angles, but Cheng Zifeng found that he could not see even a trace of his flaw. No matter which angle or sword shadow this sword was, it contained the same fatal power, and there was no difference between reality and reality at all.
Perhaps there are virtual and real things, but it is not something Cheng Zifeng can see.
Cheng Zifeng, who had seen Lu Ming's combat power, knew that sword energy was completely dead for Lu Ming! At the critical moment of life and death, he could only grit his teeth and use his most proud sword technique and resist it with all his strength.
The two figures collided in one place in an instant. The unique sound made by the intersection of the steel sword and the wooden sword was like a war drum beat on the battlefield. Under the night sky, the overflowing sword energy scattered like a firefly, and blood with residual heat could be seen flying out at any time.
With a bang, the bursting lime had not completely dissipated, and a figure flew backwards from inside.
Dingdengdeng...
Cheng Zifeng took more than ten steps back to barely stabilize his body. He looked at the calm Lu Ming in horror. His clothes were broken like pieces of cloth. At this moment, fifty or sixty wounds were added to his body. Each wound was leaving a wisp of blood, and the pale wounds were like big bloodthirsty mouths.
Puff! Cheng Zifeng suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his face instantly pale. If you look closely, you can see a few fragments of some internal organs inside.
Cheng Zifeng was no less frightened than his injuries at this moment. He found that the perfect part of his body was the sword in his hand, and he couldn't help but recall the battle process just now. At the moment when the two collided, he was as if he was stabbed by hundreds of swords at the same time. Not to mention parrying, he didn't even have enough time to react to pain.
And the power contained in these hundreds of swords is applied to me at the same time, as if I was hit by a flying mountain, and it was not something I could resist.
And I am a top genius who can cut off even the first genius of Qing Yuanzhou, Nangong Huajian!
At this moment, Cheng Zifeng finally understood why his intuition was so strong. Although Lu Ming was just a great sword master in the sword realm, if he fought one-on-one in the sword master realm, he could be invincible.
But, how did he do it?
Cheng Zifeng, who had personally experienced this sword, still couldn't imagine how Lu Ming used his sword skills.
This is actually the gap in understanding kendo. If you see it and think back on this process, you will feel that it is just a piece of window paper. If you can't see it, there will inevitably be a gap between you and it is insurmountable.
Lu Ming walked forward in disguise, his body was intact, but a drop of blood was splattered on his shoulders by the other party. At this moment, under the late autumn night sky, the last trace of heat was dissipating. However, the wooden sword in his hand was already like a wolf's tooth, and a twisted crack through the entire sword could be seen on the sword. This shows how powerful the attack was just now, how intense the battle situation was, and how fierce it was.
Cheng Zifeng sprayed out a mouthful of blood again, and a large amount of blood loss and trauma on his body made his body shaking. He grinned and showed a grim smile. The blood-stained white teeth looked so ferocious at night, saying, "Lu Ming! I know you are powerful, but what good will you do to you if you kill me? My master is the Sword Saint..." He suddenly stopped, was very upset, and continued, "Go to the immortal sword Saint, we are both very young, and there are many opportunities waiting for us in the future. In this way, as long as we join forces, we can create glory in the country. The Seven Swords of the Future will have you and me. Your name will be worshipped by swordsmen in the entire empire, and my life will always be yours. As long as you let me live."
Lu Ming's lips raised, and a cold smile appeared, saying, "My target is Sword Immortal, you, the future Sword Lord, are destined to be a stepping stone for me to reach the peak."
"No!" Cheng Zifeng shouted hysterically. His eyes moved, and he immediately crossed his sword around his neck and said excitedly: "You can't kill me, and I won't let you kill me. I would rather commit suicide!"
Cheng Zifeng's eyes did not escape Lu Ming's perception. He immediately secretly increased his strength, and the sword scars also quietly moved, and his perception instantly spread out. Under the night sky with a radius of 500 meters, all images appeared in Lu Ming's brain.
At this moment, three hundred meters away, a figure was passing by in the forest with the help of the trees. The man was wearing a red dress and could see a red shadow even at night. However, whether he was tapping on the trunk and jumping with the force or running in the forest, he was silent and almost integrated with the forest. He was a good killer. However, the villain opposite him could be seen with the naked eye.
Peak Sword Master. As soon as this person appeared in Lu Ming's perception range, he immediately judged the opponent's strength. However, in this situation, the distance of 300 meters can almost reach a slight moment for the Peak Sword Master, and he would not have time to kill this villain.
Lu Ming couldn't help frowning. He didn't delay for a moment. He just wanted to kill this villain as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that someone was watching him silently in secret and followed him here.
This villain has been severely injured by himself. Even if he does not die, he will have to recover from his injuries. During this period, his sword realm will improve greatly, and then this villain will completely lose the threat.
However, if the battle is well controlled, then killing this villain should be ten seconds later.
After instantly weighing the pros and cons, Lu Ming's steps did not stop and said, "Okay, I'll see if you die once, you won't have the courage." Lu Ming remained silent, and the people behind him were still traveling through time, and he didn't realize that Lu Ming had seen him.
"Then..." Cheng Zifeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to drag the time and said: "If you die, die, you have to look carefully..."
Suddenly, Lu Ming's body flashed to the left as if teleported, and a dark black sword pierced his long hair. A fire-like body rushed towards him as the sword advanced. (To be continued.)