The saint controlled the stabbing sword and kept bombarding Lu Ming. She saw the opportunity and the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up. On the outside of her thigh, there was a short sword about a foot long. She pulled it out, and with a thought, a huge force suddenly poured in. Then she cut off Mount Hua with force and slashed towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming immediately raised his sword to resist, but he realized that he was hit by a flying planet, and his figure flew backward without any suspense.
In this way, the two of them started in an instant and separated again after a moment, but the difference was that the Saint was standing, with two insignificant damage on both sides of the ribs on her body, and only a small piece of it was broken on her chest, revealing her golden soft armor. Lu Ming was half-squatting, and there was no wound on her body, but her pale face had already explained everything.
Puff! Lu Ming suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood. He was proficient in medical skills and knew that if he swallowed this mouthful of blood, it would inevitably cause greater damage to his qi and blood, so he vomited it without hesitation.
Cheng Zifeng laughed. He smiled sinisterly and happy enough, because the overall situation was settled and Lu Ming was dead. He smiled proudly again, and then dragged his seriously injured body and staggered towards the imperial capital.
"Lu Ming, you are quite smart, but I don't know that in the face of powerful strength, your amazing swordsmanship can only be a fancy move?"
The dagger was dancing flexibly while the saint's five fingers flipped, like a graceful dance. It can be seen that only this sword is the real killer weapon of the saint.
Lu Ming frowned and realized that the stinging swords and the mother sword had a common taste, but he didn't know what method the saint used, but he couldn't even notice it.
"It seems you have figured it out." The saint smiled pursed his lips, showing a little innocence, but her steps were calmly walking towards Lu Ming, and the beating short sword was always flashing with cold light.
The Saint was very clear that Lu Ming and Cheng Zifeng were absolutely different. That successful villain could do all outrageous behaviors in order to achieve his goals. However, Lu Ming had his own principles and could see from his promise that he could marry him, but he ignored it. He had his own principles and would not be tempted by others because of his interests. Such a person was definitely a threat to him and must be eliminated.
"Are you going to marry me?" Lu Ming said lightly.
"What?" When the saint who was thinking was stunned when she heard Lu Ming's words, she asked as if she hadn't heard it clearly: "What did you just say? Say it again!"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "If your butt is a little more perky and your breasts are bigger, I might really marry you!"
"What! I'm not pretty enough? I'm not good enough? You kid dares to mock me when he dies!" The saint burst out, and it seemed like a tyrannosaurus was hidden in his beautiful body, which was awakened directly by Lu Ming.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, and his expression clearly gave the other party an answer. Then he stood up staggeringly, threw away the broken wooden sword hilt, sprayed a large mouthful of blood, and then Lu Ming turned around and ran away, leaving only a ray of smoke and dust.
"..." The Saint was speechless. To be precise, she was already stupid. Lu Ming was still shaking just now. Why did he run faster than a rabbit now?
The next moment, the saint realized that he had been fooled. Although Lu Ming was severely injured by him, he was not fatally injured. His words were nothing more than making him angry, so that he would be distracted, and what he wanted was this opportunity!
The genius was like a saint in the sword hall. She immediately figured out what was the reason for Lu Ming's actions. She raised her head and let out a scream, chasing Lu Ming frantically.
Lu Ming was running with all his might, and the sword energy flowed rapidly in the meridians without ever before, but the serious injuries were still affecting him, making his face as white as paper, and the pain of internal organs being traumatized everywhere, stimulating his nerves at all times, reminding him how severe the injury is now, but Lu Ming completely ignored it.
Lu Ming has developed such a strong will over the years, and he knows that if he cares about his injuries, it will cause pain and will make him lose consciousness.
However, Lu Ming also knew better that his running was only temporary, and the saint's strength and equipment were not comparable to those he now. Running was actually just the instinct of willpower that he had tempered, because Lu Ming never sat and waited for death.
Just where to go? How could I pass by a saint who didn’t have too many minor injuries?
This mountainous area is the battlefield I chose and the cemetery I chose for Cheng Zifeng, but I didn’t expect that it was my turn to turn around.
Lu Ming ran and smiled bitterly. His years of killer career have always been through life and death, and he has long been put aside his life and death. However, now he has a family, a father, a maid, and many brothers and friends. A beautiful life has just begun, so he will not let it go if there is a glimmer of hope.
Suddenly, Lu Ming's steps stopped, and the saint's cold and proud smile came not far behind him. Even in front of the rushing river, her laughter could be spread far.
Lu Ming glanced at the river. From his feet to the surface, it was dozens of meters high and a hundred meters wide. The rushing river water was like a rebellious dragon, swimming constantly with the whistling sound.
This is the second battlefield chosen by Lu Ming, a battlefield to fight to the death.
Lu Ming turned around, looked at the saint indifferently, and then silently took out two broken swords in his arms, one left and one right, and held them in his hand.
"Lu Ming, you can't beat me. At your speed, it may be possible in a year, so don't waste your energy. You'd better die early and be reincarnated earlier. However, you can jump into the river. This way you can die with some dignity. I'll give you this chance." The saint said, the matter between life and death seemed to be homely in her mouth.
Looking at this saint who had a face like the sister next door but was extremely cruel, Lu Ming smiled and said, "This opportunity is left to you!"
When he was speaking, Lu Ming's figure had already shot out. His sword with both hands showed a completely different sword technique and instantly rushed towards the Saint...
The two figures fought again, and then suddenly separated like magnets of the same pole touched each other.
There was an extra wound on Lu Ming's body, and the bones could be seen deep on his left arm, while there was another opening on the saint's left rib. You could see that three golden threads connected between the two soft armors were broken.
The saint looked at the soft armor and frowned. A small drop of blood flowed out along the broken golden thread.
I was injured? Although it was only a cut the size of a nail, this kind of thing hadn't happened in ten years, right?
The saint looked at Lu Ming, a sharp ice cold as if it was as cold as an ice cone was added to the original cold.
Ah! The saint let out a sharp roar again, and the half-step swordsman's power instantly hit the extreme state, causing her outermost clothing to be impacted by the instant explosion of force into strips of cloth. She was like a crazy wolf with countless mops hanging, pounced towards Lu Ming almost madly.
Lu Ming waved his two swords again and trembled with the Saint again.
Slap sex...
The two of them were hovering, as fast as a tornado. In the middle, countless sword shadows and sparks erupted like erupting volcanoes, mixed with threads of blood.
The saint suddenly shouted loudly, and her body suddenly jumped into the air. The sword sword that followed the shadow pointed straight at Lu Ming, lingering around her. With a wave of the mother sword in her hand, each sword sword sensed the order and began to scream. Then ten sword energy shot out frantically.
With a bang!
Lu Ming was still knocked out with all his might. The huge difference in power made him roll on the ground. After a few strokes, he gritted his teeth and stood up, and two swords crossed again and rushed up. The Saint Maiden released another batch of sword energy.
Bang! Without any suspense, Lu Ming was knocked back again, and the cliffs and rivers were only less than one meter away from Lu Ming.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The saint laughed extremely arrogantly, threw a pill into her mouth, and said, "Lu Ming, you can't escape today. Even if I can't kill you, I will knock you down the cliff! Ahhaha..."
Amid the saint's sharp laughter, her figure jumped up in the air again, and she was condescending to completely wrap up the seriously injured Lu Ming. As expected, the sword energy shot in again.
Lu Ming had no choice but to hide, and the distance to death was only one meter away, or the next moment.
Roar! Lu Ming roared and suddenly burst out all his strength. All his strength instantly filled the sword marks, making him able to drive a very small number of sword marks to swell up sharply. Then a fierce force focused on the meridians.
Bang! A sword energy hit Lu Ming, and he had no intention of blocking it. The powerful force of the sword energy instantly opened a hole in front of his chest, and blood shot out along with the bursting sword energy.
Lu Ming's eyes were indifferent, he gritted his teeth, and took a step forward under the powerful pressure of the sword energy!
Huh? The saint was stunned. Although an extremely special force burst out from Lu Ming's body, he was not knocked away!
I don't believe it! The saint jumped into the air, shook his hand and another sword energy. With a bang, the sword energy bombarded again and knocked him away.
The saint smiled relaxedly on his face, but the next moment, she found that Lu Ming's body was flying backwards and actually jumped straight up. At the same time, a series of cracking sounds were made in his body, which was obviously a sound of meridians breaking.
But around Lu Ming, countless heaven and earth energy mixed with sword energy, wrapping him tightly, and then the broken sword in his hand slashed over!
Can he still fight? The saint's heart was shocked. The aura coming from Lu Ming was so terrifying. It was a completely life-deserving style, but did he just want to turn defeat into victory? (To be continued.)