"Go to die!" She immediately let out a roar and smashed the sword in her hand heavily.
The moment the two forces fought, an unprecedented explosion made a sound. The overflowing energy turbulent made Lu Ming's black hair completely float, and several wounds were cut from the broken sword energy on his face.
The saint's long hair stood upside down, like a brush that was holding upside down. Her originally damaged clothes were now like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind, flying away from her body one by one. Her eyes were surprised and panicked, because she knew that most of the energy turbulent flowed towards her, which showed that Lu Ming's power actually surpassed him at this moment.
The saint just noticed the gap in strength, and the hand holding the mother sword could no longer hold it. Then she instantly flew backwards and drew a stream of light in the night sky. Then her figure fell down due to the loss of strength.
Lu Ming's sword was also shaken off by the opponent's counter-shocking force. At this moment, most of his meridians were damaged. It was impossible for him to mobilize the sword energy again, and the power dissipated, falling from mid-air and smashing into the ground.
Bang bang...
The two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and each of them sprayed blood. With their firm will and little physical strength, Lu Ming rushed towards the Saint.
"Let me go! Let go..." The saint shouted, and at this moment she looked like a weak woman.
Lu Ming succeeded with one blow and had no powerful attack ability. In order to prevent the opponent from taking another move, he could only hold him like this. The two of them entangled each other in an instant and started to fight, like two swim snakes.
During the fight, the saint suddenly saw that there was no land at all. The two of them had rolled down to the edge of the cliff without consciousness and their bodies began to fall!
"Let me go!" The saint roared. The sudden burst of force struggled away Lu Ming's hug. He raised his foot and stepped hard on Lu Ming's body. The whole person suddenly floated up. When she was about to grab the edge of the cliff, Lu Ming gently stretched out his hand and grabbed her ankle.
Lu Ming pulled down hard, and the saint's figure fell down directly. He hugged the saint tightly again, locking his hands tightly behind the saint's back. The two of them seemed to be united, pressing tightly together and falling down.
During the falling process, Lu Ming stuck to the saint's ear like a lover and said, "If you want me to die, you will not die well!"
"Ah..." When the Saint Maiden let out a hysterical roar, the sound of water that smashed into the long river sounded, but she didn't understand why Lu Ming's tone gradually became relaxed.
Lu Ming knew that if this woman went back, her friends and family would probably be hurt by her, but now, this crisis has been solved.
Why is life sad? What is the fear of death? Accidents are always inevitable. Lu Ming has no way to pay attention to it. He acts with his own sword heart, as always.
A wave surging by, and two figures disappeared into the long river.
In the cracks between the two high mountains, the surging river water seemed to never know how tired it was. With a momentum of unreturning, it rushed towards the distant horizon.
After the river passed through an unknown canyon, the river surface gradually relaxed and the flow rate began to slow down. The large amount of foam carried from the upstream gradually melted. You can see fish stretching out of the water, enjoying this rare calm.
In the middle of the river, a black shadow slowly floated with the shaking of the water surface. Under the hazy moonlight, it was like the back of a giant fish, and a trace of red lines would occasionally float behind him. If the distance was closer, you would find that these were actually two people, just like a couple who had committed suicide. There was almost no gap between them. It was Lu Ming and Saint No. 2 who were rolling down the river upstream.
Lu Ming's eyes were closed, and his pale face was soaked by the cold river water, and his originally flowing black hair was tightly pressed behind his head, as if he had lost his vitality.
Yes, at this moment, Lu Ming had no breath at all. He had only a minute less than ten pulses that showed that he was still alive and he had fallen into the deepest coma.
Seriously injured! Falling from a high altitude! Ruthless river water! All these factors are enough to make humans nutrients for river water. However, when Lu Ming fell into the river water and was hit by the water flow, the Turtle Breath Technique that he had practiced activated itself, slowly releasing his power to ensure that the practitioners will not drown in the river water.
This is actually the product of Lu Ming's firm will and instinctive survival. Otherwise, even if he practices, he would just be empty talk after he was in a coma.
There is still a hardware in Lu Ming's body moving, it's a sword scar!!
Jianhen’s unique ability is circulating with all his strength, and it is constantly gathering true qi, filling the meridians, trying to moisten and nourish the broken meridians with true qi. In fact, a war between true qi and injuries is taking place in Lu Ming’s body.
However, Lu Ming's injuries were too serious. Several internal organs had cracks, and several drops of blood would seep out from time to time. At this time, the sword marks would release a wave, expelling these blood stasis and excrete them through Lu Ming's sweat pores, so occasionally you would see a trace of red lines floating behind the two of them.
However, when Lu Ming's last attack, his true energy was almost exhausted, and the remaining true energy was not enough to fill the loss of his body. Moreover, in the cold river water, his body also needed true energy to resist the cold so that his body temperature would not be too low.
Therefore, the true energy in Lu Ming's body is not enough...
Just when Lu Ming's true energy was no longer enough to maintain his own vitality, Jianhen immediately emitted an extremely unique and targeted force to stimulate the true energy stored in his body. At the same time, another force burst out, the Beiming Divine Art!
The Beiming Divine Art is like an ancient wild beast that was disturbed. It just woke up and seemed very dissatisfied with the situation around it. It immediately let out a desolate roar. One after another, the Beiming power burst out along the specific meridians. The target was the second-digit Saint Maiden that Lu Ming hugged it tightly!
Lu Ming's last blow caused very serious injuries to the Saint, and she also fell into a deep coma. Her cold and perfect face was blue-white, her two thin lips were tightly pursed together, and her beautiful eyebrows were tightly twisted. It can be seen that even in a coma, she was still in great pain.
When Bei Ming's power invaded her body, her eyebrows were tighter and her whole body trembled. Although she was already unconscious, the instinct tempered by her years of swordsmanship showed great resistance to Bei Ming's power. However, in front of the vast Bei Ming's power, this resistance was ineffective. The gathering of true energy made Bei Ming swallow more easily.
Once the Beiming Divine Art was activated, countless powers were like monsters full of tentacles. After invading the body of the saint, they continued to extend into the meridians, and finally found the dantian, and then they took root completely.
The saint's true energy is constantly transported into Lu Ming's meridians, and the sword scars are like a running processing plant, removing dust and impurities, and then being included in Lu Ming's dantian. This process is much faster than the several people Lu Ming once devoured.
If Lu Ming was sober and felt the saint's true energy, he would probably say: "Well, the true energy this time is cleaner."
Once the Beiming Sutra is activated, it will inevitably swallow everything.
At this moment, Lu Ming's body looked a little fatter than just now. Although the Saint was seriously injured, she had the sword realm of a half-step sword master, which was still too huge for Lu Ming, a master of the One-Strike Sword. However, with the sword hen's full force, it didn't take long to get Lu Ming's body to recover and his broken meridians would be repaired.
However, compared with Lu Ming's injury, the speed of this repair was still too slow. He was still seriously injured. In the deepest coma, he still hugged the Saint tightly, and with the tendency of death to the end, floating downstream with the flow of the river.
Almost three hundred miles away from Fenghua City, the second-ranked Saint Liu Yanlong, the subordinate of the No. 2 Saint Liu was squatting on the ground with a blue face. In front of him was Hongye's body, which was a good thing. In Liu Yanlong's heart, the Saint's marriage to him was the biggest dream in his life, and this Hongye was the fiancé that the Saint had made when he was young.
Although the saint is getting stronger and stronger now, Hongye seems to be less worthy of her, but Hongye actually joined the killer sect for the sake of the saint, thereby obtaining a large amount of resources, and the sword realm has also risen sharply.
But what made Liu Yanlong's face turned pale was the fatal wound on Hongye's body. There was only one place under the ribs. Looking at the angle, it was obvious that the center was stabbed by someone with a sword and directly took his life. The one who fired this sword was obviously Lu Ming who was secretly hunting for him.
One sword, one striker, killed the peak sword master?
If Liu Yanlong looked in the mirror, he would find that his face was full of ghosts. He then relaxed and smiled gloatingly, and said to himself: "No matter what, Hongye dies, it's a good thing. But what about... what about the saint?"
The saint had a habit of killing people, which was that after each time they finished killing people, they would go back to the hot spring built for her to take a bath. However, after four hours of this time, there was no news, so she brought people to see the situation.
Logically speaking, the Saint is about to enter the realm of a swordsman, and it is absolutely impossible to miss it. And this time with Hongye as the foundation, she should be more relaxed in winning.
"Sir, we have searched for ten miles in a radius, but we have not found any trace of the Saint. Lu Ming was gone. We did not see a single figure within ten miles."
Hearing the report from his subordinates, Liu Yanlong stood up, his eyes turned around, and seeing that the 300 people he brought had rushed back from all directions, everyone's faces were full of hopelessness, and a very unknown premonition immediately appeared in his heart. (To be continued.)