Zhang Yancang gently put down Yang Weide, took a few steps back, and a look of separation appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, Yang Weide was shocked, as if he suddenly understood something, and hissed: "Master, Master, don't leave me..."
"You are defeated!" Zhang Yancang said majesticly: "You are a swordsman, and you should lose like a swordsman."
"Master, but I can't afford to lose! If I lose, I will die!" Yang Weide struggled, trying to stand up hard and ran toward the master, but he couldn't stand up at all. He tore open the wound on his chest, worsening the injury, and blood began to spew out of his mouth, but his survival prompted him to struggle constantly.
Xiao Fan and others looked shocked and retreated one after another. They seemed to understand that if Yang Weide defeated, his master would do his best and would protect Yang Weide and prevent the other two old men who were afraid of him from taking action. However, now that Yang Weide is defeated and destroyed, his value will not be able to make Zhang Yancang take risks again.
This is the world of swordsmen. It sounds very complicated, but more often, it is simple and direct.
Zhang Yancang took a last look at Yang Weide, with deep disappointment in his eyes, then turned around and walked towards his horse.
"If I don't kill you, you can leave." Lu Ming said calmly, then turned around and walked back to the bonfire.
Yang Weide was shocked again. He looked at Lu Ming, who was sitting back by the bonfire with a very inexplicable look, and couldn't help but think of what he meant? Do you really want to let me go? Or do you have to wait halfway before killing me?
But Yang Weide looked left and right and found that Lu Ming seemed to have never seen him before, and he didn't even look at him again. He didn't know where a force burst out, and he stood up staggered, turned around and ran backwards.
Zhuolige stood up and said, "My brother, you can't just let it go like this. Such a person will definitely be a disaster in the future. It's better to kill the weeds now and there will be less trouble in the future."
"That's right, this person must have remembered your sword just now. If you go back and study, you may see through your sword technique one day and you must not let him go back alive." Leng Jian narrowed his eyes, and the coldness on his handsome face made people feel frightened.
Nangong Huajian put down the wooden sword in his hand and said, "When this person goes back, he will definitely send a letter to Xue Mei, and maybe he will join forces with more people to wait for our arrival. It is not good to let him go back."
"It's okay." Lu Ming put the blood-stained wooden sword on the fire and baked it, saying, "I want to completely knock that woman down to the clouds at once, and don't give her a chance to turn over. The more people know that I will challenge, the better."
Zhang Yancang couldn't help but shook his whole body. He slowly turned his head, looked at Lu Ming carefully, and murmured in his heart: "It turns out that he is raising the power. On the way to the Holy Sword Mountain, someone will inevitably come to intercept him for Xue Mei, but his exquisite swordsman, a genius swordsman like his disciple, cannot defeat him at all. Every time he wins, his momentum will increase by one point. When he wants to reach the peak, he will fully develop the general trend, and then..."
By then, the younger generation of swordsmen will no longer be his obstacle and will be invincible!
Zhang Yancang couldn't help but take a deep breath. He turned his gaze and put it on the Destruction Sword Saint and the Old Sword Master. They were still eating meat and drinking. Although they were a little amazed at Yang Weide's previous sword skills, their breath was always extremely calm.
There were also a few young people who persuaded Lu Ming not to let his apprentice go back, but these people still looked relaxed and showed their trust in Lu Ming, and they were very firm in their belief.
Who are these people? How can they get together?
Zhang Yancang thought about the problem, reached out to support his apprentice and instilled a stream of true energy into it.
"Master..." Yang Weide was shocked, his eyes flashed with pitiful little stars, looking at Zhang Yancang.
"Don't talk, I'll send you to your master right away."
Zhang Yancang picked up Yang Weide with one foot, stomped the ground, and suddenly he soared into the air and flew out quickly. When he had passed a hundred meters away, he stepped lightly and floated up again. Within a few flashes, there was no trace.
Xiao Fan and his friends took their eyes back with some reluctance. After all, no matter what, following Yang Weide, they were really glorious for a while...
They immediately noticed that the people around the campfire were all masters. They found that they had no support, so they quickly climbed onto the horse and ran around wildly, but when they felt at ease and turned around, they were still doing their own things and didn't even feel like they were looking at themselves.
This is the gap! Several people suddenly felt weak all over, but they had to continue running towards the darkness.
"How do you feel now?" Lu Ming slightly modified the wooden sword and asked Nangong Huajian with a smile.
Nangong Huajian knew that Lu Ming was going to start teaching his left-hand sword, but before that, he had to think carefully about what he lacked.
When practicing swords, whether it is the left hand or right hand, the first thing is to do is to be used to it. Since the age of five, I have practiced the right hand sword for nearly twenty years. It can be said that the attack and defense ends, body coordination, and ultimate killing methods of all the sword techniques I have practiced have been deeply imprinted on my right hand, and even my mind has become accustomed to this kind of thinking and strategy.
Now that you switch to your left hand, everything starts again. That is, you can now say that your sword realm is relatively powerful, but in less than ten or eight years, you can't reach the same proficiency as your right hand.
However, what Nangong Huajian knows more clearly is that even if his left hand can reach the level of his right hand through years of practice, then where is his position at that time?
It is obvious that by then, others have already been at another level, and I have only returned to the past, and the gap between the period is self-evident.
This is what made Nangong Huajian really discouraged. He could not find a better way to master the left-hand sword to quickly improve his sword skills.
And Lu Ming could do it. The year he lost his memory, he forgot all the sword techniques, even the true qi and sword energy, but his year was a year of rapid progress.
Thinking of this, Nangong Huajian's eyes shone brightly, and a brand new road seemed to be near before his eyes.
At the end of the small hill where Lu Ming is located is a high mountain that rises from the ground. The snow on the upper half of the mountain is thicker and whiter, while the lower half of the mountain is still full of birds singing and flowers, green and green. No matter when, Shengjian Mountain is so beautiful. Although the straight line is only more than a thousand kilometers away from Fenghua City, one is distinct in four seasons and the other remains unchanged all year round, as if it is two worlds.
On the huge smooth platform at the foot of the mountain, thousands of disciples practiced swords together. The sword tip was swinging, and even each person only changed his steps, and the momentum generated lingered on the entire mountain. It was really magnificent and earth-shaking.
At this time, at the foot of the mountain, two bodies soared up and moved, and they had already arrived at the middle of the mountain. They were almost completely flying on the treetops, and their bodies floated a few times before they reached the top of the stone platform.
There was a beautiful and white figure there, sitting upright on the wide stone seat, her cheeks were as smooth as eggs that had just been peeled, and there was almost no flaw on her pretty face. The layer of mist that seemed to be there was nothing, making it impossible to see her face in detail. A cold that always existed makes people unable to get too close to her, which is Xue Mei.
Xue Mei glanced at the two junior brothers who were rushing up the mountain, opened her cherry lips and said, "Look at you two in such a hurry, is it that something big happened at the foot of the mountain?"
"Sister Sister, something really happened." The junior brother in black said, "We both just received a news that Lu Ming from Tiandu City was coming to challenge the senior sister. Now he was on the way, and he defeated Yu Xiaopeng and Yang Weide one after another. Now it is only a five-day trip away from Holy Sword Mountain."
"And they all defeated them with one sword." Another junior brother wearing earthy clothes added.
"Oh? He defeated those two in one sword?"
The sound of Xue Mei and Qingmei was faintly heard, and when she heard it, it made people feel as if she was in a fog, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
The two of them hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, senior sister, as soon as we received the carrier pigeon, we rushed back immediately."
Xue Mei was still sitting upright, with a faint sneer on her lips, which made the younger brother in black feel a little uneasy, because at this time, the senior sister should order her to go and kill the news, but she looked so careless, as if she hadn't heard her words at all.
Xue Mei glanced at the man, with a hint of helpless expression on her face, like a swan above her, looking at the ant on the ground, and knew that the ant was destined to be unable to understand the connotation in the swan's heart.
Yes! Now I am in the realm of a half-step sword master. Of course, they are the great sword masters who are struggling with seven or eight strikers. Of course, they cannot understand my height. Now I have won the first place in the Imperial Trial Competition and entered the Sword Master's Tomb for a whole month. Looking at the young generation in the world, how many people can compare with me? What can I do if I am the Saint of the Sword Hall?
Lu Ming is just a prodigal son who has just woken up. No matter how hard he works, he cannot escape the identity of an ant.
However, it is said that he has been missing for a year and is said to have been knocked off the cliff by someone. Hahaha, I didn’t expect that he would come back alive. However, ants are ants. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot shake a giant mountain. (To be continued.)