This is Lu Ming's maximum limit. If he sticks too much, the effect will not be so accurate, and it will be useless. So Lu Ming only sticks a few swords at a time and then gives others a fatal blow...
Zhuo Ligetu shouted and was still dancing his sword desperately. Suddenly, he felt his eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that he had already rushed out of the encirclement.
"Continue to rush!" Lu Ming carried his two swords and rushed down wildly, and everyone behind him followed one by one.
However, Lu Ming knew that once these people saw the sacred man at the foot of the mountain, they would immediately gather up. Once the number of people was too high, they would not know which one died, and no one would think it was him.
At this time, Li Yi followed up. When he walked out of the battlefield where the fierce battle had just begun, he looked back and felt that it was like a disaster of destruction.
More than forty people died behind them. They were either lying or lying, and some were photographed flying on trees. The ways of dying were different, but one thing was the same, that is, they were killed with one sword.
All people were killed with one sword, without any unnecessary injuries, and no matter where the injuries were, they were real vital parts.
After carefully looking at almost every corpse, Li Yi frowned tightly. Killing people so accurately will greatly improve combat efficiency and save more time.
The battle time is a critical moment of life and death. How can they practice such accurate combat efficiency?
This requires a lot of practice, but there is one possibility that the last name is higher, that is, they often...kill people!
Li Yi couldn't help but recall the performance of Lu Ming and others in the battle just now, and couldn't help but sigh: "Calm, cold, iron-blooded!"
The aura on their bodies was really crawling out of the dead, and even...it even made them feel scared, so that they did not participate in the battle of hundreds of people just now.
This is the real reason. Li Yi knows how to observe timing and understand himself, so he has always been a genius, but he would rather not have seen Lu Ming and others now.
"Kill!" Lu Ming roared again, and then the other four people, even the little girl, made a cold shout. The voice that should have been soft and weak revealed a full sense of murder!
At this moment, this situation had completely trembled Li Yi's heart. He quickly turned around and looked over, and another tragic battle began.
For the first time in his life, Li Yi was not confident in facing a swordsman who was lower than himself, but their swordsmanship was so exquisite and the formation was so attractive...
Li Yi couldn't help but tremble, and a powerful sensation completely occupied his mind. His body flew up again and rushed towards Lu Ming's back. His sword was held behind him, and then his feet suddenly drifted from the ground. When his body twisted, he suddenly shook his hands with all his might. The steel sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and shot out. At the same time, he picked up a sword and followed closely behind the flying steel sword.
This sword contains part of his power, which is not comparable to the sword energy. By throwing out the sword sword, he can see that Li Yishi is determined to win.
Lu Ming was fighting with all his might. A steel sword suddenly appeared in his perception, and pointed directly at the vital point of his vest, completely locking himself. And after this sword, he followed the person who had shaken Zhuoligetu with the previous sword.
Lu Ming had already felt that this person was at the realm of a swordsman. He was very genius and cautious. After he saw that he caught the sword of the peak swordsman, he saw the cooperation of his people, so he did not take action rashly, but chose to observe.
Only those who are good at observing are real dangers, and Lu Ming also knows better that among these people, only this one is his real opponent.
Lu Ming suddenly turned around, stabbed the sword in his hand obliquely, and the sword edges of the two swords hit one another at this moment. The sudden sword scared everyone in Leng Jian. They just heard the sound of breaking through the air, and they didn't expect the sword to come.
Li Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his sword tightly. When Lu Ming contacted his sword, his face turned red, and he was obviously damaging by his powerful force!
Li Yi was not excited and always maintained the calmness he should have when fighting. He saw Lu Ming's sword dancing again, swing his sword around his body for several times, and nailed it into a throat not far away.
The steel sword in Li Yi's hand had already stabbed Lu Ming straight, and the distance was only three meters away. This was only a moment for the swordsman. However, he still did not relax.
At this moment, Leng Jian and others suddenly rose up, and four swords formed a forest of swords and blocked Li Yi's sword.
This is their maximum reaction speed. If they want to cooperate with the sword formation, they can't do it at all. But do they want to stop me, Li Yi?
Li Yi raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth and pushed the sword that had been stopped by everyone.
Puff... The four of them immediately turned their backs, their feet kept retreating, and their mouths kept spewing blood.
It was exactly the same as expected. Li Yi didn't even look at the four people who were shocked. He drove straight into the sword in his hand, and his target was Lu Ming.
The sky suddenly twisted, and Li Yi was shocked. He felt the master's breath, put one hand on his shoulder, and pulled him back.
At this time, Li Yi saw a sword tip flashing with cold light passing by in front of him, but the distance was obviously not enough, so he did not hit him. A sword energy shot out from the sword tip, but the speed was obviously not fast enough to catch up with him at all. But when did he stab the sword? What would be the consequences if the master did not pull him?
Li Yi felt calm and felt as if he was dead. He was surprised in his heart and no longer felt surprised when he had anything to do. Then he saw Lu Ming looking at him with a sword, without a trace of expression in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person or a stranger.
At the same time, the Destruction Sword Saint blocked everyone. At this time, everyone realized that they had rushed down the Holy Sword Mountain and were standing before entering the mountain to look at the location of the entire mountain.
Lu Ming felt his eyes lit up, and the stone pressing on his heart was also broken. The feeling of escaping from heaven seemed to have returned to the real world!
Lu Ming breathed vigorously. This was the first time he had fought to such a tragic state. His true energy was almost exhausted, leaving only a few drops of spare sword energy as reserves to deal with the accident. His body was covered with blood and minced flesh, and a thick layer of blood scab was formed on his originally white face, which looked like he had just crawled out of the blood pool in hell. It was a feeling of seeing the sky again.
"We..." Zhuo Ligetu dragged the heavy sword with one hand and gestured back and forth between himself and everyone with the other hand, his face full of disbelief, and he asked, "Is this coming?"
"What else do you want?"
Leng Jian also showed a smile on his cold face, but it was the firm smile after the rest of his life. After he smiled, he raised his eyelids and looked up from his feet. It was a road paved with blood, with his own, brothers, and more of the opponents. This was simply an impossible road, but the brothers and all the brothers worked together and fought side by side, but they fought hard. It was awesome! It was so cool!
However, this time I almost died inside. Zhong Nantian even acted like a rogue in his swordsman challenging the rules. What a bullshit Holy Sword Sect, I think even the street rascals know more about the rules than him.
When Leng Jian saw the mountain with his eyes, he looked fiercely at Zhong Nantian standing on the top of the mountain.
Nangong Huajian was covered in blood, looking at the mountain quietly, with a faint smile on his vicissitudes of life, celebrating his brothers and others' bloodshed, and even more despising Zhong Nantian. He knew that his brothers and others fought side by side, which was a slap in the Holy Sword Sect.
Although Lu Ming felt a sense of relief all over his body, he did not relax at all. Although the Holy Sword Sect did not pursue him anymore, he was still on guard. He looked around and found that the true energy in the Destruction Sword Saint's body was churning, and there were several extremely stagnant flowing, obviously suffering heavy injuries. His master, the old sword master, had several huge wounds with flesh on his body, and he was constantly bleeding. Some bones could also be seen with traces of the sword left by the sharp sword. Obviously, the injury had reached a critical point.
Moreover, except for Qing'er who suffered some internal injuries, the other three were all external and internal injuries, and their true energy had been exhausted. If there was another round of battle, they would definitely not be able to persevere.
However, as soon as they came out of the mountain, the pursuit stopped. Zhong Nantian only rescued his apprentice, but ignored the others. Those people were just pretending to be powerful.
It seems that Zhong Nantian can only rely on the sect sword formation and the general trend to compete with the Destruction Sword Saint, otherwise he would definitely chase after so many deaths. (To be continued.)