Three hundred and ninetieth chapters take it for granted
I remember a few years ago, a group of saints were selected, with hundreds of people. They were summoned by the sword priest, but those so-called geniuses were only halfway through, and they were like they were filled with lead, and they took a few more steps.
, a few of them had already fallen, and only more than 30 people actually reached the sword tower. They had their own apprentice Ju Qianlan.
Although she was suppressed by her momentum and was exhausted and sweating all over, she really persevered. The Kūkai Sword Saint thought proudly. Then he frowned again, but he really didn't realize that there was something like Lu Ming, a kid who said lightly.
Walked in.
But the Kūkai Sword Saint didn't know that Lu Ming not only walked easily, but also looked around with the unique insight of sword scars. He wanted to sort out the sword rules of the two worlds and integrate them into one place. This time he could
When you get here, you are the best opportunity to peek at the rules of kendo. In the entire Zhenyuan Empire, there is absolutely no place that is more suitable than here!
However, Lu Ming was very careful and the power of the sword scar was controlled very small, and it was within a range where he could control it. Although the effect was a little worse, it was better to be safe and concealed.
If there is no potential threat, Lu Ming can even use the sword intent here to practice, and it won't take long before others will see a brand new him. But this kind of thing is impossible to happen, and these old guys know it.
If he had sword marks, he wouldn't take them back immediately for various experiments? It's possible to dismember him.
Meilian has worked very hard to walk, but her face is still firm. Even if it is a sea of swords and fire, as long as she can be with her man, she will never walk a step slowly.
When the three of them walked to the gate of the sword tower, the gate opened without wind, and what appeared in front of Lu Ming was a long corridor. Even with Lu Ming's eyesight and perception, there was no boundary. This was the same as before the Kowloon Sea Sword Saint.
The empty scenes that came were completely different, but they were in the same place.
The Kook-hai Sword Saint glanced at it, but found nothing unusual. After he took on his mission at the door "koujiao", he whispered to Lu Ming: "Sir, you are already waiting. You can go in."
Lu Ming strode up and stepped into the sword tower. Meilian followed along at the same time. The door slowly closed, silently and breathlessly, as if the whole world was not making any sound.
Quiet! Extremely quiet. Without insects and birds, there is not even a trace of the subtle sound of the wind. It is so quiet that it makes people depressed and suffocate.
Meilian felt that her breath suddenly became much heavier, and her heartbeat suddenly sounded, like a war drum that was beating on the battlefield. After a moment, there were like thousands of horses galloping.
Silently, a flying sword slashed over, without any sword energy on it, but it was flashing with a cold light, and the cold had even penetrated into the heart.
Meilian was shocked and instinctively wanted to dodge, but all the spaces around her body, at any subtle angle, had chosen the sword that was spinning and slashing. The sword light and sword shadow intertwined
, it makes people feel like they are in a huge meat grinder, and there is nowhere to hide.
Meilian looked at the sword, felt all the swords, and was stunned. Not only did these swords fly, but each sword was demonstrating a sword technique, one move at a time, one move at a time. It became more and more exquisite.
When I couldn't move, I wanted to look deeper, just like there was the most attractive kaleidoscope there.
Ta. Meilian took a step forward with her eyes straight, but was shocked and obsessed with it.
Lu Ming gently patted Meilian's shoulder, and she shivered all over. She suddenly woke up, everything in front of her was still working. She also realized her loss just now, and hurriedly guarded the spiritual platform to keep her heart empty.
, However, things went against her wishes. The more she wanted to resist, the more she was deeply attracted, and she could not abandon this thought in her heart.
This is the person who loves swords.
Just like a person who loves cigarettes, he wants to quit smoking, but the more he thinks about it, the more he feels uncomfortable.
Lu Ming smiled indifferently, grabbed Meilian's hand, and walked in with her. This formation similar to the illusion sword could not defeat him.
After walking three steps away, Meilian found that all the scenes in front of her suddenly broke, like a broken mirror, revealing the real building. It was just less than ten meters away, an old man was standing there, and
Before this, she found that she didn't feel it at all.
The old man is very tall and burly. He looks absolutely majestic. He is wearing a black and white dress, his hair and beard are all white, his long sword eyebrows are already combed together with his hair, and a long beard is scattered very elegantly on his chest.
In front of him, there was a fairy-like trait.
The old man's face was filled with a faint smile, and his kindness was swaying with a contradictory majesty. His hands trembled, but he made a dragon roar, just like he was holding a sword, or he was a sword.
"What is a sword?" The old man asked with a very cool feeling of light.
The Sword Saint of the Sky?
At this moment, Meilian finally recognized who the old man was. He was one of the strongest sword saints in the sword hall of the Zhenyuan Empire, and was also the pillar of the sword hall.
In the sword hall, all the strong people who have reached the level of Sword Master are all determined to pursue their own extremes. If you want to break through to the Sword Immortal, then the things in Pingyueli are all presided over by these Sword Masters.
Yes, the one who issued the order must be the Sword Priest, but these Sword Saints are the spokespersons of the Sword Priest.
Seeing his appearance, Mei Lianxin thought for a while: "What are the Sword Saint of Zhikong? What is the sword? This doesn't seem to be punishing Lu Ming?"
The old man's cool behavior did not disturb Lu Ming. He was too lazy to say anything. The sword on his waist was directly unsheathed and slashed out with one sword.
With a whoosh, the sword drew a mysterious arc. When the sword was collected, there was still a sword shadow in the air.
At this time, Lu Ming said calmly: "This is the sword."
Hey? The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Lu Ming very seriously. This young man was too young, but his sword contained the true insights of kendo, and he truly understood it.
The sword, otherwise it would be impossible to slash such a wonderful sword.
If he slashed this sword at other swordsmen of the same realm, it would be an unsolvable sword. Although all kinds of situations may happen during the battle, this sword will not kill anyone immediately, but his sword sword
In this way, the other party will be defeated.
From the old man's understanding of swords, he naturally had a far-reaching view, but he suppressed his own power, the swordsman, and no matter how he calculated, he could not break this sword. If he wanted to defeat, he could only increase his strength.
The old man's surprise flashed in a flash, so he threw down his sleeves very freely and said, "You can pass."
With a bang, the speed of a mirage dissipating, the scene inside the tower changed again, and the old man was gone without a trace, and this time, he was truly down-to-earth.
Lu Ming led Meilian to continue walking forward and arrived at Jiantang. There was a small table, two chairs, a pot of hot tea, and two tea cups.
A typical way of hospitality. Lu Ming raised his eyebrows gently, and this arrangement also confirmed his previous thoughts.
"Sit." A hoarse and majestic voice came. In his opinion, those who could pass the first two small tests were definitely worthy of their hospitality. This has deviated from the scope of hierarchy, but rather the swordsman and
The swordsman got to know each other. What's more, any good swordsman will treat him with courtesy, and he is his own person.
Lu Ming and the other two sat down. Mei Lian was very nervous. She had been here once, but she felt and faced endless majesty. How could this happen today? It was sitting again, and it was tea again? And the tea smelled, so
People are refreshed and have a clear mind. Even if they don’t know what kind of tea it is, they can guess it is a peerless tea.
Lu Ming was not polite, calmly picked up the teapot, poured two cups, and started drinking.
At this time, a low voice sounded, and he said, "I know your name is Lu Ming, but you are not from the Jiantang, how could you come to the Jiantang? And you even entered the forbidden area?"
Lu Ming put down the teacup and said with a very formal expression: "I came here to marry the saint."
"Marry a Saint?" The sharp voice immediately became a little high-profile, and then it became silent. The three of them were communicating with silent fluctuations. It turned out that they had not learned about this. After all, there were rules in the sword hall, and the people below followed the rules.
There have been such things in doing things before, and there is no need to report them to the sword priest.
But... the three of them looked at each other and it was not easy to marry a saint. I believe that there are cases in all countries in the mainland. Some people have to give up, while others have not been able to succeed for decades.
In the end, I got used to the life rules of the sword hall and the environment of the sword, so I stayed in the sword hall.
This is definitely a matter of losing both the wife and the army. This young man actually has such courage?
The priest of the sword, who had a hoarse voice, said: "He can pass the two small passes I set up, and it is not surprising that he has this courage."
The other two agreed deeply, and their sharp voice was a little curious, and they said, "So, which Saint you want to marry?"
"Saint No. 2." Lu Ming replied.
"Saint No. 2?" The sharp voice was a little lost. No. 2 Saint No. 2, no need to ask about its strength, just look at the rankings until her strength was recognized by the Sword Hall, and this Saint has always been the case.
Always very outstanding. If I remember correctly, she was personally tutored by Zhenyu Sword Saint, and she is very likely to be qualified to compete for the saint of the main hall in the future. But is she going to get married now? For Jiantang
It is definitely a very big loss!
The three sword priests felt a little painful. After all, the saints of their own sword hall can compete for the main hall, which is their own achievements and even more of a face! Why do you want someone to marry them?