The old sword saint felt a silence in his chest and had no way to vent his anger. When he waved his sword fiercely, he had already used a sword against the wind. When his feet were intertwined, he rushed out. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to be wearing a light shield in front of him, and the speed was dazzling.
Everyone had only a few remaining images and a few sword shadows in their eyes, and they couldn't tell which one was the real sword.
When the old sword saint's attack arrived, Lu Ming shouted in his heart: "Huamei Sword Technique!"
The old man suddenly felt that the sky was dark, like a mountain pressing over in the air. A majestic aura was simply unignorable. But this aura was too sudden, very different from Lu Ming's previous sword technique. Why did his sword turn so quickly?
The old man's heart had just come to his mind, and a dangerous feeling immediately enveloped his heart. His offensive stopped immediately and his sword was placed in his chest.
when!
The old man saw Lu Ming's body flipped in the air, and then a powerful force came from the sword, almost opening his sword. The old man was secretly frightened. If his sword was lifted open, his chest would be wide open, but Lu Ming had more than one sword, and the old man quickly stood up.
Lu Ming's body flew up and down, and the sword shadows and human figures were intertwined. Many times, the angles of people appearing like distorted, and they should not appear on people at all, but like a flexible swimming fish.
The onlookers were shocked by Mu Dai-kun watching his sword shadow blooming everywhere, while the old sword saint was always striking. In fact, since the beginning, after the old sword saint launched an attack, he had been striking, and was beaten by Lu Ming's almost crazy sword technique without any room for counterattack.
The same realm was actually suppressed.
Everyone looked at Lu Ming like a monster, unable to imagine how he changed the majestic and tricky sword technique directly like a magical trick, which was unimaginable.
Everyone present looked very ugly. If they were fighting against Lu Ming, they would probably be cut into pieces in the first move.
However, the old Sword Saint is worthy of being a powerful Sword Saint. Even if he is suppressed, even if there is no room for counterattack, he will defend himself without any leakage. Lu Ming's madness did not take advantage of the old man. It was just suppression. But if this continues, he will definitely exhaust his sword energy early. He will not have to fight at that time, and he will be defeated.
That's what the Saint of Kūkai thought, so he endured the frustration he had since started the war. He couldn't bear it. However, according to Lu Ming's fighting style, he didn't need to attack at all, just defend with all his strength.
"When he looks good," the old swordsman thought hatred.
Ten minutes passed, and only when everyone had forgotten to blink and felt that time had passed, but all kinds of sword techniques still appeared in Lu Ming's hands from time to time, and the attack level was only more and more fierce. There was no tendency to exhaust.
How could this happen? Everyone was shocked, and Lu Ming transformed into a Fierce Wind Sword again in Tai Chi Sword. The old sword saint hurriedly resisted it, and there was no way out for a moment.
Isn't this thanks to your disciple? Lu Ming sneered in his heart. He could not use sword marks to fill his sword energy in front of this mature sword saint. However, the power stored in the Burial Sword Cliff was used in use at this time, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with. Moreover, this sword saint's sword technique is very difficult. Even if he controls his power to the sword saint, it still looks like a rock.
Lu Ming's mind was changing rapidly, constantly changing his sword power, and various sword techniques emerged one after another. He tried hard to find opportunities, and his sword transformed into Tai Chi.
Sure enough, the old sword saint was delighted. Although Lu Ming's sword skills emerged one after another, the sword's speed was so fast that it almost made people collapse. This was to find his own flaws, but why didn't he?
The sword force of the Tai Chi Sword was relatively slow. The old sword saint seized this opportunity and retreated suddenly. Then the sword tip shook, and he rushed towards Lu Ming with a sword flower.
Lu Ming had no expression on his face, but he was waiting for this moment: "The Three Immortal Swords of Deathly Swords!"
The old sword saint suddenly discovered that Lu Ming was rushing towards him, and his extremely quick sword hit his sword like a sledgehammer.
With a sound, the old sword saint's hand sword sank down. He secretly cried, but Lu Ming had already swept through the air. The old sword saint instinctively sensed the crisis, and a force burst out with his right foot, helping his body to rush forward quickly.
Now that things have come to this point, I still want to run away? Lu Ming volutes all the sword essence, trembles his sword body, and shouts in his heart: "Sure!"
The old sword saint suddenly felt that he could not express his feelings all over his body, as if he had fallen into the quicksand, hissing...
A terrible wind blew, and the old sword saint's heart trembled. He had already smelled a strong breath of death.
Boom! The old sword saint suddenly opened his hair and hair. When he felt the threat of death, his body instinctively increased his strength and directly reached the Sword King. Then he instinctively used his life-saving skill: "Breaking Cloud Slash!"
With a whimper, a huge momentum came out. Even if the onlookers retreated more than ten meters away, they still stood unsteadily. The impact force caused the dust on the ground to explode. Several swordsmen mixed in and flew out, and they only had time to let out a scream.
The faces of the onlookers changed. Unexpectedly, the old man ignored the reputation of the swordsman and promoted the sword realm during the battle. If this spread, he would be too embarrassed.
"Hmph! The Sword Saint is just like this!" Several people began to despise the Sword Saint of Kooka, but forgot where his sword tip pointed.
The momentum of the Poyun Sword was magnificent. Once it was released, the air around it was twisted and the earth began to shake.
The power of the Sword King made Lu Ming no longer have the heart to explore such power. His counterattacking sword immediately transformed the sword force, and he shouted in his heart: "Breaking Sword Style!"
With a bang, the Breaking Cloud Sword hit the same place as a huge meteor falling down.
The power of the Sword King was not something Lu Ming could bear. He had only had time to open his mouth and spew out a little blood, and his body suddenly flew backwards. Wow! Lu Ming pulled out a bloodline in the air, making the air immediately filled with solemnity.
"Ah!" The old sword saint woke up immediately, and immediately scared him. He didn't want to use his unique skills. How could a little sword saint force himself to use his unique skills?
But at that moment of crisis, the breath of death made him feel scared, but years of training made his will use his sword skills on his own, but in this way, his reputation was ruined!
The old sword saint was extremely regretful. He felt that the world had been spinning, but his will was still awake, and he did not slash out the sword energy at the same time as a sword. However, it was the power of the Sword King after all!
The old sword saint now only wants to have a little room for recovery. He hopes that someone can tell him that it was just an illusion just now!
The old sword saint looked over the blood that fell from the sky at the moment of decadence, and his heart was praying secretly that although there was nothing dead, his reputation was important! Huh?
The old sword saint was surprised, and his declining eyes immediately dissipated, and then he opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a miracle.
Lu Ming stood up, but the opponent's strength was too strong. Even if he eliminated 40% of the opponent's strength with the sword-breaking style, he still couldn't accept the rest. However, Lu Ming knew one thing that if he was a senior swordsman, he would definitely have the confidence to take over this sword, and the sword-breaking style could directly damage the opponent!
Catch it? The onlookers woke up. They looked at Lu Ming carefully and found that although he was injured, he coughed lightly from time to time, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, it didn't seem to be a big deal. That was the power of the Sword King!
Several onlookers grabbed their hair hard and tore it, just wanting to wake up a little more, but no matter what, the scene in front of them is the same, which means they have no hallucinations.
However, Jianhao took the sword king's sword so easily. Everyone still couldn't believe it, and they were vaguely guessing whether Lu Ming had concealed his strength. Slap! A swordsman slapped himself hard. Lu Ming was in the swordsman's realm at the age of twenty. What else do you want?
Whoosh swish swish swish...
A dozen shadows suddenly appeared in the sky. They stood in front of Lu Ming like a huge rock that fell from the sky. Zhenyu Sword Saint and Sima Zhen directly drew their swords, and the other old men also drew their swords one after another.
In an instant, more than a dozen swords pointed at the Kūkai Sword Saint, and they were all powerful sword kings. The sudden appearance of the scene made the onlookers dizzy. I really don’t understand. These are masters to protect Lu Ming?
"Ahem..." The Kūkai Sword Saint had already withdrawn his sword. He clenched his right hand into a fist, hid it beside his mouth and coughed a few times, his face turned pale, and said awkwardly: "I... didn't really do it on purpose."
"It wasn't intentional?" Zhenyu's sword saint stared at him with a judgment and snorted: "With your strength to suppress the sword saint, you are bullying people, and you still use the sword king? I think you are..."
Lu Ming came over, waved his hand to everyone, and said, "It doesn't matter. It's not easy to have this opportunity today. I have learned a lot through the battle just now. This is a good thing. Moreover, the instinctive will reaction of the Kūrū Swordsman has really opened my eyes."
The Kūkai Sword Saint was even more embarrassed. He kept giving out a smile that seemed kind to him to the dozen old men, but on his awkward face, he felt awkward no matter how he looked.
Ju Qianlan, who was standing at the window, was dumbfounded and completely stupid.
Standing on the street, Meilian was already crying like a spring. When she saw Lu Ming being knocked away, her heart was about to break. However, she still carefully helped Lu Ming wipe the blood stains on the corner of her mouth, and then grabbed his wrist and carefully investigated it. Her high quality made everyone present amazed intently. However, everyone knew that the Saint was a real strong woman. Her ability to shed tears in the street was enough to see her relationship with Lu Ming.
Lu Ming gently wiped Meilian's tears. The tenderness made everyone know that this was the taste of love. He smiled at his lover, then turned to look at the Kūkai Sword Saint and said, "Since you are the master of that woman, please tell her, don't mess with me again, otherwise I will really kill her."