After a few people nodded secretly, they began to think again, summarizing the cooperation of the sword formation and the areas that need to be improved during the battle, and then went to the sword master for advice.
In this way, Lu Ming led the children to the swamp and land, killing a large number of sword demons on the way, obtaining many sword demon beads, and killing two adventurers teams who want to seize the sword demon beads.
The three-day journey has allowed children to fully experience the difficulty of survival and the unpredictability of people's hearts. Their aura has also changed from the initial creamy smell to maturity. The pair of indifferent eyes have shined with a light of insight into the situation.
Lu Ming secretly praised these children as being from the sword family. Their understanding of swords is a big step beyond that of outsiders. With their efforts, although absolute genius does not exist, they are already talents.
"Sword Master, there is a team of sword demons in front of him, about thirty, but their strength is above and below the great sword master. I can feel that a certain breath here has become much stronger. It seems to be a bit difficult to chew it down." Although Liu Yun had a large piece of gauze wrapped around his arm and bloodshots were still seeping out from time to time, he was still full of confidence when he spoke.
"Go up and take a look." Lu Ming grabbed the sword and walked first, his walking posture was even a bit swaying, but the sword students all knew that the aura of the sword master was as calm as a pool of clear water, without any fluctuations. If he hadn't known that the sword master was there, he would not have noticed it at all, which was almost a conflict that caused the perception and the eyes to conflict.
When Lu Ming saw this team of sword demons, there was nothing wrong with Liu Yun's reconnaissance. However, when Lu Ming saw these sword demons, he found that they were not wandering, but were aimlessly advanced. The clothes on their bodies were not ragged, and the discipline was very strict, just like a team of patrol soldiers with extraordinary postures.
What are they doing? Or what are they looking for?
Lu Ming frowned and decided to let these sword demons go, first investigate the surrounding landforms, etc., because he always felt that the sword demons should not have such qualities, as if there was a king who was commanding them.
Lu Ming made a gesture backwards. The sword students immediately dispersed. Some dived deeper, some jumped to the treetops, and the remaining people hid in place and ate quietly to replenish the nutrients needed by the body.
Lu Ming was wandering outside the range of the swordsmen. His patrol radius was several kilometers long. But his speed was extremely fast. No matter whether it was the quagmire that was breathing bubbles or the bottomless waters, it could not stop Lu Ming from moving forward.
In fact, once he reached the depths of the swamp, Lu Ming used the sword scar to mobilize more powerfully, which was almost comparable to the normal level of Yifeng Sword Master.
Suddenly, Lu Ming saw a figure. Although it just flashed by, Lu Ming knew that he must be a healthy human.
Bangji... The water in the mud sounded, followed by a muffled groan.
Lu Ming could hear that this man must have stepped on the abandoned tripping rope and fell head-on into the pool.
But such a low-level trap can also be hit? It seems like a rookie.
Lu Ming directly defined him, but at the same time he also felt that it was already very unusual for a rookie, not a team, to enter the depths of this swamp, but was he here to die?
Lu Ming felt a little strange, so he quietly hid his body and followed.
There was a young man in the mud, struggling to climb up the shore with difficulty. His body was covered with wet and sticky mud, emitting a smell of fishy smell. He was also very depressed, and reached out to take off his clothes outside, threw them aside in disgust, turned around and walked inside.
Lu Ming smiled casually but didn't move. After a moment, the man came back. He picked up the thrown clothes with a helpless look on his face, reached out and grabbed a branch, shaved the mud on it hard, and then washed his face with the water in the mud. A white face gradually showed its beard, and it looked like it was in its early twenties.
He sighed helplessly, looked deeper with an impatient look, and then walked on. However, the route he took was full of dense grass, and it seemed that he wanted to take the opportunity to clean up his clothes.
Lu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found that the rookie's clothes were getting cleaner and cleaner, and he showed a sign, and he was actually a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect! And he was the costume that was second only to the disciples of the Swordsman!
Lu Ming killed many such disciples in the Holy Sword Sect last time, but with the strength of the Holy Sword Sect, no matter how many he killed, such a person would not be enough to become a disciple of this status?
But what did the people from the Holy Sword Sect want to do here? And he is not a team, he just came in alone, and went deeper here, definitely not to hunt the sword demon! And he has also walked here and has not died yet, which is so strange.
Lu Ming knew very well that it was impossible for a master to come here to protect him secretly. And looking at the traces on his body, there was no trace of fighting except for falling a few times in a mess.
Lu Ming followed quietly with doubts. If there was no calculation error, he would walk for another twenty minutes and would encounter a team of thirteen sword demons.
Following this man quietly, Lu Ming watched him fall down again and again. Even if he was as indifferent as Lu Ming, he couldn't help laughing. But he was like a cockroach that could not be killed, getting up again and again. However, Lu Ming found that his eyes were not tough, but an addict who knew there was hope in front of him!
What else is there besides the sword demon in front of you?
As Lu Ming passed through a few ponds of water, a small forest gradually began to rise upwards. Lu Ming looked back and saw that there was no longer a swamp, but a hill, and it looked like there was a valley ahead.
There was smoke everywhere, and even Lu Ming could not see through what it was. He marked the tree trunk and the ground, which was very simple, but he could clearly tell Jiansheng not to move forward and rest in seclusion. After doing everything, Lu Ming continued to follow.
If this disciple turned around, he would definitely be completely stupid because Lu Ming did not hide. Most of the time, Lu Ming followed him, but he just couldn't feel the abnormality, even though it was still in the morning.
Swish swish swish swish... Unlike the neat steps of the sword demon outside, it appeared.
Lu Ming immediately concealed his body because these sword demons were not only extremely sensitive to the taste of humans, but also retained the same developed vision as humans. However, Lu Ming found that the disciple of the Holy Sword Sect had no intention of hiding his body at all, but instead went up to him.
choke……
The sword demons drew their swords without hesitation. The disciple of the Holy Sword Sect shrank his neck in fear and found that the sword demon here was indeed different from the ones outside. Although his body was a little trembling and his legs were trembling, he still stepped forward and drew his sword at the same time.
Suddenly, a strong aura emanated instantly, which was a suffocating sense of oppression.
However, what makes people feel strange is that these sword demons immediately knelt down when they saw this sword, and directly transformed from the bloodthirsty killer just now into the most loyal servant!
Lu Ming's eyes were immediately attracted by the sword, and he found that this sword, which was just the shape of an ordinary long sword, was dark all over, exuding a faint black aura, as if a trace of dust fell on it, obviously not an ordinary item. It was just now that the sword was in the sheath, and even the sword marks that had a king-like existence, there was no clue. It seemed that the sword sheath was quite extraordinary and had a very powerful shielding aura characteristic.
But what kind of sword is this sword? Why did even the sword demons kneel down when they saw it? It was like their king appeared.
Lu Ming was puzzled, and the sword demons had already stood up and walked deeper. Although the Holy Sword disciple was very scared and his eyes were constantly looking around, he knew that holding the sword was equivalent to holding an ace, so after a moment, he swayed, followed with pride on his face, and humming a small tune in his mouth.
Lu Ming frowned and followed. Through a dark forest, a wide valley appeared in front of him. However, with Lu Ming's eyes, he could only see a few hundred meters. When he looked inside, he would feel a sticky feeling. The fog seemed to be glue spreading in the air. When the sensation power penetrated, the fog started to rotate, and it was very likely to follow Lu Ming's sensation power.
Fortunately, Lu Ming took back his perception in time, and the fog was stable, but just a moment ago, Lu Ming also felt the existence of a strong man at the level of the Sword King!
Lu Ming has been to the swamp, but no matter what aspect, he has heard of any news about this valley. Lu Ming knows that no matter how big the swamp is, it has a boundary, but this valley really seems to have no concept of a boundary.
The sword demons walked to the edge of the valley, and a sword demon who seemed to be the leader walked directly into the fog, while the other sword demons stood in place, stopping the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect. Even though he raised the sword in his hand several times, the sword demons still did not retreat.
The wind suddenly became louder, and a solemn aura filled the air.
Lu Ming suddenly felt very uncomfortable and hidden his body deeper. A sword demon walked out of the thick fog. Its figure was very tall, although its face was dark, its angular face exuded a domineering aura. What surprised Lu Ming even more was that although the clothes on the sword demon were in adventurer outfits, it was surprisingly very neat and tidy. Each stitch showed a delicate feeling. Compared with the sword demon outside, it was like a gap between a rich man and a beggar.
Lu Ming looked at the man's forehead and suddenly realized that he felt uncomfortable. There was an eye on it... No! It's not an eye!
Even Lu Ming frowned involuntarily at this moment. A ball was growing on the forehead of the sword demon, covered with blood lines. You could even see black and purple liquid flowing rapidly. A little light in the middle-aged man looked very much like his pupils, but it emitted a pale whiteness. That... it turned out to be a sword demon bead! (To be continued...)