Lu Ming knew the strength of the Destruction Sword Saint, and once he let go, he would never suffer any loss. Although his aura was already very weak, the other party was not strong, and it also showed that he had to leave the battlefield to fight to the decisive battle at this moment.
Therefore, Lu Ming immediately ordered the sword scars to wrap the sword students around, making their aura unable to spread. Moreover, Lu Ming found that the realm of these warriors was only above and below sword masters, and there were many great swordsmen, and the masters were generally inside. Now the sword students were a god of killing to them, and the Zhenwu seven-section formation was more skillful. Even if there were any flaws, they could not find it.
So Lu Ming directly escaped from Jian Sheng, and inserted straight into the battle circle with one sword and one horse.
Woo! Lu Ming swung his sword energy out, and three or four soldiers were bombarded and flew backwards. Their bodies could no longer withstand the strangulation of the sword energy in the air, and they kept bursting out big bunches of blood, making the battlefield even more red and miserable.
After Lu Ming's sword energy went down, a considerable hole was torn into the battle circle, and his sword was inserted into the wedge.
Liu Yun led the team to follow Lu Ming, knowing that the swordsman had tear open the gap with his unparalleled combat power, and what he was responsible for was to maximize the gap.
Fifty swordsmen and ten sword formations have already transformed into meat-mincing machines in the war. They are covered with blood and minced meat can be seen everywhere, but they are completely expressionless. They use their sword skills on their opponents like the life-reaper sent by the God of Death.
Puff puff puff...
There were screams everywhere, blood was spraying out everywhere. In just a blink of an eye, this cut tear apart a corner of the battle circle and continued to impact with an unstoppable momentum.
On an ice lake more than ten miles away from the battlefield, a tall old man with thick beards was suddenly stunned. His eyes couldn't help but look at the sky, and the green harrier in the sky was chirping uneasy.
Erdun's face suddenly looked ugly when he heard the message from Qing Harrier. The sword in his hand instantly turned into a few cold stars. The Destruction Sword Saint was shrouded at the Destruction Sword Saint, and the body shot towards the Destruction Sword Saint, constantly increasing the range, almost covering the surrounding area of a hundred meters, and a desperate harsh force appeared on his ferocious face.
Erdun was very shocked. This thin old man didn't expect that he was the famous Sword Saint of Destruction in the Empire. His sword technique was very difficult and almost killed him several times. If he hadn't waved his sword energy at Zhuoligetu and the others, he would probably have been seriously injured now.
The Destruction Sword Saint was very sensitive to the changes in Erdun's body, and a sneer appeared on his black and thin face, because he also felt a familiar smell suddenly appear on the battlefield. The Destruction Sword Saint was not taking the opponent's sword energy at this moment, and he flashed his figure and avoided the opponent's attack.
Erdun seized the opportunity and quickly retreated to the battlefield, but found that the body of the Destruction Sword Saint was blocking his way back.
"I didn't expect that the famous Sword of Destruction would also secretly ask for rescue in such a despicable way. Humph! Sword of Destruction is just like this." Erdun said gritting his teeth, but he was surprised. His Qing Harrier was enough to supervise the entire sky in this area. How did he send the letter?
"I am using the same method to treat others!" The Destruction Sword Saint smiled mysteriously and proudly, and his heart was filled with a bitter smile. I was not familiar with the place and had been entangled by you for so long, and I don't know the secret method of sending messages from thousands of miles away. How can I pass the message? Then again, Lu Ming's appearance was really timely!
"Don't pretend to be a senior in front of me, bah!" Erdun spat without any identity.
"Although I don't know how your sword realm came from, this sword saint is not yours. If I don't have fun with you, how can my children kill me?" The sword saint of Destruction smiled again and said slowly: "They have been so depressed during this period!"
Erdun's expression suddenly changed. Unexpectedly, this thin old guy had already seen that his power was secretly cultivated with secret techniques, and he had always maintained his strength comparable to him, and he was actually pretending to be stupid!
Erdun couldn't help but take a deep breath. Now it seems that he is trying to reduce the killing of those low-level wastes.
The Destruction Sword Saint knew very well that even if the other party practiced using secret techniques, he was still a real Sword Saint. It was too difficult to separate life and death. If he didn't fight hard, he would still have room to run.
But the Destruction Sword Saint would never have planned to let this guy go. He reached out and pointed at the battlefield from afar and smiled: "Look, how about my sword? Is it sharp enough? Hahaha, it's already halfway through in such a short time. Well, my old disciple, the combat power is really not enough."
Erdun, who looked at the battlefield, brows jumped again, and when he heard the understatement and aura of the Destruction Sword Saint, he almost vomited blood.
"Ouch! Look, Zhuoligetu inside, and they felt someone helping to relieve the pressure, and they had already started to rush out. Look, your people are about to be cut open, tsk... they are all good kids!" The Sword Saint of Destruction shook his head and smiled, but the sword in his hand was not idle for a moment.
Erdun felt that the pressure was increasing. The sword of the Destruction Sword Saint was ruthless. The key was that his Destruction Sword was extremely vicious, which not only greatly weakened the combat power he had displayed, but also did not dare to easily get involved in that little.
At this time, Erdun truly realized where the reputation of the Destruction Sword Saint came from. Even if he didn't care about the situation on the battlefield, it would be impossible to win over him. Now he just hopes that the army will quickly resume the battle situation and completely strangle these people.
Erdun was also thinking about something called miracle, just like he could severely damage the chief with one sword and then kill him within a hundred moves.
Zhuoligetu's eyes, which were not big, suddenly opened wide, and after slapped the two soldiers with one sword, he immediately shouted: "Hudar, our reinforcements have arrived!"
"What?"
Leng Jian responded. During the fight, he couldn't hear clearly what Zhuo Ligetu was saying, but he vaguely heard the word reinforcements. Leng Jian now knew who the fat man was calling, the blue-gray harrier eagle standing on his shoulder. The fat man firmly believed that his brother Hudar's soul was inside.
People cannot be resurrected when they die. Leng Jian sighed secretly, then turned to shout to the fat man: "You shout loudly in foreign languages in the Frontier, reinforcements have arrived!"
"The reinforcements are here!" Zhuoligetu's thick voice suddenly roared in foreign languages. He immediately felt that his soldiers were shocked and fought harder. He couldn't help but admire the wisdom of Leng Jian and shouted again: "Brothers, kill, reinforcements are here!"
"Roar..." The soldiers who were trapped and who were almost eating human flesh immediately squeezed out their last bit of strength and rushed out desperately. They all knew that they would die. Since that's the case, why not fight hard for the last time?
Zhuoligetu stretched out his blood-stained opponent and touched the feathers of the harrier on his shoulders, and said expressionlessly: "Hudal, brothers, let's fight side by side! Brothers, kill!"
With a whimper, Zhuoligetu swung his giant sword and rushed outward. Behind him were the Dalgan warriors who had already red eyes. Their tragic howls and fearless aura were, but this charge made the battle circle loosen a little.
In addition, Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian, who led their own team, had long felt the aura of the cavalry, but they didn't expect that these people were all qualified soldiers and very good swordsmen. It seems that Lu Ming is a synonym for miracles!
Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian looked at each other from afar, and for a moment, the team led the team with Zhuo Ligetu seemed to have three sharp thorns, stabbing hard outside.
Lu Ming and the sword students had no passion. They just silently set out their swords, collect their swords, and then set out their swords...
In this moment, their horses' hooves were completely covered by corpses.
The rebels looked at these young men who were like gods of war in amazement. Their faces were tender and very pretty, but their swords had a coldness that was completely inconsistent with their appearance. They were the real killing sword!
The rebels immediately divided their combat power to block the attack, but the people were simply killed, and they were not even able to slowly increase the horse hooves of these reinforcements. The still alive people only felt their scalp numb.
After a short while, these rebels began to retreat independently. Although the sword in their hands was still wielding and fighting, they tried hard to avoid the cavalry, stay away from them, and stay away a little further.
Lu Mingdun felt his eyes lit up. He was seeing Zhuo Ligetu, Leng Jian, and Nangong Huajian indifferent eyes. It seemed that the fat man had the intention of coming up to hug him.
Lu Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, waved his sword to the rebels' flanks, cutting the rebel camp a little smaller.
Zhuoligetu smiled and saw that the clothes he had not changed in the past month were covered with flesh and blood, internal organs, and heavy sweat stains. Several smells were mixed together, which was probably even worse than the slaughterhouse. Hey! Zhuoligetu rushed to the other side with a strong force.
Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian led the team to kill each other. The four teams led by the four of them interspersed with back and forth, like erasers, constantly erasing the rebels from the battlefield.
A swordsman was in charge among the rebels. He suddenly noticed the reversal of the battle situation and immediately saw a row of cavalry led by Lu Ming. He immediately roared and rode his horse to attack Lu Ming.
Zhuo Ligetu was shocked. This rebel was the mainstay of the Hutu clan. Although he was not very good at commanding wars, he was a real six-front swordsman. Even though his three men used the Zhenwu Seven-Second Formation, they could only barely compete. But Lu Ming turned his head to fight?
He said intimately that he was not good and immediately rushed towards Lu Ming. However, although he was only one line away from entering the realm of Sword Master, it was just that line. Compared with the situation on the battlefield, his speed was much slower.
Zhuo Ligetu roared, took the longbow from his back, and immediately bent his bow and arrow. But in just a moment, the two war horses had crossed over. He was shocked to find that the swordsman who had been entangled in the hearts of those of him tilted his head to the side and fell to the ground...