What's the situation? That's the Six-Strike Sword Master! He killed it easily like this? Lu Ming! This kid is so amazing! Zhuo Ligetu howled in his heart. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test
As soon as this person died, the rebels immediately lost their backbone and became in chaos. Many timid rebels retreated.
At this time, Lu Ming slashed into the rebels with a sword, and the guys immediately threw the sword, turned around and ran away.
A stone caused a thousand waves. The rebels had long been afraid of the combat power of these people. When they found that someone had run away first, they immediately began to turn around and run, and some even fought over snatching horses.
The Destruction Sword Saint was always calm and smiled at Erdun and said, "Look, my old man's disciple can't stop even your nephew who holds hope. Now he has started turning around and killing you."
Of course, Erdun saw the battle situation clearly, but the Destruction Sword Saint has become even more difficult since the emergence of this cavalry. Even if he wants to leave the battlefield, it is very difficult. Although low-level warriors are not qualified to join the Sword Saint's battle situation, how could the army he had finally raised be broken up and killed one by one?
"You have been pestering me for more than ten days. Now I have time, so I can play with you for a month." The Sword of Destruction smiled.
Erdun's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he immediately used a set of life-saving sword techniques in his hand, forcing the Destruction Sword Saint to fight him.
Bang! The sky was shaking, and Erdun's figure immediately took the opportunity to turn into a stream of light and flew away. He also looked back at the Destruction Sword Saint. The unwillingness on his black and thin face made him feel very comfortable.
"Retreat!" Erdun's voice has only reached the battlefield now. The rebels dissipated like a tide.
However, everyone in Zhuoligetu could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with powerlessness. The remaining energy could only show a winning smile.
Chapter 3
After the war, the Dalks steppe was shrouded in a thick layer of haze. Even the blood-like sunset could not shine on the earth. It could only emit a strange blood red through the thick clouds, but it made the entire battlefield even more miserable and tragic.
After a brief rest, the grassland soldiers began to clean up the battlefield silently. They used their tired bodies to drag away the bodies and arranged them neatly, because not far from the battlefield, there were already herders waiting with sad faces. They were here to find their sons or husbands who had not returned home.
War is cruel. When they found the corpse that was expected to be a corpse, they cried and scolded the damn war.
But this is war.
Zhuoligetu was very tolerant and asked the Hutu family to carry the body away. He didn't say anything, but there was anger burning in his chest, but he knew that the target of these anger should be Hutu soldiers.
The grassland warriors were also constantly suppressing their anger. Because most of the bodies they were transported were acquaintances, and some were even close friends, but now Erdun has taken the lead in rebellion. Since then, the position is different, especially when they think about the night when they rioted, they fell directly from a happy celebration to a dark and bloody hell. It is really sad and unbearable to look back on it.
But now, the chief's adopted son Zhuoligetu not only rushed back as fast as possible, but also brought two masters, especially the young knight who appeared at a critical moment. His long sword had reached its level of superb level. Wherever the sword pointed, the rebels cried and howled, and they did not dare to respond!
Moreover, the fifty knights he brought were all outstanding elite swordsmen. His invisible murderous aura and neat military discipline were definitely incomparable to even regular soldiers!
They are all our saviors! Although the grassland warriors were tired and had a language barrier, they conveyed their gratitude well when their eyes met.
After packing up the body, the fat man ordered people to pack up all the weapons. Whether it is good or broken, this is a scarce resource for the grassland. Of course, there are also lost war horses, all of which are representative of strength, which is an indispensable existence for the fat man now.
Zhuoligetu quickly handled the matter of cleaning the battlefield, turned around and walked towards Lu Ming, who was watching the rebels dispersing indifferently, and then hugged Lu Ming with a bear hug, laughing and said, "Thank you, my brother, you saved me again!" He was suddenly stunned, "Hey? It seems that this is not the first time I have said this? Hahaha..."
Even though Nangong Huajian, who had already worn out the edges and cold sword, were all cheerful smiles as bright as the sun. Although it was not the first time they had passed by Death, no one was willing to always play the edge. However, the swordsmen were all people walking by the river, so they thanked Lu Ming for helping him and secretly decided to practice harder.
"If you are a brother, there is no need to thank you." Lu Ming also laughed, and the four of them couldn't help but hug each other tightly. The brotherly feelings were self-evident.
At this time, at the other end of the battlefield, the thin body of the Destruction Sword Saint slowly walked in the brink of the grassland. His steps were very slow, but the leap between each step was beyond description. He looked almost three or four steps, and he had already arrived in front of Lu Ming and others from the other end of the battlefield.
When the Destruction Sword Saint Path passed by the grassland warriors, they all sent their most sincere greetings and the most sincere respect.
However, this was not the case in Lu Ming's eyes. The Destruction Sword Saint he saw was as beautiful as gold paper, his steps were floating, and the sword energy in his body was very disordered, and some meridians even reached the verge of collapse!
Since the battle at the Holy Sword Sect, Lu Ming has already gained a new understanding of this very low-key old man, and he knows that with his power, even if he is tied to him, he should not be so terrible when fighting an inauthentic sword saint.
Yes, in Lu Ming's current state, it's just miserable!
"Senior..." Lu Ming frowned and walked over, saying, "Senior, are you injured?"
A hint of surprise appeared between the sword saint's eyebrows, and then he couldn't help coughing again, and blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He quickly clamped his fingers into a sword and made several fingerprints to suppress the restless sword energy in his body. A layer of paleness was added to the face that was originally as pale as gold.
Seeing that the Destruction Sword Saint was really coughing violently, Zhuo Ligetu, Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian, he realized the seriousness of the matter. Before this, the Destruction Sword Saint had been entangled in battle by the other party, but in their opinion, it was the Destruction Sword Saint who took the initiative to entangle the other party, so that the people on his side could minimize casualties. But now it seems that he was really injured and unable to fight with all his strength, which made everyone have such an illusion.
Sitting casually on the ground, the Destruction Sword Saint smiled bitterly: "Yes, I hit the Sword Saint some time ago. Haha, I failed without any surprise, but I left some hidden injuries. This battle became active, alas!"
"Shocking the Sword Master?" Everyone was shocked. After all, the Sword Master was a truly strong man on the entire continent, even if it was just Yifeng Sword Master.
Lu Ming had a more thorough understanding of this point. The gap between the Sword Saint and the Sword Saint can be described as heaven and earth. The Destruction Sword Saint has impacted the Sword Saint and has obviously reached the peak Sword Saint's realm.
"Senior is already at the peak of the Sword Saint?" Although Lu Ming had already anticipated this, he still asked. After all, the failure to hit the sword realm is not only injured, but it is very likely that the sword realm will be downgraded. If that is the case, it will be really not worth the loss.
The Destruction Sword Saint nodded with a smile and said, "Although I was injured, there was no loss in the sword realm. It was still in the peak sword saint stage. Unfortunately, I don't know when the next attack will be. Humph! Otherwise, I could catch my sword? I'd have to do these things? I'd cut him to death long ago!" When I was excited, the Destruction Sword Saint coughed lightly again.
Lu Ming understood the old man's words very well. If he wanted to recover his wounds and then find an opportunity to hit the sword realm, even a great sword master would not always be happy, let alone a sword saint?
Lu Ming reached out and grabbed the wrist of the Destruction Sword Saint, looked it up for a moment, and his frown eyebrows couldn't help but stretched a little, and said, "The injuries of seniors are not old. This new injury can easily be healed as long as the method is corresponding. Although the damage to the meridians is the most difficult, there is no way."
"Oh?" The Destruction Sword Saint's eyes lit up suddenly. Leng Jian, who had regret on his face just now, cheered up and asked quickly: "Lu Ming, do you have a way to say so?"
"You can give it a try." Lu Ming nodded.
Zhuoligetu seemed to have received a positive answer, and jumped up with a 'huh', but he was weak and anxious, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy, but he didn't care and shouted directly: "Brothers, go home!"
"Roar!" The grassland warrior shouted and transported various items back with horses.
The battlefield was far away from the tribe's residence, and even if they rode horses, they had to arrive for nearly an hour. Traces of fierce battles were everywhere along the way, especially compared with the hundreds of soldiers returning to the army, which had thousands of tent groups living there, it was obvious that the losses of the soldiers were really huge. One-third of the remaining hundreds were injured.
Lu Ming sighed secretly, the herdsmen were already sparsely populated, and after this battle, the Eagle Tribe of the Grassland was really hurt.
As if he saw Lu Ming's thoughts, Zhuoligetu smiled bitterly and said, "Our Grassland Eagle is the largest tribe in the Dalks steppe. Even in a civil war, no one dared to peek at it. He just wanted to restore his original appearance. He didn't even think about it in twenty years." As he said, a harrier eagle fell from the sky to his shoulders, and he was talking about something.
"These people retreated so quickly!" Zhuoligetu said hatefully, and then said to Lu Ming: "The people of Erdun have now retreated back to the original tribal settlement of the Hutu tribe. Although they have begun to gather, they cannot attack again without three days, so our time is still rich."