"It's about to succeed, but it's impossible." Erdun said coldly. He suddenly became hysterical and shouted hard: "Don't I want to succeed? Do I want to release the right I'm about to get? Damn it! Now this Sword Saint of Destruction has reached the level of a half-step Sword Master. This is the same power as the Khan. What do you want me to fight with others?"
Duer suddenly became petrified on the spot. He looked back at the huge sword energy that gradually dissipated. He was secretly shocked. He could not imagine that it was the sword energy that destroyed the sword saint. Moreover, he clearly saw a touch of cold gray in the thick sword energy, which was like looking down at the common people.
But……
The young man's brows were tightly locked. Just today, the Sword Saint of Destruction, who was unable to defeat the adults, was suddenly promoted to the Half-Step Sword Master? Looking at the entire grassland, only Khan can fight with him!
The grassland warriors walked out of their shelter. They looked up at the sword energy and showed a shock from their souls. Then a tribal elder looked at each other and walked into the big tent silently, not knowing what to discuss.
Want to surrender? Humph! The overall situation has been decided. Erdun was unwilling to accept it, but he knew that he had to operate as soon as possible at this moment to save his life. Besides, no matter how powerful this Destruction Sword Saint is, he can't stay in the grassland for the rest of his life. As long as he passes through the eyes, he will still have the final say in the future!
In the big tent where Lu Ming was, the Destruction Sword Saint stared blankly at the sword energy that broke through the tent. Even now, he could not believe that it was his own sword energy.
When he was struck by the Sword Lord last time, he was only the peak sword saint. He did not reach the level of the half-step sword saint. The Sword Lord Destroyed knew that he wanted to reach the half-step sword saint, but he didn't know what year or month it was, so he was determined to lose and planned to get lucky, but the result was not unexpected.
However, he did not expect that after being injured, Lu Ming treated him, not only recovered his injuries, but also improved his sword energy again, so he naturally became a half-step sword master.
Even after seeing Lu Ming's healing methods, the Destruction Sword Saint was still shocked. Even now, he was still thinking and unable to escape with a calm expression as before.
Zhuo Ligetu and the other two felt the vigorous sword energy, and felt a gust of cold air coming from their bodies. They couldn't help but open their confused eyes. Seeing the sword energy, the three of them were stunned with six eyes.
Chapter 4
"Half-step Sword Master?"
In the tent that had become an open-air stage, Zhuoligetu jumped up immediately after hearing the story of the Destruction Sword Saint. It is hard to imagine that his fat body jumping like a prairie antelope, but the price was that the ground was slight shaking, which made the soldiers watching the scene speechless.
"Senior has become the Sword Master. I really have enough confidence this time!" The fat man slapped his face, excited as if he was a child. He suddenly fell silent.
Lu Ming stood up and patted his shoulder, saying, "What will you want for this?"
Zhuoligetu waved away the kind face of his adoptive father in his mind, sighed lightly, and frowned: "Although he is just my adoptive father, I can't repay his kindness in this life. I didn't expect him to leave like this. The revenge of killing his father is irreconcilable. I want to use Erdun's head to commemorate my adoptive father and his brother who died in battle!"
"Okay." Lu Ming nodded and said, "Since you have this idea, let's plan and see how to surprise Erdun and let the dead rest in peace."
"Yeah!" Zhuoligetu nodded heavily, sat down in this topless tent, and began to discuss how to take revenge.
"Report!" A grassland soldier pulled Changyin and rushed into the tent quickly, leaned over and saluted: "Sir, Barhu's Khan is here."
"Balhu?" Zhuoligetu frowned, "Where is he? How many people did he bring?"
"The Khan is alone, right on the banks of the Nara River, rushing towards the tribe." His subordinate simply replied.
When Zhuoligetu waved his subordinates back, a loud laugh had already appeared outside the tent, and this Barhu didn't even give everyone any room for reaction.
Lu Ming sat calmly in his original position, and the Destruction Sword Saint sat with a sneer. He wanted to see what the purpose of this strongest man on the grassland came here.
Zhuoligetu was about to get up to greet him, and a big hand had already opened the curtain. Then an extremely strong figure lowered his head and squeezed in at the door of the tent. He was two meters tall, his wide body looked like an armored chariot, wearing a golden robe, his thick beard on his face looked like a lush grassland, and his tiger eyes were faintly emitting light. Originally, the large tent seemed very crowded as soon as he came in.
Half-step Sword Master? The strength of this great sweat is indeed extraordinary. Lu Ming sat indifferently, and he looked at the Destruction Sword Master. From the other party's eyes, he also saw the sudden appearance of this great sweat. It was absolutely abnormal, and he should also have a brain as developed as his muscles.
Zhuoligetu was a grasslander after all, so he immediately asked the Khan to sit in the main seat and then bowed: "The Eagle Tribe of the Grassland is Zhuoligetu welcomes the Khan."
"No gift." Barhu looked at Zhuoligetu with a smile, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and said, "When I saw you last time, you were just able to leave. Now when I saw you again, you are like an eagle on the grassland, and you can fly freely. Well, you have been practicing outside over the years?"
Zhuoligetu hesitated for a moment, then did not respond to Barhu's words, but asked directly: "The Khan came here suddenly, definitely not for family matters?"
Bard nodded directly and said, "You are also the chief now. Your Dalgans and the Hutus of Erdun are both people of my grassland. You know, to the west of us is a dark desert, and to the north is a demonic jungle, which are all places where monsters live in the world. I can no longer watch you kill each other, nor can I tolerate you throw away the lives of the grassland warriors for the sake of hatred. That is a weakening of my entire grassland strength. If monsters invade a large number of monsters, how can we save more lives?"
"So..." Zhuolige Tu's expressionless face.
"So, now is the time for me to come forward to stop it, stop the civil war!" Barhu sighed.
Bang! Zhuoligetu slapped the table suddenly. The table that was very precious in the grassland jumped a little, and then shattered into several pieces. The fat man's face became distorted and he said angrily: "Barhu Khan, I, Zhuoligetu, respect your sword realm, but you can't ruin your identity like this."
Barhu was obviously stunned, and for a moment, he was just a wry smile that seemed kind and wry.
"Where were you when our Dalgans were poisoned? Where were you when the Hutu tribe killed the grassland warriors arbitrarily? Where were you when my adoptive father and brother were killed? We were besieged in the Wolf Tooth Canyon for seven days. My beloved sweat, where were you when you were these times!" Zhuoligetu's lips twitched, and his voice was as low as a fury bear.
Lu Ming also deeply felt the anger on the fat man. If it weren't for the identity of Barhu Khan, he would have drawn his sword long ago. Now Lu Ming has confirmed his previous guess that the other party would use the identity of the Khan to suppress Zhuoligetu with a high-sounding sound. He could be angry or disrespectful, but if he draws the sword, it would be rebellion. I believe the other party is also waiting for this opportunity.
Fortunately, Lu Ming could realize that the fat man vented his emotions and became calm, which made Lu Ming feel a little relieved. However, the fat man looked like a dormant beast, just waiting to find an opportunity to attack.
Lu Ming covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly. The fat man suddenly felt a sensation all over his body, and soon suppressed his anger. His small eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at Barhu calmly.
Barhu was also uncomfortable with Zhuoligetu's look in a solid manner. He moved his strong body slightly, sighed and said, "I have been parading outside for this period. When I heard the news that my brother, your adopted father, Chief Balle was unfortunately killed in battle, I rushed back overnight and scolded Erdun fiercely. I originally planned to punish him severely! But..."
Zhuoligetu sneered, staring at Barhu with his eyes, saying nothing, just waiting for his next sentence.
Barhu was also uncomfortable, but there was no way. Erdun was his brother-in-law. He would have destroyed the Dalgans, but he didn't expect that this Destruction Sword Saint would be promoted in the battle. Although he was still half a step away from reaching the real Sword Saint, he was the only one who could fight with him in the entire grassland. Looking at the entire continent, he could rank in the top thirty. If Erdun was, he would definitely die.
Now only by coming forward and calming down this matter can he save his life. After all, blood is thicker than water, and Erdun will never betray him. The dead Chief Balle has been very loud in recent years and has almost surpassed himself. No matter what, he cannot survive!
Thinking secretly, Barhu sighed and looked at Zhuoligetu, saying, "But I want to hand over the power to deal with Erdun to you, and only you, the chief of the grassland eagle, have the right to do this. I'm here this time just to help you see the situation in front of you."
It was really high-sounding. Lu Ming shook his head speechlessly and glanced at Zhuoligetu.
The fat man has a delicate mind that is comparable to a fox. Of course, he understands what Lu Ming means. The Barhu man can have such a low enough posture today, which is obviously due to the strength of the Destruction of the Sword Saint. Since he has this trump card in his hand, he might as well be more presumptuous.
"Then the big man Barhu wants to stop me from taking revenge?" the fat man said coldly.
"Not to stop it." Barhu's huge body leaned towards the fat man and said seriously: "It is to sit with Erdun to negotiate. Of course, the premise of negotiation must be to stop the civil war, stop bleeding, and let my grassland warriors dedicate their lives to defending territory, rather than crazy civil war." (To be continued...)