Lu Ming's figure suddenly became blurred. He was like a stream of blue smoke in the turbulent air, which almost completely disappeared in an instant, without any trace. However, occasionally, he could see his indifferent eyes and his figure walking like a dragon and tiger.
The sudden change made Erdun's mind, which had already become very heavy, struggled to think. He needed to judge Lu Ming's figure and predict where he would appear next time before he could slash the sword with all his strength.
However, Lu Ming's pace was at all unrecognizable. He seemed to be free from the constraints of gravity. Erdun even saw Lu Ming's body flying horizontally, his feet stomping to the side, and then his body lost its trace again.
His figure continued to appear and disappeared in Erdun's perception. With the perception ability possessed by the powerful swordsman, he could only capture a little bit. In Erdun's brain, those were just a few points, and they could not even be connected.
Therefore, for the first time in Erdun's life, he didn't know how to cut off the sword that was raised high.
Lu Ming urged Jianhen with all his strength to reach the extreme speed of his true energy. He knew very well that even if Erdun was deeply poisoned and his life was about to end, he was still a swordsman with the strength of a sword saint. The lean camel was bigger than a horse. Even if a beast was born in the last moment, it would launch a sway with its last vitality, let alone such a person.
Moreover, Lu Ming didn't want to waste the existence of the sword saint's strength like this.
Lu Ming's figure appeared behind Erdun's back, his left hand condensed his energy into a palm, and he printed his palm to his back heart.
Erdun suddenly turned around, and a grim smile appeared on his face, and the raised sword was about to slash. However, he found that Lu Ming's attack was not a palm, but a claw!
Bang! Erdun was about to swing his wrist with the sword and directly sent it to Lu Ming's hand. His heart suddenly jumped. Then he grinned and grinned again. Although Lu Ming's body movement was quite sharp, although he could be said to have successfully attacked, and even though he was deeply poisoned. However, since he had already grasped his arm, no matter what, he would never be able to bear the power of his smashing.
"I! But I have the powerful strength of the Sword Saint realm!"
Erdun's slow mind was still thinking proudly, but a strange force suddenly came from his arm that was about to smash, as if he wanted to pull out his soul.
What's going on?
Erdun was extremely shocked. He twisted his eyes with his remaining power and saw that Lu Ming's arm seemed to be hidden in countless wandering snakes, all of which were squirming and active. The power generated from this began to pull the true energy in his body...
Swallow the true energy!
Erdun was stunned and felt like a ball with a hole broken. All his true energy rushed towards Lu Ming frantically. The key was that he could only mobilize the power of this sword now. Otherwise, his true energy would be erupted and he could directly ignite this guy with strange abilities!
It was at this time that I wanted. Lu Ming indifferently swallowed Erdun's true energy. The sword scar had already started to move with all his strength and began to wash away the true energy swallowed by baptism. However, these true energy was too mixed, and it was like various flavors of seasonings mixed together. It made people feel disgusting.
How did this guy practice?
Fortunately, Jianhen is diligent and hardworking and is not picky about food, otherwise Lu Ming would not know if he would persist.
The next moment, Lu Ming had already swallowed it, but the process of rinsing these true qi with sword scars was too long to remove impurities to the maximum extent. Lu Ming had to store a large amount of true qi in the sword scars.
Erdun was still stunned. The feeling of being swallowed by the process of being swallowed by the true energy made him completely stupid and lose his true energy. He became ten years older in an instant, and his toxicity could no longer be suppressed, and his face turned black in an instant.
Lu Ming would never give him any chance. A sword in his hand sank into his chest silently, accompanied by several sword energy, and there was not much blood flowing out of the thorn, but he could see his blue-black and purple-red flesh.
Nangong Huajian and the cold sword on the other side were inserted into Erdun's body one by one, and the sword energy penetrated from the sword tip kept strangling the inside of his body.
"Roar! I'm here!"
Zhuo Ligetu didn't care about any sound at this time. He jumped high, shouted loudly, and slashed down fiercely from top to bottom with a giant sword in both hands.
Crack Crack Crack Crack…
Lu Ming's face was pale and he was no longer able to block the surrounding energy fluctuations with the power of the sword marks. The invisible energy shattered like a bubble.
Zhuoligetu's giant sword is not sharp. The sharp edge of the sword cuts Erdun's bones one by one, and the creepy sound of broken bones can be spread throughout the night sky.
The four of them looked at each other silently, then they all fell to the ground and laughed. Although their smiles were slightly distorted after being seriously injured, and although it was very difficult to smile, the joy and ease from the heart did not require a serious smile to exaggerate.
Chapter 7
"Dangdang...the enemy's stole the camp! Dangdang..."
The sound of gongs suddenly sounded in the tribal military camp, and a row of patrol soldiers rushed over with the gongs, shouting.
Among the tents in the military camp were sleeping Hutu grassland soldiers. They were very tired after a day of training. At this moment, they were enjoying the slightest sleep. However, when they heard the harsh gongs representing the enemy's sneak attack, they all jumped up as if they were being electrocuted. Some of them were not even wearing clothes, picked up the steel swords placed beside the pillow, and rushed out of the tent with a fish.
The torch is lit!
Hundreds of torches in the gaps between the tents were like flowing lava, gathering from all directions, spreading and filling every passage.
In an instant, the light surrounded by torches combined with the shouts of thousands of soldiers filled the entire military camp, as if thousands of awakened giant beasts rushed towards the central tent together.
However, their pace and shouting suddenly stopped. The soldiers in front stood firm and instantly petrified. The soldiers behind who were not aware of the situation could not control their bodies and directly hit the companion in front.
The people's steps were arduous and backed back, with an incredible expression on their faces. The people behind them were very puzzled and crowded forward with force again. They tried their best to finally see the situation inside, but were stunned in surprise.
Thousands of soldiers stared at the broken central tent blankly, and looked at Lu Ming and the other two with difficulty. In the end, they all fell on Erdun, who had turned into corpses.
Silence, death-like silence.
No one spoke, no one even screamed, only the whistle of torches burning, and the gradually heavy breathing of people.
Several leaders who held important positions looked at each other, and finally, one of them took the lead in plucking up the courage. Although he was reluctant to come close to take a look, someone must take responsibility at this moment.
Although the other leaders had a very unknown premonition in their hearts, they had to take steps and walked forward with difficulty. In just a few steps, they were already sweating heavily.
There were a few very loyal warriors who wanted to follow, but after walking a few steps, they could no longer lift their steps.
Several leaders finally finished the journey. In just a few dozen steps, they felt that they had crossed several mountains, and even though they were almost exhausted, they finally mustered up the courage to look at the broken corpse.
With a bang, several people suddenly felt as if they were struck by lightning!
"Sir, Lord Erdun was actually killed..." The shocked voices of several people were moaning in pain at this moment.
"What!" The soldiers were restless: "Sir, I have the strength of the Sword Saint, and even Chief Bal is helpless against the power of the Lord. In the end, I died in the battle. But why was the Lord killed? It was these four boys who did it?"
"Don't forget, the Destruction Sword Saint has reached the level of a half-step Sword Saint. Maybe he will press his black hand!"
"It must be that old thing, otherwise the lord will never die!"
The warriors screamed, and the discussions were overwhelming, but several leaders were silent because they knew the strength of the adults better than other warriors, and at the same time they had a little understanding of the power of the Destruction Sword Saint, knowing that if they were fighting, half of the tents in this barracks might have disappeared.
But now, apart from the violent energy fluctuations that had just been heard, there was not even a shout, and even the adults did not shout until they died.
"Is it because the adults disdain to call people, or... there is no chance at all?" Several people thought involuntarily, especially when they saw the shock, disbelief, and the final struggle, they could see that they would not believe that they would die like this until they died.
With a shout, several leaders were alert and flew backwards. However, in their backward sight, a huge two-handed sword slashed directly on Erdun's pretty complete neck, and then a big hand reached down to grab his hair and grabbed the head that was cut off.
Zhuoligetu held a giant sword in one hand and a head in the other, and looked at the soldiers on both sides with a small eyes.
The grassland warriors suddenly felt a bone-broken cold coming, as if they were treated as dead, and their steps instinctively retreated. Seeing that the adults were holding their heads in their hands, the soldiers knew that the civil war on the grassland was over, and at least there would be no more scenes of warriors fighting.
Zhuo Ligetu snorted, turned around and saw Lu Ming and the other three brothers, and said proudly: "Brothers, let's go!"