After Nangong Huajian said that, he made a move with his left hand, and a steel sword floated from Jiansheng and grabbed it steadily. He looked at his brothers and rushed towards Barhu with his sword.
Leng Jian and Fatty both reached out and waved their hands. Under the control of sword intent, the swords and the swordsmen flew out of their hands.
Barhu frowned. He knew that this was not a sword-watching in the air, but that he had reached a certain level of understanding of the sword intent, so that he could use it in this way. It seemed that it was too wise to kill them now!
With a bang, Nangong Huajian just rushed up and flew backwards, but he just wiped the blood stains left on the corner of his mouth and continued to rush forward, turning a blind eye to the sword that Barhu stabbed, and just turned the sword in his hand towards him.
Greetings.
This is the case with the cold sword.
The same is true for fat people.
The three of them are as tough as tireless wolf. Even if they die, they will tear off a small piece of meat that is dead. Barhu is in a hurry, but he has already started to dodge. He will never dodge these things.
The little people exchanged their lives for life. But Barhu knew that if they continued to fight like this, they could not hold on for a few times.
"That's true for life and death!" The swordsmen all started crying, but knew how powerless they were at the moment.
Lu Ming was silent. Seeing his brother flying backwards again and again and again, he was silent, and even ignored the rapid climbing power of Barhu and the sword that was about to be cut.
This sword is the real killer sword, but no one pays attention to it.
"Everyone is for me, I am for everyone! I've fought!" Lu Ming moved, his left foot raised, the sword scar suddenly activated, and instantly played the strongest. The sword scar kept collecting the sword intent,
Even all the sword intents that exist within a radius of 1,000 meters.
Lu Ming's left foot fell, and the earth shook silently for a moment. Countless sword intents gathered wildly under Lu Ming's will. During this period, countless vital energy of heaven and earth began to gather.
The dusk was dim. Before the sun set, clouds were accumulated in the sky.
The sky was like a storm brewing, and the clouds began to dance wildly, and the sound of the wind was like a miserable ghost.
In the world, Lu Ming is like a lonely dancer, working hard for the road of life.
Lu Ming's attention lies in the sword in his hand.
Lu Ming raised his sword, and his right foot had already stepped forward towards Barhu.
Barhu was about to kill these three guys as tough as the grassland gadfly with one sword, but suddenly felt a chill and his heart jumped up. He glanced at Lu Ming who was walking towards him with difficulty, and couldn't help but ignore the fat man automatically.
The three of them immediately focused on Lu Ming.
This is the strong's perception of power and the alertness of danger.
Barhu had already discovered that Lu Ming's sword actually possessed the power of the sword saint! Moreover, it was the Destruction Sword... No! It tasted like a Destruction Sword Qi, but it was definitely not the real Destruction Sword Qi!
But even so, how is that possible?
Barhu couldn't help but think that Lu Ming was just an injured swordsman, and he was an injured swordsman. But looking at Lu Ming again, how could he have such powerful power? And these powers were formed in an instant, how could he?
Maybe? I have been walking in the mainland for a long time and have never seen such a powerful and weird sword technique!
Barhu knew deeply that he was pricked by Lu Ming's qi locking, as if he was about to pierce himself completely. He knew that he had no choice but to go to the point of head-on, but he firmly believed that he would win.
The Sword of Death! Lu Ming slashed with one sword, and Barhu fought with one sword, as if it was the only picture between heaven and earth.
boom!
The sky was shaking, the earth was shaking violently, and the thick snow on the ground all flew back into the sky at this moment, like a large piece of marshmallow.
Barhu's sword pressed Lu Ming's sword a little, and he had already gained the upper hand, so he started to smile.
Suddenly, flames suddenly burned on Lu Ming's body, and purple lightnings rolled. The purple thunder and lightning swam rapidly on Lu Ming's body like a dragon, and then climbed to Barhu's.
sword.
With a bang, Lu Ming's bloodline opened angrily, and then cracks like babies' mouths appeared almost at the same time. Lu Ming's whole body was bleeding, and the thin blood lines rose more than ten meters high, causing blood to rain in the sky.
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The flying snow fell, covering up the entire world.
The swordsmen had already stood up, to be precise, they were shocked and bounced up, but they all didn't care about themselves and looked at the horrifying scene in total shock.
The three fat men were covered in blood, and their hands were almost completely damaged, but the sword filled with sword energy barely supported their bodies. They watched the snow fall to the ground silently, and they blinked slowly. They did not have the sorrow of death, only the tragic
The fighting spirit, and... waiting for the dust.
The snow fell.
Barhu stood on the ground with his sword, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ear holes. His body was burned by purple thunder and lightning, like a roasted pig, but he was standing.
Lu Ming lay ten meters in front of Barhu, and countless cuts appeared on his body, flowing blood together. All the meridians in his body were broken, just like the cuts on the surface of his body, but with a sword just now in his dantian.
It was already empty, and there was no trace of true energy anymore.
"Hahaha……"
Barhu smiled up to the sky. Although he smiled very reluctantly, a mouthful of blood flowed out as he opened his mouth, but his face was full of pride and arrogance, "Boy, if you use this sword in the realm of the Sword King, you will definitely be able to do it.
Kill me in seconds, but it’s a pity! You are just a swordsman, so now I stand, you can only lie down and wait for death.”
The fat guys and everyone's heads buzzed. They were eager to rush over, but found that Lu Ming shook his head gently. Even when he was about to fight, he perfectly integrated the sword and the sword together, but he still couldn't really do it.
Make up for the huge gap between the sword realm, time...ah!
Lu Ming sighed softly in his heart, blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth, but he was powerless to stop it. He whispered: "Brothers, I'll do my best...you, go..."
"Let's go? No one of you wants to leave today!" Barhu smiled grimly: "I have been thinking about it for more than ten years, for this day! From the next moment, I, Barhu, will become the real overlord on the grassland, and not
Then the chiefs control the territory, hahaha... Your Grassland Eagle Tribe is the foundation stone of my Barhu! You are also the ones who have made meritorious service, so these coffins are rewarded to you."
Barhu supported his body with his sword and walked towards Lu Ming step by step. The fat men and the other two struggled, but could not move at all. The bright red flowing on their bodies had dyed a large area of snow red.
Lu Ming stared at the void with his eyes and had no reaction to Barhu's words. He no longer worries about Jiansheng and his brothers because they were all ready.
Lu Ming's vision had already penetrated the thick clouds, crossed the mountains, and landed in Jiantang City. How can you be safe in your lover at home?......Farewell forever.
"Puff!" Mei Lian, who was practicing, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. She also looked at the sky, her eyes penetrated layer by layer, and then her heart felt severe pain and she suddenly fell to the ground.
Barhu grinned and moved step by step. Although his speed was like an ant crawling, he had patience to deal with these lambs that he could slaughter himself.
Whoosh!
Suddenly a roar came from the sky, and two black shadows were flying at extremely high speed. Lu Ming didn't need to check carefully, just to know that they were two powerful people in the sword saint realm. Judging from the direction they came,
It must be Barhu's subordinate.
Lu Ming smiled bitterly with difficulty. Even if he fought without any consequences, he was still powerless to make the situation come true.
Rumble...
The scene of hundreds of horses running on the snow was also so spectacular. Countless grassland warriors shouted and waved their horse whips, and their faces were running almost madly with the anger they had been tricked.
The two black shadows quickly fell to the ground, one tall and one short. They were two swordsmen wearing traditional clothes outside the border and had very obvious traces of wind and frost on their faces, which was obviously a proof of going out.
The tall Jianshou's hair was gray and his wolf-like eyes were full of rebelliousness. The hooked nose and two thin lips made the whole person look very vicious, but his face was full of surprise, and his left hand was not
He was holding a thin sword that was much slimmer than a long sword hanging around his waist.
A tall swordsman walked towards Barhu, but his eyes kept looking at Lu Ming, who could not get up on the ground, and said in a secret surprise: "Can the shocking sword just now be this young and indifferent little little
The swordsman used it? Judging from the sweaty look, I can hardly hold on!"
The short swordsman was carrying a giant sword that did not belong to Zhuoligetu, but the tip of the giant sword, which was about the same height as his, was almost dragged to the ground.
It can be seen from his thick and powerful limbs that this person's explosive power is definitely not ordinary strong, and the tall swordsman tends to be swordsmanship. Lu Ming thought silently, but his thoughts were completely instinct and his body could not do it.
A slight reaction.
"You guys are here just right." Barhu never felt that these guys looked so friendly.
The two men, one tall and one short, quickly saluted and began to check Barhu's injuries. They took out the pills accordingly. Everything was very fast and orderly. But occasionally they looked at Lu Ming, and a trace of concealment flashed in their eyes.
There was constant shock. As for the others, they didn't even have the interest to glance at them, and they obviously had firmly controlled the situation.
At this time, hundreds of Barhu's personal guards had arrived. The commander who led the team dismounted and trotted all the way to Barhu, took a set of luxurious khan clothes from his body and dressed them up for Barhu.
Many soldiers began to build simple but luxurious tents, with bonfires burning inside and rolling tea soup for Barhu to rest temporarily.
In an instant, Barhu had already completely changed into another person. Even though he had the serious injury on his face, he immediately returned to his heroic appearance.