Barhu took a sip of the hot and fragrant tea soup, and his upper body leaned forward slightly. Looking at Lu Ming, who had completely lost his resistance, he said, "Your sword, even from my perspective, is very praiseworthy, and it is a magical skill! It's a pity that I can't keep you because of this sword, but I can give you a chance to choose, how do you and your friends want to die?"
The fat man trembled all over, and his fat face kept trembling. He grabbed an ordinary long sword and wanted to stab it out, but before he could stand up, he fell to the ground. He roared: "Barhu, come for me if you have the guts!"
Looking at the fat man who couldn't get up even if he struggled, Barhu smiled slightly and said, "Of course I won't let you go. Don't worry, it will be your turn."
Several personal guards walked towards the fat man with great sensibility, and then kicked him around.
Barhu smiled and took a sip of tea, then looked at Lu Ming, and said, "You are young, have a good realm, and your understanding of swords is amazing. It's really good, I don't want to..."
"Old friend, I haven't seen you for two years. Your strength is so strong, but how can you become like this?"
The sudden sound made Barhu stiffen all over. He didn't even notice someone coming, and it was still so close.
The two sword saints, one tall and one short, suddenly changed their faces. They immediately guarded Barhu, but their posture was much more embarrassing than Barhu. They could tell at a glance that their mood was clear.
Barhu quickly regained his expression, turned his head calmly and looked at the snow field. Two people walked up to the snow field. They were both very young, but their faces were marked with frost and their clothes were no different from those of adventurers. But Barhu knew that no matter what appearance it was, they could not hide the brilliance in their eyes.
The person who came ignored Barhu and the others, but squatted directly in front of Lu Ming, raised his hand to feed Lu Ming a pill, and then said, "Old friend. I'm here."
Lu Ming's vision, which had gradually blurred, gradually brightened, and his eyes suddenly lit up, emitting unprecedented spirits, and said in surprise: "Ouyang Luo!"
Chapter 3
That's right! The person who came was Ouyang Luo who was taken away by one of the seven Supreme Swords! The person he brought was the disciple of the Greedy Wolf Sword Master. Although he was not a disciple of the Sword, his strength was also great. At least he came with Ouyang Luo, neither Barhu nor the two Sword Masters could notice their aura.
They are like ghosts in the dark night, without any sound.
Barhu's eyes moved as the two of them walked. He couldn't believe what the consequences would be if these two men stabbed a sword from behind him. Although they might not be like this when they used sword skills, they would definitely be very difficult for them to react, let alone themselves now?
Barhu looked at Ouyang Luo who was in a state of no one all the way, and came to Lu Ming. He helped him heal his wounds, and the hands of the two were tightly clasped together. The expression in their eyes and the changes in their faces showed that the deep feelings between them did not require words at all.
Barhu asked himself that he couldn't see through them. The key point now is that this person is Lu Ming's friend. He is definitely a very good friend!
Ouyang Luo helped Lu Ming check his injuries very quickly, and couldn't help but shake his head one after another, saying, "Old friend, you are still working so hard!"
"Life... is all about fighting. Even if you can't fight, as long as you try your best, there will be no shortcomings in life. Today I can see you. I have another regret... cough cough..."
Lu Ming smiled slightly and said extremely weakly, but this sentence also took away his lack of energy. He coughed again, and a bloodline was left on the corner of his mouth.
"You always see things so clearly." Ouyang Luo smiled bitterly and shook his head. A heartache appeared on his handsome face.
Yes, although Lu Ming did not hurt his internal organs this time, his meridians were broken, which was extremely ragged. If it weren't for his very solid foundation and his meridians were extremely tough, this injury would have turned him into a wasteful person and could no longer do anything, even ordinary people would be better than him.
This is the result of his hard work and he is one step too late!
However, Ouyang Luo knew better that even if he was there, if he could not take action before Lu Ming, he would still do this, because as long as he took action, he would have to do his best.
"This is mine... I'm considered a senior brother. His name is Hua Fei. We have fought like this in the past two years. It's more appropriate to say that it's a friendship in times of adversity." Ouyang Luo picked up Lu Ming and handed him over to the sword students who had been unable to wait behind him, and then said, "You have a good rest now, I'll deal with it if I'm left."
"Be careful." Lu Ming nodded with a smile, then nodded to Hua Fei, and then lay in the thick felt that the swordsmen had already prepared.
Hua Fei nodded kindly. He knew that Lu Ming would have unbearable pain without a single small move. The wound on his body that could even see bones and broken meridians was definitely not something that ordinary people could tolerate, but except for his weak appearance, everything was so light, as if the pain was not on him at all.
However, as a swordsman, especially a swordsman who was chased by the sword hall for two years, Hua Fei could definitely imagine the pain.
Although it was the first time I met Lu Ming, Hua Fei was truly admired by his willpower alone, and he felt that he wished he had met too late.
Hua Fei greeted the others again, and an incredible color appeared in his eyes: "Although these people are half-step swordsman, how can they compete with the Peak Sword Saint? But they competed and even seriously injured the Peak Sword Saint. Yes, they are all real swordsmen!"
Both sides are getting acquainted with kindness. Although there are no gorgeous words and sentences, the true nature flows on the face.
Barhu's full color gradually became colder. After all, he was a hero of a generation, overlord of the country, and the number one master on the grassland. However, he did not feel that he had such an effect, and even less than a trace of transparent air, so he was completely ignored.
At least as long as you are a human being, you cannot live without the air!
Barhu's face had just changed, and the short and strong sword saint roared: "Ha!"
Barhu's lips sneered. Since someone wants to interfere with what he has to do, then killing one is killing, killing one hundred is killing or killing one.
Although judging from the way these two young people appeared, their strength is quite good, completely superior to Lu Ming and others, and there may be a big backer behind them, their fatal weakness is that they are too young, so they let Rong Erjia clean up and eliminate one of his own major concerns.
Now he has two sword saints under Rong Erjia and Sang Maotu, and he is the master. Barhu picked up the tea soup again and tasted it comfortably.
The short and strong Rong Erjia was like a moving hill. He walked towards Ouyang Luo with a fierce momentum, stretched out his short and thick fingers to point at Ouyang Luo, and said angrily: "What are you? You dare to speak shamelessly here. Now you kowtow to my elders quickly, otherwise..."
"roll!"
Rong Erjia was stunned and even stunned.
Who am I? I am Rong Erjia. Even if the real sword king sees me, he will respectfully call me a master! Even if I am not a capable subordinate of the overlord of the grassland, the sword realm of the second-front sword saint alone is enough to make countless young people kneel in front of me, and what I want is just a little kindness of my heart.
But what is going on now?
Someone actually asked me to get out?
Moreover, the other party's words were so calm and natural, as if they were disturbing their friends.
Barhu was also stunned. Unexpectedly, Rong Erjia's aggressive aura was dispelled by the other party's word, and it was like a fierce kick and kicked the steel plate directly.
Barhu's eyes followed the sound and he wanted to see who dared to do so.
The sword students were also stunned. Unexpectedly, Hua Fei was so simple, which made them see some sword masters in Hua Fei. It was also true that the sword students suddenly felt confident.
Rong Erjia was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly shot towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be Hua Fei. His anger burned up. If Ouyang Luo or anyone else who had been beaten said this, Rong Erjia felt that he could accept it. But now he looked pretty good, but the arrogance in his eyes was so annoying, not to mention that he was looking at him unfairly.
"Are you talking about me just now?" Rong Erjia asked weakly. He thought about the situation back and forth twice, but no matter what, he couldn't figure out why this kid dared to speak like this. Don't he know his sword realm? He didn't know that as long as he moved his fingers, his life would be gone? Aren't he afraid of death?
But Rong Erjia naturally would not point this out. He just wanted to make sure now that he didn't know if this kid would change his words, and the giant sword behind him was standing beside him.
Hua Fei glanced at Rong Erjia lightly, then raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sneer.
Boom! Rong Erjia's blood boiled in an instant. The look of Cai Huafei's eyes was the greatest contempt for him. He screamed loudly, and his right palm suddenly grabbed the giant sword standing beside him, and slashed it down with one sword.
His speed was already incredible. When his sword had already slashed above Hua Fei's head, the ground was trampled by him.
Rumble...
"Go to die!" Rong Erjia roared fiercely. The wind pressure carried by the giant sword had already blew Hua Fei's long hair, revealing his entire face. This was a handsome face, with the lines like a knife carved, and his eyes were as bright as stars. His pair of sword eyebrows looked so heroic. It's a pity that this face was now carrying a sneer.