Damn sneer, it makes people want to step on his boots a few times and completely flatten his face!
Although Rong Erjia's body was already in the air, he was in the sword saint realm after all, and could fly completely, so there was no disadvantage of not being able to leverage power. He shouted coldly in his heart, forcing the true energy in his body to pour into the sword again, and the wind pressure he brought was even greater, and even the snow around Hua Fei had disappeared out of thin air.
The resentment in Rong Erjia's eyes and the excitement of revenge were combined, and it was indescribable to say that he ignored one thing. To be precise, he didn't care at all, that was, Hua Fei was still not moving at all, as stable as a mountain.
Lu Ming couldn't help frowning and couldn't see through it. Even though Jianhen was busy extracting the essence of heaven and earth through the sword intent to help him repair his injuries, he could see it clearly by his own perception and eyesight alone, even Barhu was just like this.
But now Ouyang Luo and Hua Fei and Lu Ming are really unable to see through it. Are they swordsmen or sword kings? Or...
Zha!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed sounded so harsh and surprising at this moment.
Ouyang Luo! Lu Ming's eyes turned sharply, and he immediately saw that Ouyang Luo's sword was unsheathed, and he stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his whole person shot up instantly, stabbing him with a sword.
Facing the sword that the powerful sword of the sword saint was almost exerting force, someone dared to draw the sword? Hundreds of Barhu's personal guards shook their heads speechlessly, with disdainful sneer on their faces. They were ready to wait for Rong Erjia's sword to fall, and they would deal with these ignorant boys.
Bang!
The two swords fought each other and made a strange explosion, and a cloud-like sword energy light burst out. Rong Erjia looked at Ouyang Luo who was close to him, his face was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twisted in pain, and even red blood light could be seen.
Whoosh! Rong Erjia just realized the unshakable power of the other party, and his body suddenly flew backwards. His mouth opened in pain was as if he was pouring blood.
He was no longer a kite with broken strings, but a polo that was smashed out with all his strength. He followed the angle of Ouyang Luo's sword and shot straight towards the ground, and then smashed it in with a bang.
Bang! The huge impact force carried by Rong Erjia made the snow on the ground tremble again. There was a human-shaped pit on the ground. The giant sword drew an arc and spiraled silently into the ground, leaving only one sword hilt exposed outside.
Ouyang Luo's sword directly damaged Rong Erjia at the level of the Second Front Sword Saint!
Seeing Ouyang Luo landing lightly and the sword in his sheath was easily retracted, the cold grassland exploded.
The strength of the Sword Saint! Lu Ming could only guess the sword realm that Ouyang Luo might have, but now he not only defeated the Sword Saint with one sword, but also made the other party’s life and death uncertain. This is simply...
Lu Ming had never been so surprised. Even if Ouyang Luo showed his strength at the level of the Sword King, it could be argued in any aspect, but he actually had the strength to surpass the Second Front Sword Saint!
"This guy..."
Lu Ming was unable to express his inner emotions for a moment, and only surprises were left. However, he had begun to merge the swordsmanship of the two worlds and made some progress. However, when he saw Ouyang Luo's sword, he knew that this process would probably be longer than he had imagined.
Leng Jian, Nangong Huajian, Zhuoligetu, all his eyes were shining with light. Although they were all very surprised, Ouyang Luo's victory was his own victory. This made the three people who had been suppressed and beaten, and their hearts were very happy.
The sword students were full of surprise. They could not imagine how Ouyang Luo could have such strength. Thinking about their father or grandfather, they were all people with status in the sword hall, and the sword realm was just like this. But the age gap was quite huge!
After a whimper, Barhu's body, which was already seriously injured, stood up directly. The tea cup in his hand had been shattered, and the tea soup mixed with a slight blood color dripping. This shows that his hand had been cut by the broken tea cup.
The previous swords that Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian only scratched Barhu, but he was cut by small pieces of porcelain.
This only shows that he was shocked and surprised so much that he had forgotten to defend himself.
"Sword...Sword Saint?"
Barhu's heart beat violently, "How old is he? I'm afraid he is only in his twenties? But how can he practice to have such strength? This... is so fucking irrelevant?"
Barhu is in a high position and has excellent sword realm. Through Ouyang Luo's sword, he has seen many existences that others cannot see, and he smells a scent even more keenly.
But it is precisely because of this that he is so surprised. Sometimes seeing things too thoroughly is a kind of pain in itself.
The Barhu guards who were planning to teach these two latecomers a lesson were all stunned. The battle just now was only a matter of a moment. No one could see clearly what was going on. It was just that the sword saint was shot into the ground with a sword, which was the best explanation of the result.
The arrogant arrogance of the pro-guards was instantly extinguished, and they all retreated quietly to Barhu with their heads and feet.
Rong Erjia jumped in the snow, but his body staggered. He reached out and called his giant sword, supported the ground with the sword, and supported his body. He wiped the blood stains remaining on the corner of his mouth fiercely, and said in surprise: "Impossible, I am the Second Sword Saint. I have been practicing for seventy years. How old are you? How can you defeat me?"
Ouyang Luo smiled indifferently and said, "I am a small sword body, and I have the strength of a sword saint, and I am just lucky."
"Greedy Wolf's sword body is small?"
"So he has the Greedy Wolf Sword Body! Just a small success, he can have the strength of a Sword Saint? If he is a great success, then what?"
"Sword body talent? Or the Greedy Wolf Sword body that is the main killer? This is not just a good luck, it's so lucky!"
"That's right, why don't I have the talent for swords? But this guy has it?"
The crowd buzzed and there were all things they said, surprised, envious, and jealous.
Greedy Wolf's Small Success! Lu Ming was also extremely surprised. He had talked about the sword body with the old sword master and the Destruction Sword Saint. He knew that this talent could be said to be in a million, and even the entire empire was only a handful. But if you want to reach the level of small success, you still need to have an extremely thorough understanding of the sword.
If your understanding of swords cannot keep up, then talent is just talent.
Nangong Huajian, Leng Jian and Fatty looked at each other. It seemed that Lu Ming was right at the beginning. It was indeed a good thing that Ouyang Luo followed the sword master!
But such good things are a great threat to Barhu's eyes.
Barhu's eyes rolled, quietly lifted the last trace of true energy in his body, jumped up with a bang, and his whole person flew out in an instant.
Zha! Ouyang Luo's sword suddenly unsheathed, and the murderous intent of Gangeous Wolf instantly locked Barhu firmly.
Barhu, who had been shot out dozens of meters away, suddenly froze all over his body, and he didn't even dare to move for a moment. The strong murderous intent of Greedy Wolf locked himself was no longer a needle, but a sword was suspended around him. As long as he moved a little, he would be torn to pieces by the sharp sword.
In just a moment, Barhu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. This was the third time in his life, and death was only half a step away from him.
The first time was Lu Ming's destructive sword energy, the second time was Lu Ming's sword, and now it is the third time.
But they are all too young and should be young, but they have brought themselves a series of fatal threats.
Barhu was very unwilling to accept it, but in the face of such powerful power of the other party, all efforts were in vain. If he could return to the tribe, then things would be a different situation.
But is the other party willing to give him a chance to go back? The answer is obviously impossible. Even if Rong Erjia, Sang Maotu, and hundreds of elite soldiers try their best to stop him, this kid with the Greedy Wolf sword body will kill himself with one sword before being blocked.
Feeling the cold murderous intent coming from all over his body, Barhu turned around freely and quietly looked at Ouyang Luo who was stabbing the sky with a sword.
At this time when you see everything clearly, Barhu has the demeanor of a generation of heroes before their decline.
Lu Ming nodded secretly. Although Ouyang Luo's Greedy Wolf Sword Body was only a small success, it could already send out murderous intent that made the soul tremble. In this case, ordinary swordsmen, let alone fighting, even escaping became a luxury.
This fear does not come from the gap in the sword realm at all, but directly affects the soul!
The sword talent is really enviable! Lu Ming looked at this long-lost buddy and was also envious for a while.
The tall and thin sword saint Sang Maotu narrowed his pair of gloomy eyes and couldn't help but snorted, saying, "Are you trying to be an enemy of the entire foreign country?"
After a buzz, hundreds of pro-guard guards suddenly felt awesome!
"That's right, no matter how strong the other party is or how high the other party's identity is, since he dares to make things difficult for Barhu Khan, he is making things difficult for the entire grassland. Any swordsman who is loyal to Barhu will definitely chase these people to the end!"
"Ahh! Our entire outer world occupies one-seventh of the empire and has a population of tens of millions!"
A strong grassland warrior shouted: "Do you want to face the siege of tens of thousands of troops? Or the attacks of parades outside the border? Or the countless assassins? Or the poison that you must be wary of when eating and drinking water every day?"
"Dare to make things difficult for Khan, dare to fight against the entire foreign country? I think they disliked themselves for not dying fast enough!"
"These people not only don't know that the world is high, but they are also very stupid!"
"Hmph! While our sweat is not angry, kowtow and apologize immediately, otherwise you will all be dead!"
The grassland soldiers only remembered through Sang Maotu's words that they were still the masters of the grassland! In just a moment, they had already begun to force each other!