Rong Erjia also felt that he was careless just now, otherwise he would never have lost so badly, and was defeated and injured by a sword. He raised his head, looked at Hua Fei with a sneer, and said, "Boy, I remember your sword. If you don't want to be enemies with the entire foreign country, then..."
"What a big deal? I don't even care about Jiantang." Hua Fei said without caring.
"What? Sword Hall? They don't even take Sword Hall seriously?"
The grassland warriors suddenly banged. They had never seen such a courageous person. It would be a ruthless person to say such words!
Barhu was in high spirits and thought that his identity would never make any mistakes. If they wanted to touch themselves, they had to consider the entire foreign country, but they didn't expect that this kid was so rebellious.
Sang Maotu was choked immediately, he pointed at Hua Fei and stuttered: "You actually...you dare...you..."
Sang Maotu really wanted to say that you actually commented on Jiantang like this. It was really a rebellious thing. But after thinking again, even if he said it, it would be useless. Since he dared to say this, he would definitely not care.
Now that I want to gain an advantage and move back to the situation, I can only fight!
Sang Maotu simply withdrew his hand pointing to Hua Fei, feeling that Rong Erjia's sword just now was too abrupt. He relied on his own strength to ignore the defense and had to prepare himself, and he could fight if he faced a great enemy.
Besides, I am the Three-Strike Sword Saint!
Sang Maotu slowly pulled out the thin sword from his waist and said in a deep voice: "Since you dare to be so presumptuous, how dare you fight me?"
"Press you? I'm enough." Ouyang Luo walked forward a few steps and said expressionlessly.
Sang Maotu didn't say anything, and directly pointed the tip of the sword at Ouyang Luo. His sword suddenly started and kept slashing around his body. One after another, one sword energy after another began to wrap his tall and thin body, and then it became a set of light armor made of sword energy.
In the light armor, you can see cold stars at any time, which are the afterimages left when the thin sword tip pierced out. These cold stars have already covered his body in a radius of ten meters.
"Meteor Sword Technique?" A prairie warrior immediately screamed: "This set of sword techniques is Lord Sang Maotu's famous sword technique. It seems that Lord must give his all!"
"That's right, that kid is so young. He must be far worse than the adults in terms of experience. As long as the adults take it seriously, he will never be like Lord Rongerjia."
"Yes, Lord Rong Erjia underestimates the enemy too much, otherwise even if he cannot defeat him, he will never lose in a short period of time, and he will use his own experience to gain the advantage. Alas! It's so terrible to underestimate the enemy on the battlefield!"
Sang Maotu turned his head and looked at Rong Erjia, then at Barhu. Seeing that both sides nodded secretly, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly shot towards Ouyang Luo.
Lu Ming shook his head secretly. Sang Maotu's swordsmanship is quite good. When he uses his swordsmanship, he can even activate the support of the energy of heaven and earth. Obviously, his sword intent and heaven and earth energy also have his own unique insights.
However, when he was about to fight, he looked at his companions, as if he had handed over his retreat to them. From this point, it can be seen that Sang Maotu's plan in his heart is probably just a draw, and he didn't even have the idea of defeating.
Such a swordsman has already failed from the starting point. However, Lu Ming was happy for Ouyang Luo. The future achievements of this guy are absolutely limitless!
The three fat men who protected Lu Ming were stunned and felt a sense of fighting from Lu Ming. The three of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They were so seriously injured that they still wanted to fight again. This will is the real swordsman!
On the battlefield, Sang Maotu was carrying layers of sword energy all over his body. It was like a flying meteor, emitting a dazzling light and pounced on Ouyang Luo.
His figure came in just a flash, fierce and arrogant!
"Okay!" The grassland warriors immediately raised their fists high, and everyone's face was filled with excitement. Some people had even bulged their veins, just waiting for Sang Maotu's sword to fall, and the moment of cheering.
Ouyang Luo looked up at Sang Maotu, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Well, this sword is a bit interesting, but..."
Ouyang Luo stabbed out with a sword, and then his figure floated up without any momentum or any gorgeous swordsmanship. It was such a sword that stabbed Sang Maotu.
when!
When the two swords fought to one place, Sang Maotu's gorgeous swordsmanship suddenly stopped. He immediately let out a cold snorkeling, urging the true energy to run almost madly, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.
"But you're still a little bit short."
Ouyang Luo had no emotional words. It sounded like a death knell ringing in Sang Maotu's ears. He wanted to exert force again to teach this arrogant boy a good lesson, but he was stunned. Then the sword in his hand could no longer bear the powerful force like an ancient beast, and suddenly flew backwards.
In an instant, all the sword energy and cold stars, like the thick clouds that dissipated after the storm, suddenly dissipated, as if they had never appeared at all. It was just that Sangmaotu, which flew backwards seventy or eighty meters away, proved that everything was real just now.
Lu Ming's eyes were full of stunning colors. This sword contained a full murderous intent of Greedy Wolf and an unstoppable explosive power, which was a pure sword!
The grassland warriors were already shocked. They didn't know how to express the scene they saw. They all knew more clearly that even the sword of the Khan Barhu in his heyday was nothing more than that.
But Ouyang Luo's sword is too light and freehand!
In comparison, Sang Maotu's shocking sword looked more like paper-patterned.
"Is this... the power of the small formation of the Greedy Wolf's sword?"
Sang Maotu stood blankly, his face was gloomy and he didn't know what he felt. What he was most pleased with was that the sword did not fly away. Although he was defeated by a sword and even suffered trauma in his internal organs, he still had the ability to fight again, and did not lose the sword and could only surrender.
Barhu was completely shocked. Although he had always maintained a heroic spirit, his face still couldn't help but turn pale. "I'm going to be here?" Barhu shook his head and thought.
Ouyang Luo Jianfeng pointed at Barhu from afar and said, "I don't care what happened, but you injured my buddies and friends and wanted to kill them. If you want you to commit suicide, you will definitely be unwilling to do so, and you will not follow me. Now pick up your sword and fight me!"
Although he had already thought of the result, when reality came, Barhu still trembled all over and his eyes turned to Rong Erjia. He immediately lowered his head and sighed weakly. Barhu looked at Sang Maotu again, and saw that the other party was still emitting blood. If it weren't for the sword in his hand, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
Greedy Wolf Sword Body!
Barhu shouted unwillingly, just a Greedy Wolf sword body of an equal realm, would have such power? Why, as a grassland hero, I don’t have a sword body?
Barhu hung his shoulders weakly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a slight click. At this moment, he asked himself how to fight again if he couldn't even operate his true energy?
"You do it, I can die under the sword of your Greedy Wolf's sword body. I, Barhu, are willing to do it!" Barhu's strong body stood straight, like a mountain, and his expression of looking at death made countless grassland warriors crazy giant swords.
"Don't just increase casualties. You are the hope of the grassland. Before you grow up, don't think about revenge." Barhu walked towards the battlefield with his back to Ouyang Luo, waiting for the sword to stab him.
The grassland warriors all cried bitterly. In any case, they would not feel so happy when they watched their khan beheaded. But as Barhu said, in front of the powerful men who could easily defeat two sword saints, all they could do was to be unilaterally massacred, and they could not even rely on the edge of the battle circle.
Barhu ignored them anymore. If these people could not control them, then there would be no hope of revenge in the future. But he still had a slight tremor that could not be controlled, and he couldn't help thinking, would his sword be cut across or slashed directly? It wouldn't hurt too much, right?
"etc."
Barhu was shocked immediately. He didn't believe his ears very much, but the voice was a little familiar. It was the fat man Zhuoligetu. Could it be that he still wanted to kill him by playing tricks?
"What else do you want!" Rong Erjia squirted a mouthful of black blood and said viciously: "We have surrendered, what else do you want! Ah? If you want to do anything, even if we have hundreds of lives, you will not be allowed to desecrate the majesty of the Khan!"
"Roar!" The grassland warriors all jumped up, holding swords with grief and anger on their faces, and were about to fight to the death.
Ouyang Luo raised his sword eyebrows slightly, looked at Zhuo Ligetu and said, "Do you want to take his life in person in the future?"
"Yes!" The fat man nodded heavily, "My revenge and his are already irreconcilable. If it weren't for you and Lu Ming, and my life-long friends, my family would have died at the hands of this hypocritical guy, so I have to avenge myself. If it doesn't work now, let his head grow for a few more years, and I must take it off with my own hands!"
"Okay!" Ouyang Luo directly withdrew his sword, glanced at Barhu, and said, "Then you can keep the things that my buddy temporarily in your place and keep them."
"Okay, I will definitely keep it well!" Barhu suddenly felt like he was amnesty. He even made a scheming statement and turned around and left, for fear that the other party would regret it if he didn't pay attention. He knew that only by leaving here and rushing back to the tribe as quickly as possible can he be truly safe.
"Don't worry!"
Lu Ming was sitting there, but his calm voice shocked Barhu again. He felt his scalp numb, and he didn't know if it really verified what he was thinking just now.
Rong Erjia snorted, "What? You all said you wouldn't kill me. Do you still want to regret it now? I think you are all real swordsmen, won't this be the case?"