It seemed as if someone had burped comfortably, and the sword light suddenly grew and widened. It was like a person in the sword light. He was constantly struggling, and the sword light would grow longer, and in an instant it reached a hundred meters!
With a sound, an old man with white hair and beard stood out from the sword light. His figure was no different from that of ordinary people. However, the huge sword light that was a hundred meters long was easily held in his hand, as if he was holding a pair of them.
Chopsticks are so easy.
The old man's small figure was in sharp contrast with the sword light he was holding. He was like a standing mountain, extremely majestic. Under the illumination of the sword light, he was more like a god, with a majestic body but not losing his entire body.
The fairy wind of Taoist bones was just red in his eyes, and there was endless murderous intent inside, just like the huge aura that was like a mountain or a god that emanated from his whole body.
"Sword Soul! Sword Soul of the Mountain Guarding Sword Soul!"
Behind Sima Town, a sword saint screamed with no master's style, his face even pale and distorted.
"Sword Soul of the Mountain?" Lu Ming couldn't help but frowned. The old man who appeared in the air and the momentum he showed, as well as the vigorous pressure like a sea of smoke. Lu Ming asked himself that he was only in the place of death.
I felt that it was the Greedy Wolf Sword Lord. It seemed that this sword soul must have the power of the sword master. However, what kind of existence is the sword soul? Lu Ming carefully controlled the power of the sword mark while thinking.
, flew towards the sword soul little by little.
Sima Zhen looked at the sword light that was still struggling and twisting, and couldn't help but brow and jump again! And after feeling the huge pressure, he had to distribute some of his strength to resist this huge pressure.
Sima Zhen didn't care to wipe the beads of sweat that oozed out of his forehead and said pale: "This is the sword soul! Only the 'Sword Master's Strong' will have a sword soul, and it will condense before the sword master dies.
Refined!"
Sima Zhen's tone was very serious. He deliberately emphasized the four words "Sword Master" and even though he was promoted to the Sword Master for many years, he had a great status in the sword hall. When Sima Zhen talked about the Sword Master's Powerful Sword Master,
The tone couldn't help but tremble. His body was even slightly arched to make his breathing smoother.
However, everyone present was under pressure silently. Although it was very hard to resist, no one escaped, but was ready to fight.
Because it is impossible to escape all of them. If you fight together, there will be a glimmer of hope, although it is very slim.
It turned out to be a courageous old man. Lu Ming couldn't help but exclaim the will of the people in Sima Town. He held a sword in both hands. Looking at the old man with white hair and hair, his mind turned a little, frowned and asked, "Is this sword?"
Is the soul of a sword master?”
Sima Zhen shook his head gently and said, "I am not very clear about this, but I can be sure that each sword soul is different. It seems that this sword soul can only be used to attract blood to awaken it.
, and each sword soul will dissipate after being used once."
Once! Although this sword soul released endless pressure and was constantly gathering strength, Lu Ming immediately became very interested in this time.
When the Sword Saint ascended to the Sword Realm, he once gave Lu Ming a sword energy that only could have in the realm of the Sword Master, and it didn't take long for Barhu to taste it.
When releasing the power of that sword, Lu Ming knew that he almost exploded. And it was precisely because of the limitations of his body and the uncontrollability caused by the gap in the sword realm that Lu Ming's sword power was greatly reduced.
However, even so, he almost killed Barhu on the spot. If he hadn't lived with almost all the human and material resources outside the Great Wall, he would have died.
Compared with the sword soul in front of him, Lu Ming immediately felt that his seemingly gorgeous and huge sword was more like a copycat, and the power of the sword soul was interpreting what authenticity was.
The power of the sword master.
The oppression is so tough. Even though the old sword saints such as Sima Town did not feel timid in front of the sword soul, each of them had blue veins on their foreheads and necks. The identity of the sword saint who made them proud on weekdays is now
They all bow their heads slightly, and there is a sense of humility invisibly.
The same is true for Lu Ming. That was the real gap in strength, but now that things have come to this point, Lu Ming is no longer afraid. He almost gritted his teeth and then he struggled to stab the sword in his hand to direct the offensive and defensive transformation of the sword formation.
Everyone on the battlefield was bent and carrying the almost irresistible huge pressure. However, Lu Ming's sword shocked them all, his brains were clear, and he immediately began to drive the sword formation and maintain the
Take the fastest attack.
Their breathing was very heavy, and only in this way could they feel more comfortable. The sweat beads on their faces were constantly falling, hitting the ground, making a faint sound, but they hit everyone's hearts like war drums.
As Lu Ming's sword edge rotated, the old men began to urge their strongest combat power and then blessed them into the sword formation. However, they usually set out the sword very neatly, and now they seem to be trapped in the mud, without changing the sword force.
It's all quite difficult.
"Ah!" Lu Ming opened his mouth and let out a violent roar, and then he swung his sword hard. The power of the sword scar has been urged to the extreme. The huge force it touched even made his meridians three times thicker, but there was no phenomenon of rupture.
After three years of training in the sword ruins, I finally withstood the test at this moment.
Sima Kong and Liu Yun retreated with their swordsmen in horror. Although they had spent three difficult years in the sword ruins, they were not enough to face the power of the sword master. Even if they were watching the battle, they would not be able to do so.
It is the fear that comes from instinctively that makes their steps retreat like a tide until they can no longer see anything on the battlefield.
And what they know more clearly is that at this level, they can only be a burden to the sword master.
This is not embarrassing, because Liu Yun and others are very convinced that in time, the sword master will definitely lead them to surpass Zhong Nantian and the original owner of this sword soul.
"Form a formation!" Lu Ming roared again, and his sword slashed into the air. Behind him or beside him, the old men slashed their swords into the air one after another.
Swish swish swish swish!
Dozens of sword energy suddenly shot out, but under the power of Lu Ming's control of the sword formation, these sword energy began to twist and gradually gather together, causing a layer of misty light to appear above the entire sword formation, as if it was
A huge shield.
Lu Mingkong showed his left hand and drew out his short sword in his arms. His hand swung his hand like Zhong Nantian shot out a sword energy.
The old man of Sword Soul was ready in just a few seconds. His hair and beard suddenly floated up, and the giant sword in his hand even slashed at Lu Ming and everyone on his head.
Ta. A sword energy shot out by Lu Ming directly hit the sword that the old man cut down. But it was like a tiny raindrop that hit the bulletproof glass. Even if it hit the bones, it would not be given bulletproof glass.
What kind of trauma is caused? At most, how many water stains are left.
This sword energy was not very powerful, but it was slashed towards Zhong Nantian in front of the sword soul with the power of the sword master. In this sword energy, Zhong Nantian once again felt Lu Ming's extremely firm will.
There was also an inexplicable panic in his heart.
Under the sword light of the old sword soul, the huge whirlwind that Lu Ming had just pulled the energy of heaven and earth and shattered, and the huge trees and various solid building materials turned into dust and flying chips.
Lu Ming and others shortened again, and even their feet were trapped in the soil. Lu Ming's face turned pale, and his throat felt a bit fishy and salty.
The sword moves first before it arrives! There seems to be only one sword in the world that combines momentum and power, and the sky seems to have been divided into two by the sword.
Just as the old man of Sword Soul was preparing, Lu Ming took this opportunity to experience the gap between the Sword Saint and the Sword Saint. It was more than just a few gaps. The pressure was enough to make people collapse. But Lu
Ming's sword formation has been completed in one step.
A sneer appeared on Zhong Nantian's lips. In front of the sword master, the sword master was just a dish, and it was not enough to make up for the quantity. However, Zhong Nantian saw Lu Ming quickly converting the sword formation attack and defense, and there was still energy in the world.
He couldn't help but frown at the sword formation. Then he turned to look at the mountain peak in the distance. He decided to go there to watch the battle for the sake of security.
Lu Ming crossed his swords with his hands, holding the light shield formed by the sword formation steadily. Looking at the sword energy that was getting closer and closer, his brows couldn't help but frown on his face, and his teeth were also clenched, as if
He has already mobilized his whole body completely wherever he can exert force.
Many old men felt Lu Ming's determination, and they all hummed secretly and suddenly rushed towards the sky with a giant sword.
Bang!
As soon as Zhong Nantian's figure floated out, a huge sound came from the world, as if the sky was collapsed and the earth was broken!
Zhong Nantian suddenly felt an extremely huge air current impacting him, making his body look like a fallen leaf in a storm, and he could no longer control it. After a few swings, he slapped heavily on the cliff, almost half of his body
Only after entering the hard rocks did he stop his body.
He turned his head in horror, but suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about his injuries and immediately turned his attention to the battlefield.
There was already a piece of ashes, and a huge mushroom cloud composed of energy fragments and smoke and dust was surging. From time to time, several out-of-control sword energy would pass through like fired cannons, and would occasionally rush through.
The rocks on the top of the mountain slashed a large piece, destroying the already dilapidated Holy Sword Mountain even more seriously.
Zhong Nantian spit out another mouthful of blood. He saw that the sword soul had become extremely thin, like a phantom, gradually dissipating.
The height of Holy Sword Mountain has been reduced by ten meters. (To be continued...)