The apostle's heart beat violently for a few times, and he quickly used all his strength to barely control his body. However, Lu Ming was only the peak sword king, and he was an intermediate sword saint. Although he had not used all his strength just now, he was also a strength that surpassed Lu Ming's two forwards. What's more, even the peak sword king was still a sword king, and he was already a sword saint, so the gap was definitely not a little bit!
What's more, my own strength is not something that can be cultivated in seclusion, but it is something that explodes during the past two years of being chased. Whether it is the understanding of swords or the analysis and application of swordsmanship, it is not comparable to ordinary sword saints. Even a high-level sword saint, I have the confidence to fight.
But Lu Ming's sword just now broke away his sword force just in a perfect way. Whether it was the timing of his sword drawing, the angle, or even when the sword tip pierced his sword's spine, it was completely hitting the force point of his sword!
He has such a foundation at such a young age? Or is he lucky?
Of course, the Apostle of the Sword didn't want this man who was much younger than her to compete with her. She clenched her silver teeth and her own strength was constantly improving, but in the fierce battle, her heart still felt cold.
Even at his peak state of intermediate sword saints, he was no longer suppressed by Lu Ming, let alone suppress him. The apostle thought helplessly.
Lu Ming was amazed at the power of the apostle, and her swordsmanship was very skilled, and she was definitely not an ordinary swordsman. During the battle, Lu Ming began to observe the apostle's swordsmanship and recorded the marrow completely.
At the same time, Lu Ming also discovered that his brothers had already gone to fight and fought against other people. Although the gap in strength was too large, the three of them had formed the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation, and the opponent's sword saint was helpless for a moment.
The people from the Sword Hall have also been mobilized. They also used group attack tactics. Often, more than a dozen people formed a large sword formation and fought around a sword saint. Although there were casualties, they stopped other sword saints from approaching the carriage.
Ouyang Luo? He actually got involved among the staff of the Sword Hall to deal with the Sword Saint who had saved him?
Lu Ming knew very well that Ouyang Luo certainly had the strength to fight his senior brother alone. But he didn't expect that he was also helping the sword hall.
After entering the inside, Lu Ming immediately understood. The Greedy Wolf Sword Lord made two preparations. After all, there is a Sword Lord in the Sword Hall today. Even if the assassination of the Sword Priest failed, there would be other ways.
As for the specifics, Lu Ming does not intend to think about it in detail. After all, he has his own brothers here.
But if you have strong enough, how could you still be like now?
Lu Ming felt very helpless. He raised the sword in his hand and held the apostle's sword. Then the sword edge went down and shining sparks were drawn. The tip of the sword pointed to the slender finger behind the hilt of the sword guard.
"ah!"
The Apostle of the Sword suddenly exclaimed, watching Lu Ming's sword tip approaching almost at the speed of lightning, and knew that if he wanted to hold the sword, his fingers and even his wrists might be out of order, but if he let go, what is the swordsman called if he loses the sword? And he lost to Lu Ming, who is younger than him and has a lower sword realm than him?
The apostle was struggling, but her exclamation played a role, causing Lu Ming to turn around in his thoughts. His wrist turned the slant into a horizontal slap, and he patted the apostle's soft belly.
Bang! Ah!
The apostle's body was slapped by Lu Ming's sword and flew backwards. She let out a series of screams in the air, but found that there was no pain as expected. The power was very strong, but it was gentle, almost holding herself to fly backwards...
The apostle looked at Lu Ming and couldn't help but sigh, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.
The Greedy Wolf Sword Master's gaze suddenly turned and immediately locked in Lu Ming. You know, the Apostle of the Sword has his own personal guidance and grew up while being chased. She has Greedy Wolf Sword Body. Her understanding of the sword, combined, can be said to be her young version!
But he was defeated by Lu Ming!
The Greedy Wolf Sword Lord was very surprised, especially when he noticed Lu Ming's last sword, he was as if he woke up and changed the instantaneous sword momentum, which was an absolutely genius move!
It can only be further explained that his understanding of swords and his use of swordsmanship have reached the point of being superb and moving as he pleases.
The integration of man and sword? Whatever you want to do, what you can do?
The Greedy Wolf Sword Master was shocked, but Lu Ming's age and his experience would never be more superior than the Apostle of the Sword. So what exactly made him grow up like this?
The Greedy Wolf Sword Lord suddenly thought of the destruction of the Holy Sword Sect. A sect with profound history was destroyed by a small Lu Ming, which contained too many elements and information.
Now it seems that Lu Ming, he is indeed a very good swordsman!
The Greedy Wolf Sword Master retracted his mind and attacked the carriage again. But he knew that the hope of successfully assassinating was already very slim. After all, he could not escape the entanglement of the Pojun Sword Master, and it would not be so easy to escape with his disciples and subordinates.
At this time, a sneaky shadow appeared on the edge of the battlefield. He was covered in black clothes, a black scarf covered on his face, and even the sword in his hand was painted black. If he hadn't moved, he would have looked like a shadow.
The black shadow lurked quietly, moving forward little by little, and had already arrived behind Lu Ming. The black shadow knew that only when Lu Ming fought fiercely would he make mistakes and allow himself to lurk in.
Enough! The black shadow's sword suddenly stabbed Lu Ming's back heart.
Lu Ming's heart thumped and suddenly fell forward, his speed was a little faster than the opponent's sword. After avoiding the black sword, he suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and his body turned around in the air, and then a sword passed by.
With a swish, a bunch of blood sprayed out. The black shadow suddenly let out a strange cry, and his body quickly flew backward for two weeks. After landing, he stared at the wounds that opened the flesh on his chest, and then looked at Lu Ming with resentment, but then he was shocked all over, his eyes were filled with fear, and Lu Ming was already rushing towards him.
Of course Lu Ming would not let him go. Even if he covered his face and through the strange screams just now, he would know who these sinister villains were.
"What are you going to do? You want to kill your own people in front of me?"
Pojun Sword Lord angrily rebuked, his figure flashed, and he stood directly in front of Cheng Zifeng. The villain took off the black scarf from his face very quickly and showed his true face.
"Lu Ming, you are too much. Don't think that you are a little capable and can do whatever you want." Pojun Jianzun said sternly: "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, your crimes will be indispensable!"
"Explanation?" Lu Ming put away his sword and smiled bitterly: "If I say he came to sneak attack me..."
"Sneaking you?" Pojun Jian Zun sneered: "Stop talking nonsense. I saw him fighting the people who rebel from the sword hall, and then you stabbed him with one sword and said! What is your intention? Are you in the same group as those traitors? Ah?"
Seeing Pojun Jianzun's aggressive look, Lu Ming didn't plan to continue explaining, so he shook his head and said, "You are really not very good."
Pojun Jian Zun was stunned at first, then said angrily: "What? Do you dare to say to me?"
"Isn't it?" Lu Ming shrugged, "You are a person who does not distinguish between facts, and you are inclined to make sense and tamper with facts. Have I offended you? This is the first time I know you and the first time I have seen you. Ah, I understand."
Lu Ming rubbed his temples and suddenly realized, "Does there any unscrupulous disciple who you have ever defeated by me? Today I want to use this to vent their anger for them?"
"What did you say?" Pojun Jianzun's face suddenly changed.
Cheng Zifeng also struggled and said angrily: "Lu Ming, I admit that you are powerful, but you cannot rely on your own talent to create rumors about Master Jian Zun here. How could Master Jian Zun be that kind of narrow-minded person?"
"Lu Ming, you are too much. Forget it, you are even slandering Lord Jian Zun like this. You are simply ignoring life and death!"
"That's right, Lord Jian Zun is an existence you will always respect. You are so arrogant and you just don't know how high the sky is! "
"Hmph! He is only in his teenage years now. If he grows up, he will not even take the sword priest seriously? Why don't we demolish our sword hall?"
The staff of the Jiantang also surrounded him. Although some people saw Cheng Zifeng's sneak attack, no one would sing a counter-topic with Pojun Jianzun. At this time, it was the best opportunity to curry favor with Master Jianzun!
Ouyang Luo and others found out that something was wrong, and immediately rushed to Lu Ming, stood with him, and planned to argue.
"oops!"
A scream suddenly came from the battlefield, and almost everyone dodged in an instant, revealing the two shocked young people in the field. In front of them, a fat body was trying hard to get up.
Zhuo Ligetu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and climbed up with great difficulty. His pale face showed that he was still a little scared and said tremblingly: "You two actually want to kill me? I am an honest man. I have no grudges with you in the past and have no grudges recently. You really want to kill me! Lord Jian Zun, you have to make the decision for me!"
Pojun Sword Master looked at his two shocked disciples, his face as ugly as it was, and asked, "What's going on?"
The two young men immediately said respectfully: "Go back to Master, this fat man wants to kill me."
Zhuo Ligetu immediately said: "Heaven and earth can be seen. I didn't even move. You two slashed over with one sword. If my reaction was not good, it would have become four pieces now."
Pojun Sword Master looked at his two disciples and his eyes stood up. (To be continued...)