After seeing Fire and Wind, Lu Ming suddenly thought of a wonderful sword technique lost on the earth. Practicing this sword technique allows you to master specific elements of heaven and earth. According to conventional classification, it is gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.
But today Lu Ming actually saw the wind attribute, which is different from the Five Elements Sword Technique in his impression. Through their battle, Lu Ming found that the skills they practiced were very unique and matched with swords. Moreover, they used specific true energy to release specific sword energy.
But what do they use to choose martial arts? If they choose martial arts and swords that are incompatible, they are almost all attributes?
This made Lu Ming think of a noun that almost disappeared from the earth, spiritual roots!
Is it obvious that the way of choosing attributes in the Nandun Empire's swordsmanship is different from the sword body of the Zhenyuan Empire?
But Lu Ming knew that whether it was the spiritual roots that chose attributes or the powerful sword body talent, there must be similarities.
And now it seems that when they fight, they do not simply pursue the exquisiteness and sharpness of swordsmanship, but kill people with specific sword energy!
This also confirms why the two of them were looking for opportunities before, but were not in a hurry to take action.
"Huh? Their swords are so curious? And the sword energy released is quite powerful!" The swordsmen of Zhenyuan Empire have almost been the first time they have seen such a battle, and the sword skills used by the other party were completely beyond imagination, and they were very excited for a moment.
"That's right, it is said that the sword inheritance of the Nandon Empire is completely different from other countries. They pursue the attributes of the sword and the internal skills and mental methods that match the attributes of their own cultivation. With the complementary power, the power cannot be underestimated."
"Yes, look at this swordsman holding a blue sword. His sword realm is comparable to that of the Fire Sword Sword Sword. However, when Fire saw the wind, he was almost helpless except for walking with the wind."
"It's not the case. I think the timing of Feng Jian Jian swordsman controls the battle is very exquisite. Therefore, he will win with one blow." A young sword wearing a light white shirt and handsome face said with a finger pointing.
Cheng Zifeng next to him wanted to say something, but he wanted to say something but stopped. He just shook his head gently, and his eyes seemed to be thinking.
Zhuo Ligetu smiled silly and said, "Only when you walk abroad is to gain insight!"
The swordsman holding the Fire Sword was still a little charred on his face. However, he was practicing fire-attributed martial arts and had extremely strong resistance to flames, so except for burning hair and distorted clothes, there was no real big problem.
But with a group of swordsmen in the sword hall, which have always been at the bottom, the fire swordsman felt that he was very embarrassed.
"What are you looking at! Want to secretly learn swordsmanship or what?"
Fire Sword Sword Hand wiped his face and said angrily: "Just just a Zhenyuan Sword Hall, dare to point fingers at us? You don't understand the true meaning of the sword at all, you are just going astray of the sword! What, the bottom-ranked goods! You! The fat man in gray clothes is you! Why are you laughing? Are you capable? Come on, come and pick me up a sword!"
Everyone in the field immediately looked at Zhuo Ligetu. Most of them looked at the fun, but the Zhenyuan Empire was a little envious. After all, those who could represent the sword hall and participate in the sword fighting competition were elite swordsmen. They had their own pride. When faced with provocation, they would definitely use their lives to safeguard their dignity.
But this guy chose Fatty. After all, it is not a formal competition yet. However, being able to test the opponent's swordsmanship and combat power through this opportunity is really the best preparation before the war.
So they envied Fatty, the first person to eat crabs when they came to the beach.
But they were a little worried. After all, Zhuo Ligetu is now just the peak swordsman realm. Although it can be considered outstanding, the other party is the One-Strike Sword King after all!
This sword fighting competition is a true elite swordsman from all countries, with many geniuses secretly trained by the sword hall, so the usually arrogant staff of the sword hall can only become logistics personnel and do things meticulously.
The fat man didn't expect that his smile also caused trouble. It seemed that the other party felt that he was embarrassed and deliberately wanted to find fault.
The fat man couldn't help but smile again, turned his head to look at Lu Ming. Lu Ming nodded gently and said lightly: "Okay, let them see what a sword is."
The fat man smiled "hey" and walked towards the other side with his giant sword in a lazy step.
At this time, people watched one after another, forming two contrasting square formations. The clothes on the Nandun Empire were distinctly unified, while the Zhenyuan side was uneven, and it looked like a miscellaneous army. The other party's disdainful eyes were filled with jokes.
"Zhao Gang, give that fat man a profound lesson!"
"Yes, you have to behave properly, don't lose our Nandun's face!"
"Beat him hard!" The swordsman of the Nandon Empire shouted.
"Come on! Come on!" Zhenyuan was not showing weakness. After all, now, it can be said that the two countries are clashing, and at least they should not lose in terms of momentum.
Lu Ming was very relieved about Zhuo Ligetu. Although his sword realm was still only a peak swordsman, the three years of hard work in the sword ruins gave him a unique understanding of swords. His swordsmanship was very superb, and his swordsmanship outside the border had his own unique characteristics.
Looking at Zhuoligetu's lazy look, the fire sword sword hand's eyes were full of contempt and anger, "Can you be a swordsman like this? You also represent a country to participate in the competition? It's ridiculous! You dare to say that you have a good understanding! Fatty, I will turn you into a roast pig later!"
Zhuoligetu shook his huge body, walked to the opponent step by step, looked at him, and said, "Boy, you can start."
"Ah?" Zhao Gang, a swordsman in the fire swordsman, was originally going to say this, but he didn't expect that this fat man would steal his own lines! The fire elements lingering around him almost rush with his anger. In this kind of swordsman at the bottom, the country that is the last country, the useless swordsman dares to be so arrogant?
Arrogant? No, it is dullness. Lu Ming smiled indifferently. How can you understand Zhuo Ligetu's state of mind that he doesn't care about the battle between life and death?
"Ah!" Zhao Gang roared, and the sword in his hand suddenly slashed out, accompanied by a flaming sword energy of about a foot wide and more than three meters long.
Zhuo Ligetu didn't even look at the long flame dragon. He just looked at Zhao Gang with a smile, then blocked the giant sword in his hand, and the fat body slightly turned around, and he easily gave up the sword energy.
This sword energy has been running through more than 30 meters quickly before it turns into a piece of Mars and gradually dissipates.
The fat man grinned and had a certain understanding of the cohesion and power of this sword energy.
Zhao Gang was stunned. He could not understand the speed of the flame sword energy. He had the authentic flame sword energy technique and combined with the top-grade good sword with fifty forgings, the sword energy released can be said to be the point wherever he hits, but how could this fat man's seemingly bulky figure easily avoid it?
The Nandun swordsman next to him also frowned slightly. He was obviously embarrassed that he could not win this person who was at the bottom of the sword hall.
The swordsmen on Zhenyuan were shocked. Compared to the fact that they had just discussed it, the sword energy was fast and fierce, with a sharp and violent high temperature. Several people had already asked themselves that it was difficult for them to deal with this sword energy.
No! Zhao Gang was stunned just now and suddenly realized that Zhuo Ligetu had already come. His huge sword didn't look as light as he waved, and he was still hiding so fast with the sword. Is it hollow?
Zhao Gang's thoughts flashed and had to stop. He quickly flipped back and dodged to the back. The sword in his hand was swirling, and another sword energy was sprinkling out.
This time, his sword energy was like a long cloud of fire, completely blocking the fat man's path forward, obviously learning from the lesson he had just learned.
Zhuo Ligetu smiled again, and the giant sword suddenly spewed out a sharp sword energy that was not exactly right for his smile. Then it suddenly swung and cut the fire cloud into a mess in just a few strokes. Then the giant sword slapped the edge of the fire cloud, and his footsteps were wrong, and his figure turned strangely, and he bypassed the fire cloud and rushed forward in an instant.
What a fast speed, what a sharp body movement, what a weird sword!
Zhao Gang was shocked again. He had not won the two swords and suddenly felt that his eyes were like sharp blades, and he wanted to peel him away.
"Ah!" Zhao Gang roared again, no longer caring about his demeanor. The sword in his hand was swinging wildly, and flames were released almost madly like an erupting volcano.
The temperature of the battle circle suddenly rose. Although the onlookers all had a good sword realm, they could not resist such high temperatures and avoided them one after another.
However, they found that in the sea of fire, a huge body, like a flying wild boar, flying up and down, was extremely disharmonious and extremely agile. Accompanied by him were the cold lights pulled out by the giant sword. The flames were extremely cruel, but the giant sword always dodged or resolved sharply. What was even more suddenly, the giant sword drew an extremely tricky arc and suddenly cut into the source of the fire cloud.
With a sound, a long sword that had turned into fiery red flew out in the sea of fire, drawing a gorgeous track, nailed into the soil, and the hilt of the sword was still shaking.
Gradually, the sea of fire dissipated, revealing Zhao Gang standing there. The sharp edge of a giant sword was pressing against his throat, and the fat man still had a lazy expression that seemed to be unwilling to move.
how so?
Zhao Gang was shocked! All the swordsmen of the Nandun Empire widened their eyes incredibly surprised!
"Ah? Someone can actually break Zhao Gang's flame sword? And without any sword body, just one person and one sword?" (To be continued...)