"Zhao Gang's flame sword combined with the flame sword technique and then mobilizes the fire attribute energy. Its combat power is not comparable to ordinary sword energy. Back then, he fought against an intermediate sword king from another country for more than ten moves without losing.
Defeated, but this fat man has no sword body at all, and his sword energy does not contain any attributes. There is no such thing as restraint at all. But why did he break his sword move?"
"Yes! This fat man is huge and his sword is not as flexible as he is. No matter how he thinks, he shouldn't win!"
"Even if you win, you shouldn't be the lowest-ranking existence like Zhenyuan Empire? At that time weren't they all burned to dust by flames, their limbs were stiffened by frost, and they were blown to the sky by strong wind? When, that shabby, wasn't they?
Can the country's kendo win us too?"
The swordsmen of the Nandun Empire started to talk about it all at once, and there were even more meticulous people, from the sword realm, sword technique, and body shape of both sides, all the power they could exert.
Comparison. But no matter from which angle you look at it, the fat man cannot win, and may even lose miserably.
But Zhuoligetu won, and it was quite straightforward.
However, the situation in front of them is very inconsistent with the past practices and is completely contrary to the battle process and results in the memory of all the swordsmen in the Nandon Empire. Therefore, they feel extremely shocked and difficult to accept.
Lu Ming naturally had an indifferent attitude towards their evaluation, after all, the result of the battle was not expressed. Moreover, Zhuo Ligetu's sword now has absolutely no useless moves, and every sword he has been tempered in life and death.
It can be said that every time he stabs a sword, he already knows the result.
This is definitely not something that people like Nandun can understand. Zhuoligetu’s biggest weakness now is that the sword realm is not high enough, but no one of these Nandun swordsmen in the field will be his opponent, in front of the fat man.
They are just a bunch of novices.
But... Lu Ming frowned. Now it seems that this team is not Nandun's main force.
At this time, Zhuo Ligetu carried the giant sword behind him. He bowed his hand a little and said calmly: "I'll give in."
The fat man's words were very calm. In Zhao Gang's ears, this calmness became a matter of course. It seemed that he was destined to fail in front of him!
This is in front of one's own team. This is still the lowest among several countries in the mainland. Although there are other countries across the sea and on other lands, Zhenyuan is still the lowest among them.
Just lost like this?
Although the fat man said only three words briefly, each word deeply pierced Zhao Gang's heart. He clenched his palm tightly and wanted to go up and fight to the death, but one of the people beside him grabbed him.
He also said, "Junior brother, you can just get to know the other party's swordsmanship. Now is not the time to be impulsive."
Zhao Gang glanced at the fat man fiercely, turned around and got into the crowd.
The swordsmen of Zhenyuan Empire cheered suddenly. Unexpectedly, this unpretentious fat man actually gave his country a sigh of relief. He immediately became much more friendly to Lu Ming and others, no longer the same kind of personal care as before.
It looks like it.
However, in the eyes of Nandun Jianshe, the kindness of Zhenyuan swordsmen was already a naked costume.
The swordsman who had grabbed Zhao Gang before snorted disdainfully and said, "We are just the second tier. If we beat one of our average swordsmans, I feel invincible? Tell you, if we come to the first tier,
Yes, just a fat man, or you? Haha, it will be as easy as in previous years, to defeat each of you!"
Lu Ming never would have been able to take care of the other party's ruthless words that require face. If they really had the backbone of saying ruthless words, they would have rushed forward with their swords. However, this also verified what they thought just now.
It is indeed a second-rate team, and the real main force is not here. It seems that they are starting from other ports.
But Lu Ming couldn't figure out why the two teams were separated? But his team was with them, and seemed to be the swordsmen of the Zhenyuan Empire, and could only set out with the second-rate swordsmen?
It seems that Zhenyuan Sword Hall has made no achievements over the years!
Lu Ming shook his head speechlessly, turned around and discussed the other party's sword skills with everyone. After all, the other party's sword is a brand new field, from the sword itself to the martial arts practiced by the swordsman, as well as the sword skills he performed,
Zhenyuan is completely different.
They control various attributes in the essence of heaven and earth!
However, this completely different pursuit of power, which one is closer to the origin of power? Lu Ming couldn't help but think deeply. Moreover, today he only saw one country, and he didn't know what other countries looked like.
But for Lu Ming, who has been practicing and understanding for many years, no matter what kind of sword it is, if you want to win, you have to go through extremely hard training and achieve a higher sword realm.
The gap in the sword realm is too large, and the power gap is a huge gap, which is no longer something that skills can make up for.
For example, if a sword king fights the sword saint, there is basically no need to fight. If he can escape, it will be a blessing.
But between the same sword realm, or the gap is only a few tips, then there is room for exertion in the understanding of the sword, the use of power, etc.
In Lu Ming's view, the sword that can win is not because of practicing top-level martial arts or getting peerless swords, but because it is the correct sword drawing.
The right time! The right angle! The right swordsmanship and tactics!
This is just a few nouns, but in battle, various situations will happen instantly. If you can make the best judgment, you will win.
Control and manipulation of time is the essence of power!
This is exactly like Zhuoligetu was able to defeat Zhao Gang in the sea of fire with just one person and one sword.
But when it comes to the origin of power, everyone said it was the sensitivity to vital energy, and some said it was the sword body... They were all exploring the fundamentals of power from the perspective they understood.
Lu Ming knew that what they said had some truth, but it was not comprehensive. In Lu Ming's understanding, the origin of power is the rule!
Yes, it is the rules. The state has national laws, the family has family rules, the swordsmanship has rules, and the heaven and earth have laws of heaven and earth. Everything in the world has its own way of life and trajectory. Even animals, monsters, have their own sphere of influence.
And these trajectories of existence are rules.
It can be said that all the people and things living in the sword energy continent survive in this rule.
To put it bluntly, any planet is following its own trajectory. But at the same time, if the planet is free from the constraints of the rules, it will become a meteor.
The same is true for humans. Riot and chaos are the specific manifestations of the loss of rules, or the loss of the existing rules.
However, there are now two very alternative examples on the continent: the sword priest and the sword demon.
Through this period of contact, Lu Ming knew that their special cases must have been formulated or modified, but no matter what, only a real strong man can do it. It is not something he can deal with now.
Using the sword hall to deal with the sword demon is the best strategy. Ouyang Luo and others agree with Lu Ming's idea.
In this way, everyone discussed and got on the boat. The big ship raised its sails, began to turn its rudder, and embarked on its voyage.
The sea landscape is undoubtedly spectacular, but it is also quite monotonous. The swordsmen of the Nandon Empire were prepared for them. They took various fishing rods and fished lines and started to have some fun for themselves and add some food.
Lu Ming and others practiced in addition to chatting and discussing sword art! Almost as long as they had time, they practiced more monotonously than sailing.
Although this kind of life is too monotonous and too boring, true energy can only be enhanced and mellow. For swordsmen, this is the most interesting and meaningful thing.
Half a month passed like this, and the blurred appearance of a small island had appeared in everyone's eyes.
Around the big ship, you can already see the sailing of other flags flying around the big ship. Lu Ming saw seven big ships at a rough look. It seems that there are still many countries in this world.
But they all came to participate in the sword fighting competition, and you can imagine how powerful the sword hall is.
However, at this moment, the sails of the big ship where Lu Ming was located suddenly fell, and then the staff of the Jiantang swarmed out of the ship like ants coming out of the nest. They opened a secret door on the bow of the ship, one by one
The boat was pulled out from inside.
Lu Ming's attention was also attracted, and he found that these small boats could only carry one person at most. He really wanted to have a single kayaking on the earth, and he really equipped each small boat with a small boat.
paddle.
"Did you see the islands in the distance?"
A strong middle-aged man pointed at the island in the distance, and a thunderous sound rang in everyone's ears, and everyone looked along his fingers.
"That is the place where the sword fighting competition is, Sword Island!"
The middle-aged man ignored the expectation of some swordsmen and the expressions of finally arriving at the station. He had no expression on his face and continued: "Now, each of you comes here to collect a small boat, and then row to the sword island by yourself."
"What? Let us row over it ourselves? When will such a small boat arrive?"
"That's right, although Jiandao looks right in front of you, it will probably take half a day to pass by!"
Someone began to mutter. Although all the swordsmen were very proud, the voice was still very low in front of the manager of the sword hall. After all, there were several times when the storm was very strong, and it was easy for him to cast the sword energy with his single palm.
The huge waves that hit dozens of meters high were split and accelerated the ship's speed, but the power was extraordinary.
However, most of the swordsmen in the Nandon Empire had no objection and lined up in a long queue and started to collect the boat. It seemed that they had some experience. (To be continued...)