The crowd started screaming, and the four genius swordsmen were the most surprised. They didn't expect that when they were thinking hard about how to counteract the tsunami sword energy, Lu Ming actually broke his move so easily.
, and his figure did not stop at all, everything was like flowing water, obviously full of confidence in his sword.
"Peak Sword King!" All four geniuses looked at each other, but there was a hint of bitterness in it. They all knew that even if they were at the same level as the Tsunami Sword, they would not break the move so easily. At most, both sides would suffer losses. But now
It's just one-sided...
Fang Tianxiao looked at Lu Ming's sword stabbing, and his heart suddenly jumped. His throat had a strong sense of needle pricking, just like someone was stabbing with a needle. He was about to break my throat!
The time of the sword was just a flash, and this kid was extremely fast!
As a genius swordsman, Fang Tianxiao naturally knew how many changes would be made during the battle. He knew that he could not stop Lu Ming, who could easily break his sword move, and his eyes suddenly became nervous.
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In desperation, Fang Tianxiao's right hand remained unchanged, but his steps were retreating continuously, and at the same time, his left hand drew a sword between his ribs again.
This sword is shorter than an ordinary sword, but its whole body is filled with a faint black light. While retreating, it slashed out with one sword.
Suddenly, Lu Ming felt that his sword was ten times heavier, and the radius of ten meters around his body became viscous and stagnant, as if he was deeply trapped in a mud, feeling indescribable.
With a sound, Lu Ming's sword stabbed on the left-hand sword, and was troubled by inexplicable power. The sword tip pointed from the opponent's throat to the chest.
Fang Tianxiao was shocked again. Even if he stabbed his chest, he would not be able to survive! In desperation, he turned his body suddenly and smashed his right sword hard on Lu Ming's sword.
Bang!
A loud bang suddenly emanated. Then Fang Tianxiao screamed, and a bloodline shot from his left arm. Naturally, the left-hand sword could not hold it, and his figure suddenly looked like a kite with a broken string.
Flying backwards.
Everyone's gaze floated ten meters away with Fang Tianxiao's figure before stopping. With a thud, he hit the ground hard, causing the injured left arm to spew out a stream of blood again.
"Huh?" Ba Jian Li Batian frowned. He knew that even if he used his unparalleled fierce power to fight Fang Tianxiao, he would not be able to not only break the opponent's move, but also resist the opponent.
Knock him away under the circumstances, this is definitely a power that is completely superior to Fang Tianxiao!
But how is that possible? Judging from this kid's young age, he is definitely no more than twenty years old. Is it possible to be a swordsman? It's definitely not possible. If that's the case, I would rather believe that Fang Tianxiao is a real swordsman.
The other genius swordsmen were also very shocked, and they were silently calculating that their strength was different from that of Lu Ming.
The younger brothers brought by Fang Tianxiao immediately jumped up and helped him up with all his might.
Fang Tianxiao twisted his fingers twice, threw all his brothers out, looking at Lu Ming almost ferociously... He actually picked up his sword leisurely!
That's a gravity sword! Fang Tianxiao's heartbroken eyes were twitching. The sword was made of very scarce materials and was made by the top sword-casting master for three years. It is driven by sword energy and can be done.
To increase the gravity within a radius of ten meters ten times!
That's what I used to save my life at critical moments! Did this kid actually take it away like this?
Fang Tianxiao was extremely heartbroken. But now he was determined to let him fight Lu Ming again. After all, he had already put all his strength in order to establish a taller majesty, but the other party still easily defeated him.
But the gravity sword...
I can only find a way out in the future. Although Fang Tianxiao was unwilling to accept it, he was very conscious of the times and had to avoid his sharp edge in front of me. I would like to make a long-term plan.
He wanted to leave, but Lu Ming still refused. He injured Leng Jian and almost died. Even if he had first aid with the killer's treatment, he could not participate in this competition at all.
It is absolutely impossible to completely rectify your injuries without two months, not to mention that you are now hurting Zhuoligetu?
Lu Ming didn't even look at the gravity sword, but put it on his waist. At this moment, he had no intention of studying its specific functions, but looked at Fang Tianxiao and said lightly: "If you don't have the strength, don't come to participate in the competition, die sooner or later
If you die late, you will die, so what's the difference?"
Lu Ming's indifferent tone sounded in Fang Tianxiao's ears, like the cold wind blowing from hell, making him fall into an ice cave, and then shouted: "You can't kill me! You can't..."
Lu Ming stabbed out with a sword!
However, at this moment, a very grand sword energy suddenly appeared in the sky, like a huge mountain, pressing directly towards Lu Ming's head!
Lu Ming's body that rushed forward suddenly stopped, then refracted two consecutively at an incredible speed, and retreated like a flying one.
With a loud bang! The sword energy fell to the ground, bombarding and splashing large patches of sand.
Lu Ming's figure had already landed, avoiding the sharpness of the sword energy, but the remaining momentum also made him retreat for more than ten steps before he truly removed his power.
"When you arrive at Jiandao, you are not allowed to fight again. If anyone dares to cause trouble, you will be disqualified immediately."
With this extremely majestic voice, an old man with white hair and beard descended from the sky, like a god descending.
The onlookers immediately shrank their necks and carefully retreated.
From their whispering conversation, Lu Ming heard that this person was the Sword Master of the General Hall, in charge of the discipline of this competition.
Lu Ming glanced at Fang Tianxiao, who was like he was granted a general amnesty, touched the gravity sword on his waist, retreated to Ouyang Luo and others, and said nothing more.
It was just now that the sword master's sword energy was very grand, and his power was beyond doubt. The key was that his intention was to force him to retreat and he had no real murderous intent, so Lu Ming didn't plan to say anything else, so Fang Tian laughed so well
Luck.
Lu Ming's heart suddenly moved and he realized that the flow of air was abnormal. It was obvious that someone was drawing a large amount of energy from heaven and earth.
Ding Ding Dangdang...
At this time, the sound of fighting came from the other side of the coast.
This situation made Lord Jian Zun, who had just set the rules, feel very dissatisfied. His face immediately sinks and he walks to the other side.
Chapter 3
The sky and sea after the storm were very clear, and the depressing mood was instantly comfortable, just as bright as the sky and sea. Such a scenery could not be created no matter how much money it had.
Lu Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he was filled with admiration for the power of heaven and earth that nature could be called magical.
The sudden sound of fighting not only made a sword master in Jiantang General Hall look gloomy, but even the swordsmen who came to participate began to be surprised. After all, fighting at this moment is equivalent to challenging the majesty of Jiantang!
Feeling the faint fluctuations coming from the world, Lu Ming also became interested in this fight and walked over.
The fighting sound was three hundred meters away, but a swordsman there could still touch the energy of heaven and earth near his body, and his strength must be quite high.
The battlefield soon appeared in front of Lu Ming. Both swordsmen were young and looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. The swordsmen wearing swordsman costumes and swordsman badges on their chests had intermediate swords.
The strength of the king!
If this is outside, it will definitely be a strength that countless swordsmen envied, and it can make too many elderly swordsmen feel ashamed.
At this moment, a faint white light flashed on his body, and a stream of cold sword energy was swept out by him with one sword at a time. There were waves of cold air in the air. Obviously, his sword technique could mobilize the cold attributes.
"Wang Meng? Is this Wang Meng, the youngest master in the Chuanhua Kingdom?" The people onlookers obviously knew this swordsman.
"That's right, look at the badge on his chest, which is the logo of winning the first place in the sword hall trial of the Sichuan Empire. Who is the one who fights him? It's very strange!"
Lu Ming filtered out most of the discussions, allowing the perception to capture a few useful pieces of information. After hearing these people's words, Lu Ming also noticed that Wang Meng did have the badge of the sword hall, which in the eyes of most people,
That is a symbol of glory.
However, Wang Meng's other party, a swordsman who was wearing a white robe, who was about the same age as him and even looked younger than him, calmly lifted the sword energy with one sword at a time.
In the gap, the white-robed swordsman also had a teasing look like a cat and a mouse on his face.
Lu Ming immediately realized that the white-robed swordsman had a total strength that surpassed Wang Meng. However, because of the existence of the sword master, Lu Ming did not intend to call the sword scar's power so close. At the same time, Lu Ming noticed the white-robed swordsman
He also wore a badge on his chest, with a sharp sword that was breaking through the sky!
"What is this logo? Why have you never seen it? You haven't even heard of it?" Lu Ming was well-read about the general history of the mainland, but no matter how hard he thought and recalled it, he did not find any sects related to it.
And that was definitely not a sign belonging to the Sword Hall. Ouyang Luo and others next to him were also confused, and it seemed that they didn't know either.
But no matter which sect he comes from, why is his sword technique so different?
Lu Mingzai looked carefully at the sword technique used by the White-robed Swordsman, without missing any details. He found that whether the White-robed Swordsman mobilized the true energy, circulated the true energy, or even finally swung the sword, it was all his.
The opponent is completely different!
But Lu Ming really wanted to tell the specific differences, and he could not answer in a short period of time, and he could not call the sword marks, so he could only observe based on his appearance.
But just the appearance is completely different.
Lu Ming even compared the sword skills he had practiced, but there was a real difference. This feeling was like the difference between a 110-meter hurdle and a race walk, although it was all track and field events,