Although the weapons used by the two swordsmen on the field are all swords, they have completely different concepts. The sword intent is directly different, and even similar to the sword hall, it also has a strong historical flavor!
This swordsman is young enough, obviously the swordsman and martial arts he practices, and has a profound enough history.
Lu Ming couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that the origin of this swordsman was not simple. Wang Meng was definitely not his opponent.
The next moment, the white-robed swordsman seemed to feel bored, and suddenly slashed out with a sword, instantly knocking the opponent out.
Wang Meng was shocked. Because he was mobilizing the cold attributes, he could no longer control his true energy when he was knocked away. He made his face pale for a moment, and his hair became a layer of frost, and the blood spurted out of his mouth became sticky.
He struggled hard for several times, trying hard to stand up, but he could not do it at all. The other party had already seriously injured him with just one sword!
"Huh? What's going on?" Jianshe's eyelids jumped violently. The battle that seemed impossible to end in a short time just now, how could it be over in an instant?
Several swordsmen with obvious senses suddenly felt a burst of energy all over their bodies, and shouted in surprise: "Sword Saint? Defeat the intermediate sword king with one sword. This is the strength of the Sword Saint!"
"That's right, and he can't stand up with his long-famous Wang Meng's sword. He is definitely a sword saint!"
"But he is too young, right? It seems that he is definitely not over thirty years old, so he will be the Sword Saint? How many years can he have been practicing sword skills in total?"
"Horrible! It's simply terrifying!"
The onlookers were amazed, but in amazement, they thought jealously, that's best if your sword realm is very unstable, you will lose all your true energy in a few years, or directly explode and die!
The white-robed swordsman looked at Wang Meng who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and kept struggling. Then he looked around at the onlooker, and immediately smiled proudly: "Sword Hall? That's all!"
Almost all the swordsmen present changed their faces. They were very angry, but they did not dare to challenge this young and excessive swordsman. It was really no different from seeking death.
Lu Ming didn't care about the other party's obvious provocative tone at all. If he really started fighting, even if he was a sword saint, he had sword marks, and this representative of the swordsmanship achievements would definitely have the confidence to fight him.
Besides, fighting has never been a powerful side or a must-win. There are countless combat factors included in it, and Lu Ming has always been a master in control of this aspect.
The white-robed swordsman looked at the circle of full-colored struggle and hesitated, but did not step forward, and shook his head bored. Then he raised his brow and looked at Ma Rufeng, the sword in his hand pointed directly at him, and a sword energy shot over.
Ma Rufeng's heart suddenly thumped. He jumped again! Although he often fought and killed, he went through life and death, but he was all about reaping other people's lives. If he was asked to fight with others, he would never do it. What's more, the other party was a sword saint?
But this sword energy was so sharp and ruthless that several thoughts had flashed through Ma Rufeng's mind, but he could not take it. The only way out was to retreat.
Ma Rufeng immediately retreated, but he realized that he was wrong at this moment. The more he retreated, the faster the sword energy was. In just a moment, he had no choice but to retreat, and the sword energy was already reaching his throat!
"Enough!"
At this time, the sword master of the sword hall said majestic. With a wave of his hand, a sword energy instantly dispersed the fierce sword energy and relieved Ma Rufeng's siege.
The sea breeze blew by, and Ma Rufeng immediately shivered. It was not until this time that he realized that in just a short moment, he had sweated heavily, and the shadow of death had been shrouded in his heart. He could not dissipate for a long time.
The feeling of death...
Thump! Ma Rufeng sat on the wet coast with his butt, his face extremely pale.
"Ha! It's boring!" The white-robed swordsman shrugged and waved his hand to retract the sword from the scabbard.
The sword master's face was as cold as ice, and he walked over. He glanced at Ma Rufeng, who had not yet reminisced about the threat of death, turned around and said to the white-robed swordsman: "I don't care which of the five hidden wealthy families you are. As long as you come to my sword hall, you must abide by my rules."
"Rules?" The white-robed swordsman smiled proudly and said, "You are the sword master in the sword hall, are you?"
The expression on Master Jian Zun's face was still the same, and he was not furious because he was underestimated. The cultivation he had developed for many years played a role at this moment.
"Yes, I am one of the sword masters in the sword hall. I will forget this time, but if there is another time, I don't care whether you are a disciple of one of the five hidden wealthy families, as long as I break the rules of the sword hall, I will kill you with one sword!"
Jian Zun's words were straightforward, but Lu Ming did not feel that Jian Zun had murderous intentions, and he was obviously a little afraid of the other party's behavior.
However, why have the five hidden wealthy families never heard of? Even the general history of the Sword Qi Continent that was crossed in the Sword Academy, there is no record of this?
Where are they? When did they begin to hide? Or, in what era did their family originate?
Lu Ming's heart was full of questions, and now it seems that the emergence of these hidden wealthy families might be able to find that disappearing history.
Lu Ming knew it and suppressed this matter. His first priority is to participate in the competition and win the championship to eliminate the sword demon. As for the others, I will talk about it later.
"Kill me?" The white-robed swordsman sneered proudly: "If you want to kill me, think about it again."
After saying that, he turned around and left. The swordsmen who were watching were shocked and quickly made way. He smiled proudly, and his figure flashed, disappeared into the crowd.
Jian Zun's mouth twitched for a few moments without anyone's attention, and then said to the staff beside him: "They're almost there, prepare their residence."
Along the coast of the sea, there is a huge building complex. Just by looking around, it is no less than a small town.
The buildings are neat and uniform, and the format is basically the same. In the square directly in front of the building, nearly 10,000 people have gathered!
These people stand according to their own teams, some under the banner of the country, and some are marked by sects.
As soon as Lu Ming came in, he knew that not only people from Jiantang could participate in this competition, but even various sects could send people to participate. This also made the number of participants very large, definitely more than ten thousand people.
The team where Lu Ming was located was also arranged to a position, and then the staff of Jiantang led other teams to specific positions from time to time, and then distributed door signs for the residence.
Looking at the vast sea of smoke and the crowds that kept gathering, the swordsmen in Zhenyuan were full of bitterness and said self-deprecatingly: "We are also a team of a country. Now it seems that even a sect in the Breeze Empire has sent more swordsmen than us!"
"Yes, a country is actually inferior to a sect in the country... I finally understand why we are called the bottom sword hall. This is really worthy of its name."
"I don't know if I don't go out, I'm shocked when I go out!"
"Just just treat it as a formality and see the world! Alas!"
Looking at his team of about twenty people, the Zhenyuan swordsmen shook their heads and smiled bitterly, sighed, and their eyes were full of coldness and discouragement.
Lu Ming successfully got the house number, ignored these guys and took his brothers to find the room. The first thing he had done now is to let Leng Jian rest. Although the opportunity to participate in the competition was lost, as long as he was alive, he would have a chance.
Lu Ming's ideas have always been so simple.
It was already afternoon when I had to arrange my luggage at the residence, but Lu Ming never saw anyone from the Sword Hall again except for the staff who managed the logistics.
"When will we go to the ring to compete in swords?" Lu Ming stopped a staff member and asked in a slightly anxious tone.
The staff looked at Lu Ming and felt that the young boy was polite, so they stopped and said, "What? Are you anxious?"
"Yes." Lu Ming replied truthfully. In fact, he was already anxious and just wanted to finish the game early so as to go back and destroy the Sword Demon. After all, he was waiting here, but the Sword Demon's movements would not be waiting. If he delayed for one more day, it would be equivalent to giving the Sword Demon an extra day of opportunity to grow!
What's more, there is another escaped Zhong Nantian? Although there is no news about his whereabouts now, I think he has been trading with the Sword Demon for so long, and maybe he has mastered some special way to enter the Sword Demon's territory.
And as long as Zhong Nantian colludes with the sword demon, no matter what they brew, the consequences will be very serious. How can Lu Ming not be anxious?
The staff smiled and said, "It's useless to be anxious. Not everyone can get on the ring."
"We are here to go to the arena." Ouyang Luo also walked over.
The staff sat down on the bench in the corridor and said, "Anyone who comes here wants to go to the ring, but look at how many people are there now? There are no need to say the elite disciples of the major sword halls. There are many sects, even royal families, and it is said that there are hidden wealthy families! Don't ask me about hidden wealthy families, I don't know. So many people gathered in one place, and those who can really go to the ring must be qualified after the third-level assessment and selection.
"Three-level assessment?" Lu Ming was stunned. When did he have to wait?
"Yes, so this matter is not something you can hurry up if you want to. I advise you to rest as soon as possible, adjust your condition, and after the arrangements are made there, you will be busy." The staff stood up, patted Lu Ming's shoulder, and then went to work hard.
Lu Ming was somewhat surprised by this result. All the swordsmen who were able to participate in the sword fighting competition this time were elites in the local swords hall, but the swordsmen were obviously not satisfied with it. They also needed to pass the assessment to reduce the qualifications of most swordsmen's competitions. In this way, those who can enter the arena will be all elites among the elites.