"Pojun, this matter is left to you. Lu Ming has things that are crucial to the sword hall, and you also know their importance, so this time I will leave them to you. No matter what means you use, the things on Lu Ming can only belong to the sword hall!"
A slightly old voice came out from the stone carriage. When the people in the car were talking, the swordsmen around them all bowed their heads respectfully.
"Master Priest, that boy Lu Ming is very cunning! He has already escaped from the family betrayed by Zhenyuan Sword Hall. My spies repay them for wandering towards the mountain swamp in the direction of Jinghu Lake. But don't worry, although he escaped from me cunningly once, he would definitely not have such good luck again!"
Pojun Jianzun was still wearing a gray cloth robe. When he mentioned Lu Ming, his eyes were directly stained with a look of hatred.
"Okay, you can hurry up and catch him first and bring back what you need in the sword hall, and I will arrive later."
The sword priest in the car gave the order, and then there was a silence in the car, as if the voices that came from the car just now were just the hallucinations of everyone, and no one was sitting in the car.
"Yes! I will definitely get what he has!"
The Pojun Sword Master respectfully saluted to the carriage carrying the sword priest, then pulled the reins and rode down the hill with dozens of sword saint-level experts. The horse's hooves stepped on a large area of sticky and dry blood on the plain, chasing Lu Ming all the way.
After the Pojun Jian Zun left, the convoy where the sword priest was also descended from the hill, and an inexplicable sigh came from the carriage of the stone carriage.
"The information about the Broken Sword has been circulated. The forces in the mountain swamps in Jinghu and the Trial Land should have heard this information. They all know the benefits of the Broken Sword. It seems that this war is inevitable... As the priest of the sword hall of the Zhenyuan Empire, it seems that I must make up for my mistake in judging Lu Ming this time..."
The voice of the sword priest was faint and no one heard it. But in the carriage of the stone carriage, the thick stone walls inexplicably cracked a few gaps. If Lu Ming was here, he would definitely feel the huge and strong amazing sword intent in the carriage!
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Wuhuang Mountains. No one remembers when this place was completely classified as a forbidden place for strangers.
In the large swamp in the Yanmian Mountains, the middle-aged man near Jinghu Mountain was blocked by a mysterious mist, and only many mercenary swordsmen would choose to come here to explore. The sword demon beads and the legendary sword relics were very attractive to them.
A mercenary team of dozens of people stationed on the side of the swamp all year round, waiting seriously for the mysterious mist that enveloped the swamp to dissipate, giving them the opportunity to go in and explore.
They will not be too risky. They will only wander around the periphery of the swamp every time, hunting and killing the lonely sword demon, hoping that the sword demon will bring a sword demon bead in the body, which will bring them a considerable wealth.
Early in the morning, a spy in charge of the realm saw the commander who got up and walked over carefully. The commander of the commander these days had a bad temper.
"Captain, several groups of people have come over the valley in the past two days, and the camp has expanded a lot, and there are already thousands of people..." The spy with a thin chin reported softly.
"I understand. From today on, don't look around there anymore, be careful of your head." The tall and strong leader didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes shrank: "Also, inform everyone not to have any conflicts with there... The people there are not something we can offend!"
"But leader, I saw many ordinary people coming over there. Are they going to migrate here to live?" The spy with a pointed chin couldn't help but ask back, but he found that the leader's face suddenly turned pale.
"Things that are brainless! People over there are not something we can offend! From today on, no one is allowed to talk about things over there!"
The blue veins on the forehead of the regiment commander burst out. He was the only one of the great sword masters in the entire team. After someone camped in the valley to the east, he wanted to find out. As a result, he only saw a few swordsmen responsible for patroling on the outside, and felt that their breathing became unsmooth. It was a pressure, the pressure brought by swordsmen at a higher level than his great sword master!
He also didn't know why so many powerful swordsmen came over there. In short, they were not qualified to know. For the sake of their lives, they could only stay here honestly.
The spy shrank his head when he was yelled by the commander, and immediately nodded and walked out of the camp. The commander's temper was not very good.
As soon as he left the camp, the spy suddenly heard a sound of breaking through the air. He and the early swordsman in the camp subconsciously looked into the air. A figure was flying over their camp with a sword and directly into the valley to the east.
"Sword Saint! How could a Sword Saint come here..." The spy opened his mouth in surprise, and he really couldn't figure out how the Jinghu Mountain Swamp could attract such a big shot.
Before he was surprised, several quick figures flashed quickly in the air, like returning to the nest, flashing into the valley eastward from the air.
The spy felt that a cold sweat was immediately soaking his clothes behind him. He also went to the valley there to investigate in the morning. There was a sword saint... the camp where several sword saints were in charge. How many courage did he dare to inspect the sword saint's camp?
As soon as his feet were weak, the spy collapsed directly on the ground...
In the spacious camp in the valley, many people gathered in a huge camp tent halfway up the mountain.
On the ground in the tent with a hundred steps and a wide range, ten broken swords were inserted on the ground. Lu Mingjing sat in the center of the sword formation, concentrating on what was sensing in the sword formation.
On the side, there were many swordsmen holding broken swords in their hands, kneeling cross-legged next to the broken sword and pouring sword energy into it. People in the camp could clearly feel the rising strong sword energy gathered in front of Lu Ming, and gradually turned into an increasingly solid sword intent.
"Boy Lu Ming, is this the broken sword that the sword hall wants to get from you? Can they open the teleportation sword marks leading to the higher sword world?"
In order to repay Lu Ming's kindness, Liu Jianwang and his group left the sword hall and were ready to be revenge by the sword hall. However, the broken sword formation in front of them was said to be able to teleport to the higher sword world. This is a great opportunity for their Liu family and other families. As soon as he saw the sword formation, he couldn't help but ask.
Lu Ming nodded: "That's right, I have seen the method of setting up the broken sword formation in the ancient tomb of the illusion. Now, as long as the sword formation is filled with enough sword energy, I can imitate the sword intent in the teleportation sword mark and split a teleportation sword mark."
"Hahaha, this is really good for good intentions. I, Sima Zhen, didn't expect that after I got old, I would have the opportunity to see the high-level sword world." Sima Zhen stroked the beard on his chin and smiled: "Don't worry, boy, we all sent our tribe members to patrol everywhere. As long as the sword hall doesn't find this, we will be very safe."
Lu Ming also nodded: "The sword energy in the broken sword formation is not as sufficient as in the ancient tomb. I need time. As long as I have enough sword energy, I will divide the people in the entire camp into several waves to teleport them. We must be careful these days. Although I tried my best to erase the whereabouts of our group, the sword hall..."
Before Lu Ming could finish his words, a sudden alarm sounded from the outside of the camp.
"Enemy attack!"
Everyone in the camp tightened their spirits in an instant, and many people frowned tightly.
Seeing this, Lu Ming was about to get up, and the Zhenyu Sword Saint beside him immediately stopped him. "Boy Lu Ming, you can run the sword formation here well, and leave the outside matter to us!"
King Liu Jian and others nodded, and immediately ordered their tribe members to go out to fight the enemy.
At this moment, a sound of golden swords and iron horses sounded outside the camp: "Lu Ming! Come out and die! And you rebels who dare to betray the Sword Hall, don't even think about running away today!"
The shouts rumbling, and everyone felt that the entire ground was trembling a few times. Several old people who collapsed in front of Mount Tai and did not change their colors. The sword intent in the shouts could not be faked, and they were very powerful.
Lu Ming frowned when he heard the voice: "It's Pojun Sword Master. I didn't expect him to come so quickly! Now we must not be confused. All the selected swordsmen continue to instill sword energy into the Broken Sword Sword Formation in sequence here, and quickly recover with the boneless dragon heart. The sword formation needs at least one hour to charge. We must not let him rush in and destroy the sword formation. When the sword formation is activated, I will come back and cut through the void..."
Lu Ming raised his hand again to stop Ji Wujian, who was also preparing to go out to fight, and took a deep look at his wife and children who had been with his sword formation just now: "Master, Meilian and Doudou are all here, so you can stay here and stay here to stay."
After arranging these, Lu Ming turned to look at Ouyang Luo and said, "Ouyang Luo, lead people to set up the formation. His target is on me. The sword formation must not be disturbed by anyone. I will go out with you. This old guy is not easy to deal with!"
No one questioned Lu Ming's arrangements. He nodded when he heard this, walked out of several tents of the tent in the tent in sequence, and rushed to the main entrance of the valley. In the huge valley, there was only one entrance there. Looking at the entire valley, there were huge tents of the same size.
Pojun Jian Zun appeared with more than ten sword saints. After finding the camp in the valley, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty lights, and he killed everyone when he saw it. Although the elites from several families of Jiantang were placed in front of the camp, it was still difficult to resist such a strong impact. When Lu Ming led everyone to the front, dozens of corpses were already on the ground.
There were also many swordsmen around the valley, and it seemed that they were coveting the broken sword in Lu Ming's hand.
"Old man Pojun! Lu Ming is here. This time you have done something bad for Jiantang. Those monster priests did not punish you, a lackey. You are really lucky!"
Lu Ming came up and spoke, and the voice came out from afar.