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Suddenly a stream of blood burst out from Lu Ming's side, and Lu Ming subconsciously flashed on his side. A disciple of the Angry Lotus Sword Sect was stabbed into his chest by a soft sword filled with sword energy, and was falling to the ground in awe.
A flash of light from the corner of Lu Ming's eyes. The sword of more than one person's long sword opened and closed after the sword energy in Nalan Tiefeng's hand. Almost every sword would kill a swordsman rushing to him. The young swordsman who died in his hand had been thrown at his feet like garbage, allowing a group of angry swordsmen to attack him.
"Sure enough, the sword is used to kill people..."
Lu Ming only felt a movement in his heart, and felt that a layer of fog that had been inexplicably shrouded over a long time gradually dissipated, and the sword marks in his body trembled slightly, causing the sword energy in his body to surround him, and his whole body seemed to be much lighter and more agile.
With his palm touched the hilt of the sword at hand, Lu Ming walked straight towards Nalan Tiefeng in the blood dyed the sand and gravel ground.
Nalan Tiefeng was bloody when he killed someone, and his ferocious expression seemed extremely excited, as if more people attacked him, the more satisfied him would be.
But the moment Lu Ming appeared, the figure of this young swordsman was directly reflected in Nalan Tiefeng's eyes. Like most swordsmans in the field, Nalan Tiefeng found that Lu Ming had not reached the level of swordsmanship at the same level as him, but Lu Ming's figure seemed extremely unique among a group of swordsmanship. Lu Ming just walked into the field quietly and walked towards him step by step.
Strangely, Nalan Tiefeng did not feel a trace of fighting spirit on Lu Ming. In his eyes, Lu Ming, who suddenly entered the venue, was like walking freely in his backyard, as if the bloody battles around him were in another world.
Nalan Tiefeng looked at Lu Ming slowly walked out of the swordsman's imagination as he and a group of swordsmen, step by step to a distance of only a few steps from him, but Lu Ming still didn't look at him, but he just squatted down slowly in front of the corpse that Qi Qing was thrown on the ground. He stretched out his hand to smooth the scattered ends of Qi Qing's forehead, which were stained with blood. Then his palm slid down, gently closing the eyelids of the young swordsman's not completely closed, leaving a piece of blood stained on his hands on it.
After doing all this, Lu Ming stood up silently. His eyes finally glanced at the half-broken sword that Qi Qing was still holding tightly in his hand, and only a cold and heart-wrenching coldness remained in his expression. He looked at Nalan Tiefeng in a blink of an eye and continued to walk into this tall and dangerous man.
"Interesting, do you think you can kill someone with a cold face? I just said that I hate that boy's eyes, so he died. And I hate your eyes now!"
The corner of Nalan Tiefeng's mouth was slightly raised. His height was as tall as Lu Ming, and his strong figure was a few circles thicker than Lu Ming. Seeing Lu Ming approaching him, he also bowed his head condescendingly and let Lu Ming get closer.
The sword light flashed, and Lu Ming's answer was just a sword. Many people did not notice when the long sword in Lu Ming's right hand appeared in his hand, and it was like a poisonous snake that held Nalan Tiefeng's throat.
An arm wrapped around the wide-blade soft sword directly blocked the sword's sword's edge vertically. The sword blades intersected, and the sword collided and rubbed out the star-pointed Mars. The sword energy contained in the two swords did not stop the two swords from fighting each other.
Before Lu Ming could collect the sword, Nalan Tiefeng's soft sword shot out directly at a faster speed. If Lu Ming could not dodge, a hole would be pierced through his body.
Lu Ming was prepared for this, and instead of retreating, he raised his left hand, and the short sword in his cuff pressed against Nalan Tiefeng's soft sword, which was retracted easily, allowing the harsh sword to slide in his ears. While entering, he clasped the sword with his right hand tightly, aiming at Nalan Tiefeng's chest and abdomen, and scratched his side with all his strength from bottom to top.
As a killer, Lu Ming will attack the opponent's weakness when he comes into contact with any target who is preparing to hunt. Although Nalan Tiefeng's soft sword activated by sword energy is extremely flexible, and the sword he uses his body to throw out with all his strength is extremely fast, the balanced reaction of this powerful body in a small-scale close combat is still far from Lu Ming. This balance of sword force cannot be completely compensated for by the sword realm.
When facing Lu Ming's attack, Nalan Tiefeng's expression remained unchanged. Yue Lou, who had died under him before, wanted to seize the disadvantages of his sword skills to gain the upper hand. However, the locking combat skills of the soft sword sword arm were to deal with the swordsman's close combat. Nalan Tiefeng was not afraid of this. As long as he locked the opponent's sword force, he would be the opportunity to start a counterattack!
Nalan Tiefeng was completely confident about this. A sword saint who had just tried to fight him close to him died under his command. A sword king should be even more difficult.
The arm that was originally defending vertically was horizontal, and Nalan Tiefeng's body was half-studded, and he leaned down and blocked Lu Ming's long sword with his arm wrapped around the soft sword.
Zhuo Ligetu and his men formed a sword formation at this time. After breaking into the battle situation, Zhuo Ligetu chose to fight Nalan Tiefeng when he saw Lu Ming breaking out, so he couldn't help but worry: "How did the boss fight against this guy like an iron tower? The sword saint was broken just now. Isn't it a bit risky to do this? This person is a sword saint. In the sword energy continent, this person may be able to become a first-class half-step sword saint."
Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian both looked at Zhuoligetu's words, and when they looked at Lu Ming and Nalan Tiefeng standing together, they could not hide their worries in their expressions.
Only Ouyang Luo chuckled inexplicably: "The more dangerous this person is, Lu Ming will only like him now. He believes that his sword can kill that person, so we just need to believe him."
During the conversation between several people, Lu Ming's sword was slightly slower, and he slowly touched Nalan Tiefeng's sword arm while closing. He took half a step back with his body, raised his hand and stabbed Nalan Tiefeng's calf on his right side of the horse stance. The sword edge and sword energy were sucked and spitted, like an angry Hai Dongqing. The sword body kept rushing and attacking, waiting for the prey to launch a fierce attack that would never let go.
Nalan Tiefeng's body's center of gravity was already extremely low. Facing the long sword that was stabbing towards the calf, he had to eject the soft sword with his right hand again. The sword energy was pressing straight to the sword body, and quickly defended Lu Ming's long sword in front of the calf.
At this time, Lu Ming suddenly withdrew his sword with his right hand and stood up quickly. His left foot had half inserted into the ground covered with fine sand and gravel in the square. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and raised his sword energy. A piece of sand and gravel filled with sword energy was no different from a sharp hidden weapon. He shot at Nalan Tiefeng's whole body, who was still half bent.
Lu Ming's moment was completely beyond Nalan Tiefeng's expectations. It was too late to dodge. He could only try his best to block his left arm in front of his chest and face. The other hand urged the full-length soft sword, closed his eyes, carefully sensed Lu Ming's position, and waved his all-out force according to the direction of Lu Ming's memory in his mind. In defense, he did not forget to force the dangerous guy in front of retreating.
With just a few moves, Lu Ming's killer-style unruly attack made Nalan Tiefeng unable to find any clues about swordsmanship. Nalan Tiefeng felt a sense of crisis in his heart, but it was more of anger. A sword saint was suppressed by the Sword King, which was unreasonable to be embarrassing.
Suddenly, Nalan Tiefeng felt the soft sword swinging out a recoil force of sword blades colliding with each other, and he also caught a muffled sound of vomiting blood in his ears.
Hit him!
Nalan Tiefeng was delighted and swung the sword more vigorously until the resistance on the sword disappeared. His right arm was just across his side. He absolutely believed that such a blow would be enough to knock Lu Ming back. There was no follow-up to the siege-covered plot. Not only that, Nalan Tiefeng was absolutely confident that his blind slash of his sword would definitely have injured this difficult opponent. It was just that the sword energy of the Sword King realm was not shaken to death by the powerful sword energy of his Eight-Strike Sword Saint.
The sand and gravel filled with sword energy were shot on Nalan Tiefeng at this time. He rushed to accumulate sword energy and just protected the vital points. However, even so, many large and small blood holes were still shot out in some parts of his body.
But these are all trivial matters. Nalan Tiefeng did not take this injury seriously at all. As soon as the arm protection fell, he searched for Lu Ming's location on the field.
Since Lu Ming's close attack was very fast, a group of swordsmen who were originally wielding their swords to target Nalan Tiefeng also paused their attacks and participated in the near battle, but there were still several people who were paying attention to Nalan Tiefeng's situation.
Especially Ouyang Luo and the other four, it is no problem to protect the power of the sword formation. After several of them joined forces to kill several hostile swordsmen near the sword formation, they couldn't help but look at the battle situation on Lu Ming with concern.
Nalan Tiefeng reacted very sharply to the touched gaze, and immediately sensed many hostile gazes in front of him... But where did that kid go! Even if he was blown away by the sword energy, he would not disappear like this!
During the first glance of Nalan Tiefeng, Lu Ming's figure suddenly disappeared from his body, which made his mind instinctively feel a strong sense of vigilance.
"not good!"
Nalan Tiefeng suddenly noticed something wrong. With the long sword he swung out with all his strength in front of him when he was defending, according to Lu Ming's close combat speed and reaction, there should definitely be no way to resist with a sword. It should not be like that coincidence!
It was entirely out of instinct and experience. Nalan Tiefeng tried hard to rush forward. The soft sword wrapped around his arms spread out like a poisonous snake, and his arms swung out with all their strength behind him like a long whip.
But the whip shadow was still flashing in the air, and a line of bloodshot was soaked in the corner of his mouth, Lu Ming appeared behind Nalan Tiefeng like a ghost. The short sword in his hand grabbed the dangerous tower in front of him and pierced Nalan Tiefeng's vest in an instant before the reaction was made.
At this time, the shadows of the two whip flashed quickly, and a decisive look suddenly flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. However, such a sword is difficult to kill directly. If you want to kill the powerful enemy in front of you, you must continue to attack!