Lu Ming tried to avoid the attacks of the Blood Tide Sword Saint, gently touching the sword intent in the sword marks that looked like a small sword. As a result, a sword energy in his body turned into a sudden transparent and bright red sword energy. When the sword energy turned into a bright red color, it was exactly the same as the Blood Tide Sword Qi unique to the Blood Tide Sword Body!
At the same time, Lu Ming found that the barriers to the peak of the Sword King Realm, which had been stagnant, were slightly loose, which further confirmed his vision.
As his body flashed, Lu Ming's solid eyes began to relax slowly. He had already put all the things he was interested in in the Blood Tide Sword Technique into his mind. When he looked at the sword moves performed by the Blood Tide Sword Saint, there was no new sword moves he wanted to see.
Lu Ming suddenly flashed and neatly avoided the Blood Tide Sword Saint's sword move. The position where he was fighting was directly at the flaw of the sword move. With a swing of the long sword, he pressed on the Blood Tide Sword Saint's neck like a shadow.
"You've had enough trouble?"
Lu Ming's voice rang directly in the ears of the Blood Tide Sword Saint.
When the Blood Tide Sword Saint heard Lu Ming's voice sound in his ears, he felt a chill in his neck and was so scared that he was out of possession. He subconsciously wanted to dodge himself and avoid Lu Ming's sword.
The figure flashed, and the Blood Tide Sword Saint pulled his feet and retreated violently, flashing more than ten meters away in an instant, but before he could breathe evenly from the shock just now, Lu Ming's voice sounded in his ears again.
"I said, where do you want to go?"
The long sword in Lu Ming's hand still stood at the throat of the Blood Tide Sword Saint. This time, the Blood Tide Sword Saint did not dare to move any longer.
All the swordsmen in the field were stunned at this moment and didn't react. They didn't expect that the battle in the field would end suddenly.
This young swordsman actually defeated the Blood Tide Sword Saint!
With the strength of the Sword King realm, he defeated a sword saint like this!
How is this possible!
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In a clearing in front of Jingquan Mountain Fort, a camp where Jiantang stationed here was silent in a strange silence.
Under the view of hundreds of swordsmen in the Sword Hall and the Supreme Sword Realm, Lu Ming burst out with a powerful combat power that no one expected, and actually defeated a powerful sword saint with a rare sword body.
At this time, when everyone in the field looked at the Fenghan long sword that Lu Ming was directly on the neck of the Blood Tide Sword Saint, they were still in an incredible state of mind.
How can a swordsman in the Sword King realm push a swordsman with a sword body into this state? He only needs to send the long sword in his hand forward, and the blood tide swordsman's neck will not be left on his shoulders and neck...
The Blood Tide Sword Saint did not expect that Zhao Long's counterattack would be so unexpectedly sharp. When he reacted, the cold touch on his neck suddenly made him feel a surge of shame and anger.
I was actually defeated by a swordsman in the sword hall and a group of indigenous swordsmen in the supreme swordsman world by a swordsman in the sword king realm. This is the most unacceptable shame to live to this day!
The Blood Tide Sword Saint's face turned red and he stuttered his neck. His body was unwilling to retreat under the pressure of Lu Ming's long sword. After all, he is a Sword Saint. He must maintain his dignity!
Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and showed a smile on his face. He could not see that the Blood Tide Sword Saint was gritting his teeth and hating him to death, but it was just a Sword Saint, was it worthy of his awe?
"Yo. Your temper is quite distorted."
Lu Ming directly used his long sword to poke downward and lightly into the chest of the Blood Tide Sword Saint. If the Blood Tide Sword Saint does not retreat, it will definitely pierce through it easily.
At the rush of Lu Ming every step, the Blood Tide Sword Saint looked at Lu Ming's eyes, and his body instinctively retreated. The meaningless eyes on the opposite side contained a senseless fearlessness, which made him completely sure that if he wanted to stand still, there would definitely be a fatal blood hole on his body!
As a result, a smile flashed in Lu Ming's eyes, as if he had discovered something fun. He poked the Blood Tide Sword Saint's mouth with a few more times, forcing the Blood Tide Sword Saint to retreat backwards with a blue look.
Lu Ming's indifferent behavior of provoking a sword saint in the sword hall immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the swordsmen in the sword hall around him.
In the hearts of these swordsmen in the sword hall, they were also unwilling to believe that a sword saint who was awesome in the sword hall would be defeated by such a young sword saint who constantly provoked the bottom line of the sword hall. Now Lu Ming's persecution of the Blood Tide Sword Saint is a completely insult to the sword hall!
Many swordsmen in the sword hall subconsciously stepped forward, and the sword energy penetrated their bodies, pointing to Lu Ming on the field. If this young swordsman dared to attack the Blood Tide Sword Saint, they would definitely tear him to pieces as soon as possible.
At this time, the swordsmen on the Supreme Sword Realm were inexplicably pulled by the tense atmosphere in the field. Many swordsmen looked at the swordsmen on the sword hall and wanted to siege Lu Ming. Many people subconsciously emitted sword energy and moved closer to Lu Ming with their swords.
There was also the swordsman in the Supreme Sword Realm surprised: "He... this kid actually won! That's the sword saint in the sword hall!"
A swordsman next to him held the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth and said to the swordsman beside him: "He won! He really gave us a breath of excitement. At this time, we must hold him up and not let him be bullied by the shameless swordsmen in the swordsman hall!"
Someone immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right, he won the sword saint with his own ability. If the swordsman in the sword hall dares to attack him, we will fight with them!"
In the Supreme Sword Realm, more and more swordsmen were impressed by Lu Ming's performance. They all volunteered to confront the swordsmen on the sword hall. If someone dared to attack Lu Ming, they would never endure it.
In the entire field, it seemed that only Lu Ming did not notice that the atmosphere in the field had become very subtle. He was still using his sword to press the chest and neck of the Blood Tide Sword Saint, completely playing with the life and death of a sword saint under his sword edge.
Finally, the Yan Python Sword Master, who had not spoken for a while, walked out of the crowd, waved his hand to stop the swordsman who was about to be unable to help but take action on the sword hall. He looked at Lu Ming and said with a warm expression: "Young man, since you have won now, I will keep my word, and you will receive the treatment at the peak sword level that I just promised you. Not only that, your strength is also recognized by me. I will personally get you a fifty-forged long sword."
As soon as Yan Python Sword Master said the words, both the swordsmen on both sides of the Sword Hall and the Supreme Sword Realm were quiet. No matter how these people felt about Lu Ming before, they now felt a sense of jealousy from their hearts. Whether it was the treatment of the peak swordsman at the Sword Hall or the fifty-forged long sword, it was too important for a swordsman.
But now the Yan Python Sword Master is obviously trying to pull the road surface under his command. No one will object to this unfathomable Sword Master. Even if the Blood Tide Sword Master was so angry that he was half-dead by Lu Ming, he was still pressed against the vital point of his chest by Lu Ming's long sword, and he would not speak rashly.
After hearing the promise of Yan Python Sword Master, Lu Ming didn't care at all that the Blood Tide Sword Master stared at him, which was almost about to spit out fire. He poked the Blood Tide Sword Master's chest with his sword, then took the sword back to Cambridge, and hung the long sword that had been placed in his wide sleeve on Chen Zi's left.
After doing this, Lu Ming ignored the Blood Tide Sword Saint on the side, turned to look at the Yan Python Sword Saint and replied: "In addition to these, I care more about the sword techniques in the Sword Hall. With better sword techniques, I will definitely be able to kill more people from the Chaos Sword Sect!"
Yan Python Sword Master looked at Lu Ming in a deep look, nodded directly and said, "Okay, I will try my best to open some sword halls to teach you sword skills. How much you can understand then depends on your luck."
Lu Ming nodded and said nothing more.
Seeing that things had come to this point, Lu Ming could actually defeat the Blood Tide Sword Saint with the Blood Tide Sword Body. He would never let go of such a young swordsman, so he no longer looked at the Blood Tide Sword Saint who was still angry and incredible.
"Come here, bring this... Oh, Wei Jianbu Er, this name is good. Take him to Camp No. 3, and after he takes what his peak sword saint deserves, then take him to my camp. I have something to tell him."
Yan Python Sword Lord gave orders to the swordsman behind him, and the swordsman who followed him immediately came to take the order. The swordsman showed Lu Ming and took Lu Ming to the Jingquan Mountain Fort.
The group of swordsmen at the entrance of the camp subconsciously made a way for Lu Ming and the others. Lu Ming also had the power that had arisen after defeating the Blood Tide Sword Saint. Even the Blood Tide Sword Saint himself did not want to face the power of Lu Ming at this time.
Yan Python Sword Lord stood in the field for a while. After seeing Lu Ming flew into the gate of Jingquanshan Fort, he also stood up and flew back to Jingquanshan Fort.
"You continue, select swordsmen who meet the conditions normally. Now the battle between the front line and the Chaos Sword Sect requires a lot of new blood to let the newcomers come in. If they can pass the test, the sword hall will not treat them unfairly..."
The voice of the Yan Python Sword Lord flew away and rang out in the camp, making everyone hear it clearly.
The swordsmen in charge of the test in Jiantang all heard what they meant and knew that they could not do anything in the next test. They all became a little desolate. After all, the more swordsmen entered Jiantang, they would face stronger resource competition.
The Blood Tide Sword Saint's face turned red for a while, and after the Yan Python Sword Master left, he didn't stay for a moment. He stared at Lu Ming's body that disappeared at the gate of Jingquan Mountain Fort, and pondered fiercely: "Only Jianbu Er... Since you have entered the sword hall, we have a chance to see each other again. This time it's just my carelessness..."
The test soon resumed and unfolded, and the figure of the Blood Tide Sword Saint disappeared before the test began.