Lu Ming looked at the short-haired swordsman in front of him, and his face had a smirk that only Ouyang Luo and others would understand. He didn't care about the sword intent emitted from the short-haired swordsman in front of him: "Oh, I
knew."
After saying that, Lu Ming flashed, and then flashed over the side of the short-haired sword body. He took the things he had received in his hand and placed them on the bed he wanted to go to. He didn't care at all that his face was already so angry that he was a little blue.
short-haired swordsman.
At this time, the sword saint, who was as strong as an iron tower sitting in the center, also frowned a little and gave a look directly at the short-haired sword saint.
The short-haired sword saint nodded, turned around and looked at Lu Ming, who was sitting directly on the bed, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Boy, it seems that he wants to teach you what rules are. In this way, as long as you can follow the next three swords.
, You can choose the bed here!"
When Lu Ming heard this, he stood up with the fifty-forged long sword he had brought from the Yan Python Sword Master, looking at the short-haired sword saint, with a calm expression: "Three moves? It should be enough."
What's enough?
A group of people looked at Lu Ming inexplicably, thinking to themselves, could it be that this kid admitted that he really couldn't take the three moves of the short-haired Sword Saint? But he was so tough that he could not take the blame as soon as he opened his mouth!
The group of people looked at Lu Ming and began to become disdainful again. A swordsman from the Sword King realm wanted to pretend to be tough in front of the Sword Saint, which was simply boring.
The short-haired sword saint was also dazed for a moment before he understood Lu Ming's words. The expression on his face became even more funny. He looked at Lu Ming with disdain: "I really don't know what you, a kid, do you want to see him."
Let me have a sword technique. Since you can recognize this, go out and fight."
While speaking, the short-haired Sword Saint turned around and walked out of the house. Lu Ming followed him out indifferently.
When the two of them moved like this, the sword saint like an iron tower in the middle of the bed stood up and walked out of the house without saying a word. Seeing this, the rest of the people stood up with different expressions and walked out.
Many swordsmen started to talk in a low voice.
"I really don't know what that kid thinks. What's the use of being so hard-mouthed. Even if he is so hard-mouthed, he will be taught a lesson by then. You still have to do what you should do."
"Who didn't have the youth? I saw this kid reaching the Sword King Realm so young, and for a moment he was a little ungrateful. We old men from the Sword King Realm are still looking at the eyes of the two sword saints here."
"Our team has reached the tenth level of the Sword Saint's Sword Captain's selection. If he succeeds, our team should be able to get better treatment."
"Okay, just go out for a walk. That kid is sure to lose, and he foolishly gave the Iron Tower another chance to establish his authority."
In the yard, the short-haired Sword Saint and Lu Ming were already standing against each other.
Seeing everyone in the room coming out, the short-haired sword saint looked at Lu Ming with a sword: "Go ahead, remember to learn the lesson and take your stinky face, and hand over the clay pots containing shit and urine in the room to
You go and wash it.”
Lu Ming looked up at the short-haired Sword Saint for the first time, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I think anyone who sets the rules will handle those things."
Lu Ming's tone was plain and without any emotion, which almost instantly made the short-haired sword saint grit his teeth.
"I originally just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now you are asking for it!"
The short-haired Sword Saint almost forced such a sentence from his mouth. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword out of the sheath without saying a word and flew into Lu Ming's sword.
When Lu Ming faced such a sword, his expression still remained unchanged. Only when the sword energy on the short-haired sword saint's long sword came to his body, his body moved.
Everyone saw a sword light flashing in the field. Lu Ming steadily avoided the sword of the short-haired sword saint. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed. The raised sword stood upright on the throat of the short-haired sword saint.
Before, it looked like the short-haired sword saint was about to send the vital points of his throat to Lu Ming's sword tip.
The sword light flashed, and the two figures in the field stopped moving again in the blink of an eye. However, this time the arrogant expression on the face of the short-haired sword saint disappeared at all. The neck was lightly tapped by the long sword in Lu Ming's hand, and a drop of blood bead
A little bit of skin that was broken under the sword tip appeared, and cold sweat almost instantly flowed on his forehead.
"One move, I said that you can't use three moves to deal with a guy of your level. Your sword is too slow!" Lu Ming's voice sounded lightly in the field, and the long sword in his hand flashed erectly.
The short-haired Sword Saint, whose expression was already dull, patted it on one side of the cheek.
"Ah!" The short-haired sword saint screamed. The sword that Lu Ming slapped his face seemed light and had no strength, but he pulled his whole body out, half of his face was swollen and unpredictable.
My body was not stopped until it was installed on the thick courtyard wall of the courtyard.
Until the short-haired Sword Saint landed on the ground, he looked at Lu Ming blankly, as if he still hadn't figured out why a swordsman in the Sword King realm could draw his sword so quickly.
Lu Ming slapped the short-haired sword saint with a swordsman, his eyes swept over a group of swordsmen with a somewhat dull expression, and finally landed on another sword saint who was as tall as an iron tower in the field.
The sword saint, who was as strong as the iron tower, felt Lu Ming's gaze, and couldn't help but tremble. He woke up from his surprise and looked at Lu Ming again. Although Lu Ming didn't say a word to him, it was obviously revealed.
It showed a momentum against him.
Some of the swordsmen around them also woke up from the shock one after another. The lowly comments that were not optimistic about Lu Ming completely turned into uncovered surprise arguments.
"I'm right. He is a swordsman in the Sword King realm, but he is even faster than a sword saint who draws his sword!"
"I don't believe it either... but have you seen anyone beaten away by his sword? I saw that the iron tower and the hook sickle hit the iron plate."
"Don't talk nonsense, the hook sickle is only the three-way sword saint. The Iron Tower is only one step away from the peak sword saint. If this kid dares to match the hook sickle like this, the Iron Tower will definitely not spare him!"
Ignoring the sudden burst of chattering and chattering in the field, the sword saint, like an iron tower, frowned, and walked into the field with his sword. He looked at Lu Ming fiercely and said, "I think you still have to learn this place well.
rule……"
Lu Ming directly interrupted the words of the sword saint like the tower. The sword tip of the long sword in his hand pointed to the ground diagonally, and replied casually: "You are all very long-winded, just come up and talk with the sword."
The sword saint like the tower snorted coldly, raised the heavy sword in his hand with one hand and pointed it at Lu Ming, and said fiercely: "You have asked for it!"
Before the words could be heard, the tower-like sword saint paused on the ground, and his body flew towards Lu Ming like a powerful crossbow. The giant sword swung out layers of sword shadows in front of him, covering all the positive space of Lu Ming.
Under the giant sword.
"Too weak!" Lu Ming said lightly, and his voice happened to make the swordsmen in the courtyard hear clearly. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, allowing all swordsmen to see a trace of uncovered appearance on his face.
Contempt.
In fact, when Lu Ming came into the sword camp, he was thinking about what to do next. In the end, he found that if he wanted to get in touch with the secret treasure of the sword hall as soon as possible, he would never show it silently without showing it. He could only cause inflammation continuously.
Only by paying attention to the Python Sword Saint can you gain the rights that only the senior management of the Sword Hall can get faster.
So after entering the sword hall, if Lu Ming hadn't encountered a team of swordsmen looking for trouble, he wouldn't have been at peace. Now the two sword saints in the team are asking for trouble for him, which is completely in line with his mind.
This time, Lu Ming did not hide his strength at all. Facing the huge sword of the sword saint like an iron tower, he held the sword in one hand, and the fifty-forged long sword in his hand rushed forward!
The long swords in the hands of the two men instantly fought each other in the air, and the sword energy contained on the blade suddenly emitted a shocking and harsh explosion!
The strong sword energy in the field shook the group of onlookers back a few steps back, but everyone's eyes were staring at the long swords that were struggling together in the field.
As the sword energy exploded, a figure suddenly flew backwards in the field, attracting the eyes of a group of people.
"It's the Tower that lost!"
Some people couldn't help but speak out in surprise. A group of people looked at each other with the shouts. Only Lu Ming stood firmly in the center of the venue. Instead, the iron tower that was favored by people was shaken away by Lu Ming's sword at the beginning.
The tower landed and wanted to work hard to stand firm, but my body still took a few steps back on the ground. Almost every time I took a step back, a deep footprint would be left on the ground.
Finally standing firm, Tieta looked at Lu Ming again as if he was looking at a complete monster.
He wanted to get up several times to continue to raise his sword to fight, but he used his power several times and his wrists holding the giant sword were sore and weak. After being shaken away by Lu Ming's sword, his wrists were no longer like his own.
The expression on Tieta's face changed a few times, and finally Yu Lu Ming's eyes drooped instinctively.
"You won..." Tieta lowered his head and squeezed out a sentence with all his strength from his mouth. After saying it, it seemed as if he had put down the burden on his whole body.
He saw that the gap between the two was too big. Lu Ming defeated the two with one move, and the battle was completely impossible to continue.
Lu Mingshen glanced at the sword saint who was like an iron tower and suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect you to be quite honest. I know that if you lose, you will lose."
After the Iron Tower admitted defeat, he simply put the giant sword in his hand under his feet. Listening to Lu Ming's teasing, he widened his eyes and raised his head: "If you lose, you will lose. Your fist is bigger than the Iron Tower, and I have nothing to say!"
A group of swordsmen watching in the courtyard were looking at Lu Ming carefully at this time. Suddenly, when they heard the yell of the iron tower, they all felt a piece of hair standing on their necks. They looked at the iron tower in a blink of an eye, and looked at it with a look of surprise.
They have been defeated so much that they can’t be defeated anymore. Why are they still doing so impulsively at this time? Do you want to give them the opportunity to establish their authority?
Immediately, the group of people looked at Lu Ming carefully, all wanting to see what would happen to this young swordsman who easily defeated the original two eldest ones.