Around the ten arenas, there are constantly people taking the stage, and there are constantly winning and defeating. After the victory or defeat is judged, some people are immediately happy and sad. However, in Lu Ming's eyes, these are all mirrors and waters, and they have nothing to do with it.
"The next game, Beifeng Mountain Blood Python, the Rising Sun Sword Sect Beichen Kill..."
The referee on the stage was pronounced Lu Ming's name in his mouth, and there was a sudden noise around him. It was only after Lu Ming took the stage that he realized that these noises were talking about his opponent.
"The Rising Sword Sect, what kind of sword sect is that? I haven't heard of it. This guy must be in trouble. His opponent is the blood python from Beifeng Mountain."
"Hey, this arena seems to have been assigned by Xuefeng Mountain. The Blood Python seems to have been assigned to the promotion in this arena. The rest of the contestants can only be considered a formality..."
"I can see that the ten arenas in the 17th Group seemed to have been divided into four or five arenas by Beifeng Mountain, and the rest were occupied by the Kumu Sword Sect. In the end, they could only compete for the rankings by the disciples of the big sects."
A middle-aged fat man wearing a swordsman robe, watching Lu Ming climbing onto the ring in the crowd. After hearing the discussions of the people around him, his eyes were full of pride. Just a small character, he was arranged to be assigned to the ring assigned by the Great Sword Sect of Beifeng Mountain, and he would definitely be cleanly dealt with.
Lu Ming had already stepped onto the ring at this time. When he heard this, his expression had not changed. He gradually released a wild sword intent. When the opponent stepped onto the ring, the big sword behind him was pulled out and stood in front of him.
"Is the Blood Python right? Let's see if you can follow my sword today!"
After saying that, Lu Ming's fighting spirit surged. He smiled and waved the sword straight forward with his side, a violent sword energy instantly exploded the floor of the arena along the way, and shot at the blood python like a dragon among the wood and stone debris raised all over the sky.
As soon as the Blood Python stepped onto the ring, he didn't pay attention to Lu Ming at all. He was still joking with his fellow disciples under the ring. In his opinion, this unknown swordsman of the Sword Sect was just a stepping stone for him. Will he be powerful with a big sword? He will soon let him taste his own power.
But no matter how he thought about it, Lu Ming took action as soon as he stepped onto the arena, and the shouting made him even more dissatisfied. What does it mean to be able to follow your sword? Can you follow your sword?
But before he could draw his sword in his hand, the sword energy slashed out by Lu Ming's sword was like a raging tornado generated out of thin air. However, the wood and stone debris that had the sword energy collapsed were like thousands of tiny swords. He skipped straight by his side. He did not even make any defense or counterattack at all, and was ruthlessly slapped away by a powerful force.
The blood python blew blood on the mouth, and the ring beneath it seemed to be slapped by an ancient beast. After his body flew up helplessly, it hit the ground again.
Except for one corner where Lu Ming stood, the entire arena completely turned into a diagonally pointing downward pit. The cracked ground was like an earthquake that broke several of the surrounding arena!
Everyone's eyes were attracted by the sword energy emitted by Lu Ming. Seeing the power of Lu Ming's sword, they subconsciously gasped.
The middle-aged fat man Mengli, who was originally proud, also grew up at this time, looking at Lu Ming standing on the court incredible eyes. When Xu Zhi was telling him, wasn’t this kid just having brute force? He was so strong!
"Is this guy really from an unknown little sword sect?"
The fat man widened his eyes: "By the way! The referee just said what this guy is called, it seems to be Beichen... Beichen Kill! Oh my god, what's going on with him? This guy is a hob meat."
The middle-aged fat man subconsciously retreated a distance in the crowd, looking at Lu Ming, who was extremely fierce on the ring with his small eyes, muttering to himself: "No, you can't go on like this! That bastard Xu Zhizheng deliberately did not say the name of this hob meat, just to fool me. This hob meat is a vengeful guy. No, I have to take advantage of the fact that this hob meat is not going crazy, and find an opportunity to explain it quickly..."
The blindfolded eyes rolled continuously, Lu Ming defeated the Blood Python with one sword, and destroyed most of the ring he was in. For a moment, the eyes of Lu Ming who looked at Lu Ming under the ring became a little timid, and the swordsmen on and off the rings around him were also affected by some influence from this side.
Lu Ming stood on the ring, looking at the blood python that was unconscious under the ring, thinking that he was pretending to be Beichen Killing's temper. With his hand, he inserted the sword in his hand directly into the remaining half of the ring under his feet, and shouted wildly to the surroundings: "Listen to everyone, Beichen Killing, the first in this group, I want Beichen Killing! If you don't accept it, one of you or everyone will join us, grandpa will come here!"
Lu Ming's words contained sword energy, and it was immediately spread across several arenas in the 17th Group Competition. Such arrogant words immediately made the swordsmen who were fighting on other arenas stop paying attention, and everyone's eyes fell on Lu Ming.
Yu Siguang and Hongmei were standing behind Lu Ming's arena. Both of them were surprised by Lu Ming's shouts and looked at each other. Feng Lang, who was following him, was shocked and his mouth was wide open and he couldn't close it all at once.
Yu Siguang seemed to be a little confused and turned to Hongmei to send a message: "We chose a small sword sect like the Rising Sword Sect to participate in the competition. Isn't it to hide his strength? Why did he expose his strength so early? I can't figure it out."
Hongmei turned her head and gave Yu Siguang a blank look. When she looked at Lu Ming, she flashed a few times, and it was also a message transmission: "How do I know what he is going crazy? But with his strength, these guys can really get rid of them in a few strokes. If they really want to fight one by one, it would be a waste of time."
Yu Siguang turned his head when Hongmei turned his eyes, and immediately saw several swordsmen in Beifeng Mountain costumes as the Blood Python rushed over and treated the Blood Python on the ground.
The leading swordsman stared at Lu Ming on the ring fiercely. "Boy, you hurt our people from Xuefeng Mountain..."
"So what!" Lu Ming didn't care about the sword force that emerged from the Xuefengshan swordsmen, and directly interrupted the other party: "If you don't accept it, just come to the ring and fight me. I, Beichen Killing, have always only spoken with swords."
Before Lu Ming finished speaking, the powerful sword intent on his body overturned the entire arena. Countless participating swordsmen felt as if they were staring at the neck by a ferocious beast with fangs showing its fangs, and they were covered in chills.
The several swordsmen who were about to stand out for the Blood Python were even more obviously affected. The swordsmen who were yelling directly at Lu Ming were affected by the sword intent. Their faces were pale and they took a few steps back. The other swordsmen who stepped forward to save the Blood Python also looked at Lu Ming in disbelief. They all saw Lu Ming's eyes swept over, and they all subconsciously lowered their heads.
Another group of swordsmen from Xuefeng Mountain gathered over, but no one dared to speak when they looked at the momentum emitted by Lu Ming.
Finally, the swordsman who had just stepped forward for the Blood Python mustered up the courage to look at Lu Ming, then immediately lowered his head and turned around, looking at the dozens of fellow swordsmen behind him, looking unwilling: "Let's go, this madman is already the peak sword saint. If he doesn't make one foot well, he has already stepped into the realm of the half-step sword saint. The ring competition here is like this, you better not participate."
After saying that, the swordsman took the lead in leaving the seventeenth group of rings.
This swordsman seemed to have great prestige in the eyes of the swordsmen of Xuefeng Mountain. The swordsmen gathered at Xuefeng Mountain looked at each other for a moment, and finally they all followed them obediently. Before leaving, many swordsman stared at Lu Ming, but Lu Ming simply ignored these people.
As soon as the participating disciples of Xuefeng Mountain left, the contestants around Lu Ming's are exposed. The referees on the ring did not expect such a thing to happen. After pressing Lu Ming's eyes, they had to directly announce that Lu Ming won the victory in the ring. They only need to defeat the swordsman who won the final victory in other rings, and they can be selected by the World Swordsmen Conference of the Sword Sect and are qualified to participate in the opening of the Sword Lu Secret Realm.
Lu Ming stood on the stage proudly, acted indifferently, leaned against the guardrail on the half of the arena, and quietly swept around.
On and off the other stages, many swordsmen chose to leave after sensing the strength of the peak sword saint he deliberately exuded.
However, there were several swordsmen on the ring who used their spiritual sense to sweep over Lu Ming, but still walked onto the ring to compete, which did not scare the strength of the peak sword saint that Lu Ming showed.
Lu Ming's brows moved slightly. Before the seventeenth group of rings started, he took a few glances at other stages that started earlier. Most of the contestants participating in the Jiuri City were just swordsmen in the swordsman realm, like swordsmen in the swordsman realm. They were all high-end combat power in the Jiuri City area. In fact, even the entire supreme swordsman in the swordsman realm was the same. Although these swordsmen in the swordsman realm did not break through to the swordsman realm, they were rare.
"What's going on? I thought I could soon end the swordsmen of this group by pulling their strength to the peak swordsman realm. But I didn't expect that after showing off my strength, dozens of swordsmen of this group also emerged in this group, and even a few half-step swordsman realm... "
Lu Ming pondered, his eyes swept over the swordsmen near the other arenas: "Looking like this, there are many seed players in the 17th Group's ring competition, but in this case, the swordsmen of the Rising Sword Sect should not get a place to participate in such elite ring competitions."
While Lu Ming was thinking, Xu Zhi in the crowd looked at Lu Ming who was extremely arrogant on the ring, his face was as gloomy as if water was about to drip out of water.
Behind Xu Zhizheng, his disciples were all looking at each other. Originally, they were here to accompany the head to see how Lu Ming was beaten to death. However, no one expected that Lu Ming was so powerful that he defeated the Blood Python, the representative of the new generation of masters in Xuefeng Mountain, with a sword. Later, after shouting a word, he forced more swordsmen to leave. (To be continued...)