"Why hasn't anyone told me..." Yun Zhonghe finally asked this sentence.
After seeing Zhu Minglang's sword, Yun Zhonghe realized how naive his sword skills were.
Every sword of his is majestic.
Every move of his is turbulent.
There are so many disciples on the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, and there are hundreds of dragon beasts with master-level strength, but Zhu Minglang alone blocked them. Up to now, no one has stood on the same highest place as Zhu Minglang.
As the hall master of Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng's expression of astonishment is no less than that of Yunzhonghe.
In fact, after seeing this scene, what he wanted to do was to fly back to the Sword Sect of Yaoshan, and then wake up the old sword master who pretended to be asleep all day long, and asked loudly: Why has no one ever told him that the Sword Falling Formation is Swordsmanship! !
Yes, as the hall master, Wu Feng didn't know about it either.
He only saw Zhu Minglang displaying the sword and meteor sword technique, and his inner shock was no less than that of Yunzhonghe.
"He has made the fifth and sixth sword!" Wu Feng was heartbroken, but his eyes were unwilling to move away from Zhu Minglang.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang swung the fifth sword and the sixth sword, and these two swords were used at the same time.
It's twin swords!
One thunder, one fire.
The thunder sword danced wildly like a group of thunders, causing Huo Shangjun's two dragon kings to retreat steadily.
The fiery sword erupted like a volcano, burning the group of dragon shepherds from Huang Shao's gang until it was unbearable.
With the seventh sword, Zhu Minglang pointed at Wen Mengru.
Wen Mengru is already very close to him. This chief disciple of the Miaoshan Sword Sect is also a monarch-level cultivation base, and her strength is far beyond the reach of the group of influential children at the foot of the mountain.
She is also one of the few who can survive Zhu Minglang's six swords.
Of course, it wasn't that she resisted Zhu Minglang's six swords, but Zhu Minglang's six swords were aimed at the people who were unwilling to leave the entire Nine Army Cemetery Mountain. There were nearly a hundred people, and the number of dragons and beasts was even greater!
Wen Mengru's eyes were sharp, and her swordsmanship was fast and ruthless. It was she who broke through the gossip marks that had always remained in front of Zhu Minglang and hit them head-on.
Zhu Minglang took advantage of the opportunity and struck out the seventh sword. The sword had terrifying piercing power, and the speed of the sword was as fast as lightning!
"Shua!"
Wen Mengru reacted quickly, she saw the angle of Zhu Minglang's move.
She immediately crossed her sword and used the hard back of the sword to block it.
The back of the sword was neither deflected nor slanted, just blocking the point of Zhu Minglang's sword, Wen Mengru finally squeezed out a smile on his somewhat pale cheeks.
She will take advantage of the moment when Zhu Minglang's palm is injured by the back of her sword, and turn her defense into an offense!
She spun around, intending to avoid the force of Zhu Minglang's sword. Just as she stretched her arms and was about to use Yuehua Slash, her whole body suddenly collapsed, like a dancing girl in a gorgeous dance. Suddenly passed out like that...
The chopping action stopped halfway.
Wen Mengru couldn't even stand still, she knelt on the ground a little limply, and couldn't lift her arms at all.
She glanced at her hand, and unexpectedly there was a hole in her arm, and blood gushed out from the hole.
At the same time, Wen Mengru saw from the corner that there was also a hole on the wall in the distance. This hole made the thousands of people on the wall panic and ran away in fright!
From here to the Lost Wall, there is half a city away...
Wen Mengru tightly held the sword in his hand, unwilling to let go.
But her arm began to lose feeling. She raised her eyes and stared at Zhu Minglang in front of her. Her eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief!
The last time they really fought face to face, Zhu Minglang defeated her with three moves.
this time...
Is it just a sword
Obviously, the difference in cultivation is not that big. Even if Zhu Minglang has the cultivation of Sword Spirit Dragon at this moment, he should not have reached the level of a high-ranking monarch. Why can he crush someone with the same cultivation in this way?
Is this the sword realm?
How many realms are there! !
Wen Mengru felt bitter for a while, but in the end she still didn't understand this point.
This is the seventh sword.
Wen Mengru was the only one who attacked.
It's just that the hole in Wen Mengru's arm made it difficult for her to swing the sword anymore.
She realized that she was too close to Zhu Minglang, and if she kept her distance, she would still have a chance to deal with him.
Fencing at close quarters, swinging with all your strength, the winner will be determined.
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Zhu Minglang had already used the seventh sword of the Jianyun Sword Art at this moment, and Nan Lingsha took it very seriously.
Every sword of his is thrilling, and every sword is deeply memorable.
"It's a little rusty, and now I can only use seven swords at most." Zhu Minglang took a calm breath and adjusted his breath a little.
However, when he was adjusting his breath, a large group of dragon shepherds and mortals had already fallen on the hillside of Mausoleum Mountain. Some of them were even paralyzed in the black soil like dead people, motionless.
However, none of them had any overly fatal wounds. Zhu Minglang's first six sword strikes were all sword strikes in a huge range, mainly to let them all retreat from difficulties, not to kill.
Fainted, foaming at the mouth, limp from fright, loose bones...
This sweep made those wandering around the Nine Army Cemetery finally realize the disparity in strength. No matter how tempting the brocade box was, they lost the will to fight for it.
Of course, that frustration is what hurts the most.
Everyone is a disciple, and they are all younger generations.
Why can he defeat so many people by himself.
They are all practitioners. Zhu Minglang seems to be a hero in the battlefield. All of them are just ordinary soldiers. A firm and stubborn heart of cultivation!
"I chose to leave, how about everyone?" At this time, the children from the small clan who first met Zhu Minglang in Shicheng said.
At that time, they were still competing with several young disciples of Wu Zong for the contract of Runyu City.
It can be seen that after seeing the strength of Bingchen Bailong, they immediately turned around and fled, and they escaped a catastrophe.
And this time, taking advantage of the chaos and entering the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, I just wanted to try my luck.
When they saw a large group of people rushing towards the Mausoleum Hill, they thought that some treasure had come into the world, and ran up the hill purely out of curiosity.
With so many people and so many dragons, they didn't feel anything to be afraid of.
Who knew it would be such a scene.
The last time I rolled, I was still a little bit unwilling.
This time they rolled with relief, and even because they went up slowly, they were farther away, and their injuries were far less serious than the group of people higher up on the hillside, so there was a little bit of luck.
However, they didn't dare to stay where Zhu Minglang could see!
Many people are not reconciled.
But what can I do if I am not reconciled. .
This is no longer a battlefield where these small characters can stay.
What's more, the head of the Miaoshan Sword Sect, Wen Mengru, as a person with a monarch-level cultivation, didn't he also lose?