Even if he dies, he will die on the road of revenge
Luo Ming's sword slashed the fierce body again. o
Chapter 85: Shocking Sword, It Comes Well (Part 2)
That's not easy.
A battle-hardened and always thoughtful swordsman, he suddenly left all his experience, knowledge and strategy behind. He didn't even choose to learn even one or two useful knowledge from his long combat experience, and all he was relying on was a heart that had been buried for ten years and could not be calmed down and a blood that stimulated the brain.
That is equivalent to voluntarily giving up all the possibility of survival, but relying on the tenacious body of the supernatural warrior to fight. However, before the beast, who dared to say the so-called physical advantage'
Compared with the phoenix blood, who was almost invincible by strategy to contain Wa Zi from a distance, even the Aples who were anxious to break through the battle, but still could only slowly figure it out under the situation. There is only one word to describe Luo Ming's fighting style.
The sound of being knocked to the ground again almost reminds people of the images of torn flesh and bones and broken bones.
Luo Ming is not young anymore. especially ten years ago
After the battle that exhausted his life essence, his health was never good. If it wasn't for the Southern Border Poison King's treatment with remedies, there would be no capital that would be wasted today.
But time will never spare anyone. This is the same for supernatural masters. No matter how high the cultivation base is, Qi and blood will always fall into aging. Whether it is the technique, criterion, strength, or physical strength of the worldly pride, when the time comes, it is always unsustainable. Therefore, people who practice martial arts, especially those who are older, pay attention to nourishing qi and prolonging life. The more advanced one is rowing against the current, which can prolong the time that the body can be used.
It's just that the so-called extension is still nothing more than a kind of stagnation, a kind of abandonment of the pursuit of a higher realm. Therefore, the older the master, even if the cultivation base is the highest in the contemporary era, it is rare to hear that he can make breakthroughs when he is old. After all, the difficulty is different.
For Luo Ming, old age should not use muscles and bones as energy. This style of play itself is a unilateral loss of the body, or even fighting. And more importantly, his half-life swordsmanship has long been fixed, any change is a challenge, and if he can't adapt, he may go into trouble. Any changes should follow their own veins in order, rather than drastic changes, starting a completely different style of play at one go. This is no different from self-destruction.
Everyone saw this. So almost everyone can't bear to look directly.
No one knew why the old village owner did this, and no one Fei could stop him from doing it.
Luo Siming saw tears welling up in his eyes and wanted to rush to save people several times. But it was always stopped by Shen Yiren.
He didn't know what his father was thinking. In the face of the murderer, how could the arrogant Heavenly Sword be able to survive? He wants revenge, not for a moment, just now, just this moment, just this breath. It is still alive, still able to open his eyes and hold the sword at this moment.
But even if you can get revenge, wouldn't the price be too great? Luo Siming's eyes were blurred, and he could barely see his father.
The swordsman who slowly stood up again from the ruins,
There was not much time between the moment of falling to the ground, and he once again walked out of the smoke with his sword.
With shaking hands, he gently patted the dust off his body. The horn was bloody, I don't know if it was an internal or external injury, but I didn't see much change in his expression. Although it doesn't look like the expression of someone who has been defeated many times.
Such a result seems natural.
Obviously Luo Ming is not a martial artist who is familiar with the phrase "full of blood". It is even rarer to have the experience of taking a shot at a moment's notice. It's like someone who wrote half his life in block letters suddenly wants to rewrite mad cursive. No matter what he writes, it's not like it. Luo Ming had such an impression in the eyes of others.
There is a gap in strength between him and Emperor Bai. Otherwise, Ming Feizhen would not have the words that two magical warriors could rival a dragon. Coupled with the changed combat style, there is only one end to die faster.
Looking at Emperor Bai again, he was calm and relaxed. Emperor Bai was still standing proudly in the distance, almost standing still, not even breathing heavily. The viciousness that lurked beneath that smile made one shudder. Just like the beasts who are staring at it behind it, like the army of evil beasts who are forcibly enduring hunger and bloodthirsty.
The white cockroach occupies the leading position in the evil beast army, without its orders, there will be no further action.
But beasts are not people.
Fighting like a rainbow in one go, fearing that the momentum will be frustrated has always been a method of warfare in terms of people. For the herds of beasts that use their fierce instincts to drive their strong bodies and devour their enemies, waiting is not only a terrifying catalyst, instead of giving way. Step by step, their desire and malice deepened, and the longer they were tortured by hunger, the more intense the madness they fought.
It is almost conceivable that when Luo Ming really fell, Emperor Bai would lead this group of mad beasts to devour all of them in one go.
The strange thing is that no matter how many times Bai Dizi knocked Luo Ming into the air, he did not pursue further, or he issued an order to let all the herds rush up and dismember the group of outsiders.
It has always retained its strength.
As if there was something to be afraid of.
Until the depths of the turbid yellow eyeballs were filled with the silhouette of a swordsman.
Luo Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped forward again. Looking back at Luo Siming was really unbearable, he let out a groan and stepped forward with his sword.
"Luo Jia Erlang, seeing the Patriarch like this, how can you just sit back and ignore e, and follow me!!"
For a while, the tiger roared, and almost a thousand people moved in unison, but they were stopped by a slender hand.
Shen Yiren did not look at him, nor did he look at the thousand-man team that moved with him. Her eyes did not leave the battle for a moment. His face was indifferent, but his attitude was taken for granted, as if he was trying to stop a child who was ignorant and lost his temper. There's no need for reason at all.
Luo Siming was furious and said angrily.
"Miss Shen, no matter what you say, if Luo Siming can turn a blind eye to his father's suffering, is he still a person? Please step back!
Furious, he took a step forward, the pulses of one yin and one yang were looming on his body, and the momentum was not small. In this short half year, it seems that the practice of "The Liver and Gallbladder of Lieyang" seems to have gained momentum. At this time of urgency, it seems that a breakthrough has been made, and it has gradually reached the state of yin and yang.
The basic magic of Guizang Sword Theory has already been accomplished. If you start practicing swordsmanship, you will immediately become a world-class master, and its potential cannot be underestimated.
However, Shen Yiren raised his eyes and stared, but it was like a pair of sharp swords unsheathed, running through the yin and yang veins, just like the real thing, and the head hurts when you see it. Abruptly slashed this momentum with a sword.
Luo Siming was taken aback.
How could she know my Luo Family Sword Intent? This one looks like, 1 looks like a father.
Shen Yiren just stared one by one, including the sword intent far above Luo Siming, but seemed to know the details, just said indifferently, "I didn't stop you because I was worried about your safety. Those who came to Nieyao should have put their life and death aside. No one is afraid of death. As long as it is a reasonable and useful sacrifice, I don't mind being the first to rush. I will not hesitate to make a sacrifice, even if it is the life of others. That includes you.
Shen Yiren turned to look at Luo Ming and Emperor Bai who were fighting in one place,
"Have you noticed that although he loses to Koubaiji every time, his fighting time is getting longer and longer every time. His clothes are torn and he has been beaten countless times, but so far he has not suffered any fatal injuries. The most serious injuries are only some skin injuries. The most powerful ones of the White Emperor are fierce teeth and trembling, but none of them can touch him. Even, with the battle, his energy is gradually full. But His martial arts shouldn't be like this... It's really strange, it's like he listened to Luo Siming silently, and noticed the same thing when he watched his father launch Duanfengjian.
He naturally knew that Luo Ming had not really fallen into death. Although the situation is not optimistic, it is far from the realm of death. Otherwise, he would have already taken action, and he would have waited until now to stay by Luo Ming's side. He is the person who is most familiar with Luo Ming's swordsmanship and has even seen Luo Ming's swordsmanship at its peak. However, because of this, the current Luo Ming made him stunned.
Shen Yiren is worthy of being a descendant of divine arrest, and his insight is amazing. Changed the personal four-word comment to describe the situation.
From a martial artist's point of view, each individual's shot is like a signature and seal, all with their own style, which is difficult to change. Luo Ming's situation seems to have become another person with the same body but a completely different soul.
With the more physical injuries, the master's qi and spirit tend to become more and more perfect. This was something that was hard to explain. What is even more surprising is that Master's swordsmanship is completely different from what he used to do before. Not referring to things like swordsmanship and martial arts, but the sword intent was completely different from the beginning, and it took a completely different path.
With such a cultivation base of the Heavenly Sword, how can he easily change his own martial arts
"I see, that's what happened."
Shen Yiren muttered to himself, but his tone was full of admiration.
"In the middle of a battle...he wanted to recast his whole body, and even recast his swordsmanship. People who have reached the state of supernatural power have accumulated decades of life in their lives, and they are pushed down when they say they are pushed. Humans are truly worthy of the name of the Heavenly Sword."
"Look at it carefully, this battle is a battle in which the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world is now in the world.
I don't know who this sentence was said to, but the strange thing is that everyone is listening carefully.
Shen Yiren stared at that person and sword, as if echoing the situation that the mountain and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building, and finally said slowly.
"coming."
Luo Ming finally shot. The sword has come out like a dragon! . This sword has never been seen by him before, Huihuang Xuanbach, like a dragon-shaped sword, slammed into Bai Yu.