This is the first time I have seen him show such clear killing intent so recklessly. This was the first time Luo Siding had seen him, his cousin holding a sword that could kill. This feeling actually made him a little scared.
Luo Si Ding has looked down on him since he was a child, and even if his martial arts skills are inferior, he has never been afraid of Luo Si Ming. This fear made him resentful.
"Luo-Si-Fate!!"
- cowardly little man! You, a coward who only knows how to cry when you are beaten, why are you showing off your power in front of me? You have lost the supreme weapon, and you are no longer the master of the young village. The future of the Luo family is on me! And you, you will always be the coward who let me bully!
Luo Si Ding sneered: "Are you here to kill me?"
"Boring."
Luo Siming suddenly protruded with one hand, three fingers stacked, and the index finger and middle finger sandwiched the ring finger. This strange incomparable sword pointed to the wind and snow, and frost blossoms in the sky. Luo Si Ding saw that the way he came was strange, so he protected his body with the internal strength of "The Liver and Gallbladder of Lie Yang", and pushed it out with both palms. But he noticed that the cold aura on Luo Siming's finger was like a broken bamboo, and he forcibly broke his palm, breaking his palm effortlessly.
These three frosted white sword fingers can even break Luo Yan's "The Liver and Gallbladder of Lie Yang", not to mention Luo Si Ding's superficial cultivation.
Luo Si Ming's tone was indifferent, as if he was really bored: "I'm not interested in you, where is your father?" Although he looked at Luo Si Ding, he didn't pay attention to him at all.
By the way, he is like this, he has always been like this... Luo Si Ding fought with him, fought with him, and robbed him since he was a child. Luo Siming will always be the one who is unhurried and can't grab anything. However, he easily got everything that Luo Si Ding wanted. Power, martial arts, popularity, fame... Why is it always him, why is he robbing all good things!
"Young master, please don't kill!"
The sword was cold, and Luo Si Ding was covered in it. But it was Yan San who fought against Young Master Ling came back. He and Ling Gongzi were in a tight fight, but unexpectedly, he suddenly dragged back with a single sword, and scattered sword shadows to protect Luo Si Ding, pushing him out of the battle circle. First, he slashed Luo Siming three times, and then went back to Ling Gongzi three times. The fault is not that his swordsmanship and skill are both excellent, and it is impossible to have such a performance.
Yan San was able to defeat the other with one enemy and two. He heard the sound of fine weapons clashing, and the two swords and knives formed a ball of dazzling snowballs. The three of them fought over a hundred moves in an instant.
Hearing Yan San shouted and slashed with force, the three figures froze, but they separated after touching each other, and each stepped back five steps. When standing still, the white smoke above his head slowly, showing the fierce fighting.
Luo Siming and Ling Gongzi were not injured, but Yansan had bloodstains on his left shoulder. It turned out that he was slightly inferior in the fierce fight just now.
Luo Si shook the edge of his sword, waved the blood beads on the sword, and said lightly.
"Flying geese travel through the heavens and the four seas, and it really lives up to its reputation. If you fight one against one, I will definitely not be your opponent. It's a pity."
If Luo Siming's upright and self-supporting bearing is usually this, Yan Sanji will be heartbroken.
It's a pity that today, this does not represent Luo Siming's demeanor, but represents his determination to kill them all even if he uses methods that he doesn't usually like to use.
While thinking about countermeasures, Luo Si Ding suddenly shouted.
"who is it!"
Luo Si Ding was about to find a gap to escape, but suddenly he felt someone behind him. Just now, he grabbed the 'Feng Rusong' and tied it to his waist, and at this moment, he stabbed the figure behind him with his sword. As soon as the sword was pierced, he only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The long sword has been surrendered.
"The descendants of Luojian Villa, the backhand stab is so badly practiced. You will be punished for a thousand reverse stabs every day as an example."
Luo Si Ding turned his head, but saw a handsome, tall young scholar. In his hand he was holding the wind pine that he had just snatched, but behind his back was a basket of calligraphy and painting. The mood is relaxed and casual.
Luo Si Ding didn't even see when he came in. Yansan was one step ahead of Young Master Ling and Luo Siming to save him, and Qinggong was naturally superior. However, the movement of this young scholar was as fast as a ghost, silent, not much less than Yan San. The way he stabbed himself just now was also inexplicable. If he really fought, he would definitely not be able to take advantage of it.
At this distance, even Yansan was too late to save him. But the scholar didn't want to continue embarrassing himself, he just hugged his arms and looked at him and smiled, making him feel chills.
The number of people at the entrance over there is increasing, all of them are martial arts masters from all major sects, and later there are imprisoned disciples of the sword house. At this moment, there was fighting everywhere outside the Cangjian Pavilion. Luo Siming first led a group of people to break through the dungeon and release some of the sword house brothers.
As soon as Luo Si came back and Luo Yan was not there, the Luo clan on the island did not care about the fight between the two uncles and nephews. It is not difficult to let people go.
At this time, the casting room elites who finally woke up to help have arrived. They rushed in and protected Luo Si Ding in the center.
Kuanglu had no intention of obstructing them, so he let them meet. Yan San was just about to return to their midst when Kuang Lu suddenly struck with a sword and fought with him. Both of them are highly skilled in martial arts, making it difficult to fight well. Can beat the Tibetan sword pavilion.
There were only two groups of people left in the pavilion.
Luo Siming dragged his sword forward two steps and said loudly.
"Luo Si Ding, your father has done all the bad things. Killing others, framing the goods and framing the blame comes first, and the commander of the sword room will be the next. Not to mention that he invaded Guizang Island and plotted to be the head of the family. Yu Wulin, Yu Luo family, are not allowed. The scum that can't be eliminated. You broke into the Tibetan sword pavilion privately today and insulted the ancestors and sects. It is also difficult to escape the family law."
Luo Si Ding had just escaped from Kuang Lu, his face was pale, and his mood could not be calmed down.
"Don't even think about it! My father and my father are amazing! He has experts to help him! If you oppose him, you will all die!! Boys!"
"exist!"
The thirty or so people behind him, all masters in the casting room, responded in unison, and their momentum was no less than that of others.
"Give it to me! They have few people, and give me a random knife!"
Luo Siming put on a frosty mask, and said coldly, "Death will not change."
"superior!"
Suddenly, the chill surged, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. Luo Si Ding's eyes flashed with pride, his eyes flashed, and he had to use his saber to protect himself in all directions. But there were endless screams everywhere, and I didn't know who killed who.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Don't leave a living room, my casting room is the real master of the Luo family!"
He roared for a while, and finally was able to open his eyes, only to see corpses everywhere, all of which were disciples of his forging room. There were more than thirty people who were still alive and dancing just now, and now there are not half of them left. He looked around, only to realize that he was surrounded by four people.
The leader is Luo Siming. The other three are Hanmei's three swords.
Snow light shone in the hands of Luo Si's commander. Many people did not realize that the sword he mastered was the famous sword Hanmei that was lacking in the Guizang Sword Array. What he used with the three swords was naturally the Guizang Sword Formation of Luojian Villa.
If the Guizang Sword Formation is used properly, it can be a master of war magic. At the beginning of the test, Luo Yan's strength was so deep in the past few decades, and he had a thorough understanding of the Luo family's martial arts. This sword formation is a weapon for protecting the master of the Luo family. In the past, it was so powerful that no one in Jiangnan dared to test the sword. Its power can be seen.
Luo Siming is the master of the sword room, so how can he not be involved in this. He had practiced the duties of everyone in the Guizang Sword Formation, and he had practiced better than any one of the four swords. The reason why the four swords of this generation of Hanmei have made rapid progress is not because of their extraordinary talent, but because of a young master who is diligent and extraordinary.
Luo Si's face was sinking like water, his long sword was pointed at his throat, and he said coldly, "Where is Luo Yanren?"
Luo Si Ding's face was ashen, and he said in a trembling voice: "I just don't say it, if you have something, you will kill me—"
The sword light shone, Luo Si Ding screamed, and both palms fell to the ground.
Luo Siming said coldly: "Pass my order, continue to liberate the disciples of the sword room and the people in my eldest room. If the disciples of the casting room resist fiercely, they will be executed. If they voluntarily surrender, they will be treated leniently in the future. Everyone. Good friend, today's matter, Luo Si Mingming is very impressed. Next, I invite you to join the next person to catch Luo Yan's old thief, and lead the public to set an example!"
The secret room is silent.
Aples slowly exhaled a long breath. The breath seemed endless, like the pain of inhaling.
Daomen's breathing method failed to relieve his pain, but he could only continue to try again and again.
A tough guy like him, but his expression at the moment can only be described with the word 'twitching'.
It was as if a wounded beast gasped in the wasteland, and every breath with a trembling breath seemed to tear off a trace of life and disappeared into the world.
I don't know how long it took, but the pain in Aples was still there, but he gave up and continued to relieve the pain with the Taoist mental method, and murmured with a self-deprecating smile.
"The Poison King's method... cures the symptoms but not the root cause."
He was originally injured, and the practice method provided by the Poison King could allow him to obtain a deep internal strength almost equal to his original skill in a short period of time. Just using the two types of yin and yang to attack each other, it is too overbearing and harmful to the body itself. He is extremely strong, and he can usually suppress negative influences.
But the battle with Fort Lord Yeluo was unexpected. He used his real strength, causing the old injury to recur.