Yu Feiyuan's eyes seemed to pass through the curtain, she frowned and said, "Senior is injured, so using force may not be the best choice. Junior... Don't kill the victim."
Luo Ming looked at her walking back and whispered, "This woman... must be killed."
Chapter 81 Wind, Rain, Thunder and Fire
Luo Siming vaguely heard Luo Ming's words and turned around in surprise, but was stopped by Luo Ming.
"It's none of your business here, let's go."
Luo Si Ming said: "But this... Father, she said you were injured... "
"I said... Get out!" Luo Ming's tone seemed to be repressing something like a beast, which made what Yu Feiyuan said even more real.
"Father, father, you..."
"roll!"
Luo Ming roared, Luo Siming didn't dare not leave. The door was closed, and in the quiet room, there was only Luo Ming and a giant sword.
Luo Ming and Yugong's burly swords faced each other for a long time, and suddenly, he spat out blood with a clatter, and the blood was sprinkled all over the floor.
Dark red bloodstains lingered, and there was a strange color in the dark light.
"Damn monster..."
The duel with Ming Feizhen in the Guizang Sword Realm was not unscathed. Although he was rescued by Luo Siming in time, he still paid a small price.
The sword in Guizang Sword Realm, the extremely refined power, made him realize the flaws in Guizang Sword Theory. But the horror as if his soul was cut off still seriously injured him.
But he didn't have time to wait, he really didn't have much time. Immediately start practicing. I want to make up for my shortcomings in martial arts at one time.
Luo Ming's own infuriating source is complicated, and the way of merging is even more domineering. At this moment, when the serious injury is still not healed, he will immediately start practicing advanced martial arts. What would be the consequences of doing this? Even a rookie who had practiced internal skills for three months would surely be eloquent.
The result of Luo Ming's eagerness to make up for it was that his inner qi did not obey his orders again, and Shen Wei's internal injuries were further injured. It was even more ferocious than the last time Luo Yan rode it.
The last time his true qi went wrong, the main reason was because he had refined too much ice, fire, poisonous yuan true qi in a short period of time, and the balance of yin and yang had been lost.
At this moment, it is a genuine injury that is extremely serious, and it will not take a year or a half to treat it. With his cultivation base, it is not easy to say that his complexion has changed. It is almost impossible to vomit blood uncontrollably, or even to the point of spitting up blood.
"That knife... If I could see that knife again..."
Luo Ming closed his eyes, and he could still reproduce the scene before the flash of black light. But he couldn't imagine what would happen after that, except for 'death'. Lingxi was interrupted from then on, and his realization at the moment before his death was enough for him to penetrate the theory of Guizang Sword. However, he was unable to completely recreate the realm of that moment in a short period of time.
In fact, with his cultivation talent, he has the experience of that knife. In ten years, the theory of returning to the possession of the sword is perfect, and it may not be a lie.
All of this is because of an urgent word.
Luo Ming was too anxious.
How extensive and profound is Guizang sword theory, trying to integrate it in a few days, relying on momentary insights, normal people know that it is impossible, but this swordsman genius does not know. Finally sunk to death.
"Master."
"… Come in."
The secret passage behind Jianxin Xiaozhu's left wall opened, and four figures flashed out of it. Kneel down in front of Luo Ming. A tall, slender man with a burly body, with a blindfold on his face, is one-eyed. He saw bloodstains on the ground, and also saw Yugong in front of the door running down the ground. The figure moved slightly, and then he hid in front of Luo Ming, carefully detected the same situation around him, and stretched out his hand to help Luo Ming to perform art.
As soon as the palm touched Luo Ming's back, there was a burst of ferocity, like a wild horse's anti-shock force. The one-eyed man frowned slightly, took a deep breath, raised his inner strength, and actually suppressed the real pressure in Luo Ming's body.
Luo Ming felt that the situation in his body had calmed down, and without opening his eyes, he said lightly: "Fengjian, you are here."
The four-handed Hanmei sword, passed down from generation to generation, is a close guard for the head of the family.
And Luo Ming chose a few other people among the Luo family's children, and only taught them. The four swords of wind, rain, thunder and fire at the moment are the swordsmen he cultivated with all his effort.
Among the wind, rain, thunder and fire, Feng Jian's martial arts are the most outstanding. Especially in the past ten years, Luo Ming lost his beloved son and gradually passed on a unique skill. be a great help to him.
The tall and burly one-eyed man said, "Master, how are you?"
"Maybe."
Luo Ming's complexion is so bad, everyone knows that his condition can only be described as bad. Although the four were startled, they dared not speak. Knowing that a major event is imminent now, if the news of Luo Ming's serious injury spreads out. The building is bound to overturn, and Luojian Villa may also be scattered, and I feel panic in my heart.
And most of the reason why Luo Ming decided to kill Yu Feiyuan came from this. Not only did this woman know the secret of Luo Ming's serious injury from her voice, but what was even more terrifying was her unfathomable cultivation that was able to come to this conclusion based on her voice alone.
In the past few years, this woman has not lost a single defeat in Jiangnan, and her record is outstanding, catching up with the Ziwutong of the year. Although it is well known that Wutong Jinyuxuan's corundum condensing rain magic is extensive and profound - even with Ziwutong's talent and that admirable adventure, she will only reach the realm of supernatural powers after the age of 30 - no matter how talented Yu Feiyuan is, Still won't be the opponent of the seniors in the supernatural realm.
Although this is a well-informed conclusion, but how far she is still, no one dares to guarantee.
Just from the look in her eyes just now, Luo Ming knew that the gap between her and that line might be closer than anyone imagined.
"Master."
Feng Jian's calm voice interrupted Luo Ming's thinking, and Luo Ming shook his head.
"Did you get the sword that the teacher asked you to take?"
"Yes."
Fengjian took out a gold box from the back, which should be used to store the long sword. Just because he was born tall, the box appears to be small.
"Fortunately, the disciple is not humiliated."
There is a simple and simple long sword stored in the golden box, which is full of ancient meaning, but does not hide the sharpness in its sheath.
Luo Ming didn't take it, just nodded.
"Sure enough, it is the 'Five Laos' of Lushan Jianguan. In the past, the swordsman Wu Laosong used this sword to be invincible all over the world and founded the Lushan line. Hehe... After all, I took it."
Luo Ming looked at his apprentice: "How is Ling Fengxing?"
Feng Jian respectfully said: "A peerless master, my disciple is almost not an opponent."
"It doesn't matter... If you win, you will win."
There was a trace of killing intent on Luo Ming's tired face.
"I want you to go and kill someone."
In the dungeon, Song Ou shouted happily.
"Yiren! You've come to save me—ah"
The cheers turned into screams, and Song Ou was knocked unconscious before he finished speaking. The murderer who knocked him unconscious put the knife behind his back as if nothing had happened.
Shen Yiren hurriedly rushed over to check, and after confirming that Song Ou was not in danger, he glared: "Why are you beating him!"
Ming Fei, who knocked the person unconscious, spread his hands and said, "This is not what I want. There are more and more people here. If you want to escape, you must knock him out first."