"Father! You, you actually killed the second uncle!"
"really weird… "
Luo Ming's eyes were filled with doubts, but he didn't look at Luo Yan at all. Diyuan Longtu was stained with Luo Yan's blood, but it did not change. The blood on the sword was rushing out, but it was not embedded in the sword.
"Why not..." His tone was light. But everyone couldn't help but fight a cold war.
Not many warriors present had friendship with Luo Yan, but Luo Ming killed his relatives with a sword without even frowning, and he was even extremely indifferent. Under the control of this demon sword, this person looks like a monster except for his skills and martial arts.
"Second uncle... you... "
It was only then that Luo Siming discovered that although Luo Yan was seriously injured, his heart was not seriously injured. Just now, Luo Ming's sword did not pierce Luo Yan's heart, but only cut through his chest. No wonder it doesn't work, just don't know why.
In addition, Luo Yan's skills have not been fully recovered, and he has not fought a fierce battle. It simply can't meet the requirements of the Sword Intent Swordsman's hard work. It is useless to take the blood from the heart.
"Use this." The Poison King threw out a glass vial, exactly the same as the one Luo Ming had opened just now. Luo Ming didn't reach out to pick it up, but slashed the glass bottle with a sword. The blood beads rolled down the smooth mirror-like blade, and the blood dragon pattern was branded on it like a brand.
The Poison King laughed and said, "This is the son of Ruoyun from the Ling family. I will trouble you for the aftermath, Lord Luo Da Zhuang." The Poison King naturally knew that Ling Ruoyun was the heir of the Lushan Sword Temple. He assassinated Ling Ruoyun for Luo Ming, but there may not be any kindness in it.
Ke Luo Ming just said: "Yes."
"madman!"
Shen Yiren drew his sword brazenly and roared: "Heroes, this scorpion has entered the devil's way and can no longer be regarded as a human being. When dealing with such a person, there is no need to say any rules of the rivers and lakes!" Each of the sticks took out their weapons, either to save their lives or to subdue the demons and defend the road, ready to fight against Luo Ming.
But although the battle was established, no one dared to take the first step.
Shen Yiren was worried about Ming Fei's real safety while facing an opponent of Luo Ming's level, and she couldn't help but fall into a predicament. The rest of the first-class masters with high attainments in martial arts did not dare, but did not know how to start. Luo Ming went to that stop at will, but it was Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, without any flaws.
"His grandma is a bear, I can't say it, do you want to embarrass him to death!"
A black shadow swept out, and without saying a word, the giant god-like palm slammed away with a huge wind.
Elder Jia shouted worriedly: "Young gang master!! Take care!" After saying that, he rushed into battle after mentioning the King Kong Longtouguai. The masters behind him took this as a breakthrough and joined the battle one after another.
Luo Ming did not block Hong Jiu's palm, but instead held his sword and slashed it. The fast speed was difficult to discern with the naked eye, but Hong Jiu stopped in time to avoid falling on the trajectory of Diyuan Longtu.
Clinker Luo Ming's sword was like running clouds and flowing water, and it flashed in a circle, just marking Hong Jiu's head. However, there was only an afterimage, and Hong Jiu avoided the sword even faster.
Surprised, Elder Jia's mournful 'dog thief killed my young gang master, oh my god, I didn't die' from behind, swallowed it back and spit it out and swallowed it back. It was really uncomfortable.
The difference in martial arts between Hong Jiu and Luo Ming was far from the original. I never thought of winning. Looking at Luo Ming's shoulder, he should avoid it as soon as he makes a move. Never try to fight reluctantly, but it really works.
There are not many fights in his life with Ming Feizhen. And the supernatural power level masters do not easily conflict, and if it is not necessary, they will not do it. Ruo Lun has rich experience in the field and supernatural power level hands. I am afraid that even Luo Ming is not as good as Hong Jiu.
There were many masters behind him, and three or five people shot together. Luo Ming, who was so powerful in internal strength, didn't dare to ignore it, so that Hong Jiu slipped out of the battle circle and returned to his anger.
Shen Yi said: "Master Hong, what do you think of the plan for today?"
"drag!"
Hong Jiu said firmly: "This old boy used some unknown means to confuse the boss. We need to give the boss time to come back."
Shen Yiren was slightly stunned: "You... you don't think it's true... Are you okay?"
"Nonsense." Hong Jiu didn't listen to it uncommonly, "I'm a big family member of the Tathagata Buddha. How can it be so easy to die?"
Fighting against many masters, Luo Ming seemed to be bored: "It's useless to kill you all."
Hong Jiu saw the gap and sent another palm from the sky. Before the palm arrived, he felt a sharp thorn in his palm, and he had to turn his palm to avoid it.
"Don't think about it!"
But I saw four silhouettes flashing on the other side, they were the four swords of wind, rain, thunder and fire. The sword that Hong Jiu had to avoid was naturally the sword of the wind.
Fengjian has a deep foundation, and Yu Feiyuan still woke up before he killed him. Then he woke up his younger brother and sister, seeing that the master was besieged by others, how could there be no reason to not protect the master.
"Killing you... it's no use."
Luo Ming's dull eyes changed direction and looked at the young man standing in front of him.
"good."
Feng Jian's keen wildness made him aware that something was wrong, and he suddenly looked back, only to see the blood-colored sword light swept across. But the origin of the Diyuan Long Tujian turned out to be the rain sword in the wind, rain, thunder and fire.
Feng Jian's reaction was so fast that he already understood Master's calculation between the electric light and flint. But he still threw himself out without hesitation and pushed the rain sword away.
When Diyuan Longtu's blade stabbed into his chest, he only cared about confirming the safety of the rain sword.
The little junior sister who was sitting on the ground understood the moment she saw his eyes.
understand everything.
Why did the senior brother not look at her when he was talking; why he occasionally looked back and met his line of sight; why he always came to rescue him when he was in danger, she understood.
He didn't say it in his mouth, but he said it in his heart. Said many, many times. Like his sword, it was as loud as a cry.
She clearly heard.
Hearing that he liked her, said so loudly, so sure.
"It's a necessary sacrifice."
The emotionless tone penetrated into the pain-stuffed chest.
Feng Jian slowly turned his head and looked at him with contempt, anger, unwillingness, and sadness in his eyes...
Finally, there is a kind of sympathy and compassion.
A light breeze brushed the young man's face. After coming to the Central Plains for ten years, this face has not changed much. He still has the perseverance and simplicity of that time, a silent young man who runs like the wind as before.
Feng Jian endured the piercing pain and moved his lips.
"Master... I wish you..."
"… the sword… is not dusty."
The wind stopped.
Sorry for being late guys~
Chapter 126 Suppression
The wind stopped.
The wind sword splayed across the ground, his eyes were slack. His heart was wounded, and he saw that he was no longer alive.
"Master."