Yujian slowly stroked his face, as gentle as the tone she used to call him 'shige'. No one understands this silent, almost mute young man like Yu Jian. When he came to the Luo family, he had no relatives and no reason, and it seemed that he was born to practice swordsmanship. When Yujian saw him, he was practicing swordsmanship. There's never been a fun time.
He said that the master taught him the swordsmanship, and he would rather practice for a while, with a rare smile on his face.
Yujian could not understand his mood. She has always been more fearful than respectful of the man who monitors her swordsmanship progress every day.
No one has ever worshipped the arrogant Tianjian Luoming like the wind sword. I am afraid that at the moment of death, he is still willing.
Yujian, who has always treated his master cowardly, raised his head, and his eyes were like a group of fire.
"... He was raised by me. It was only natural for me to kill him."
No one asked him, but Luo Ming answered by himself. As if raising his eyes could make him instinctively feel the crisis.
Among the four disciples he personally trained, Yujian has the highest talent, but the weakest temperament. The strength of martial arts depends not only on aptitude, but also on xinxing. The talent is outstanding, and encountering a master does not necessarily make a master. Famous sects often have weak points, and it is often because of this.
But she had never seen this look.
It was a murderous look.
"... Then you might as well kill me too."
Yujian took out a sword and stood up. What Jianfeng pointed to was Luo Ming's heart.
"Take this tattered piece back, you... are insulting my sword."
There was a rare bit of anger in Luo Ming's blank and emotionless voice. He had never been so emotionally shaken when he killed Fengjian, but it was a sword that irritated him.
The sword in Yu Jianxian's hand is of a simple design, not a product of the Central Plains, but seems to be a simple iron sword used by foreigners in the southern border. Not to mention the rust on the sword, the hilt of the sword is wrapped in animal skin and bamboo pieces, it is just a piece of rusted iron. Compared with the radiant Diyuan Longtu in Luo Ming's hands, it is so shabby and shabby that it is staggering.
Yu Jian's face is calm and his steps are light, like a ghost in a rainy night.
"At least this sword, you know what it means to die rather than yield. Your sword is just a piece of hard scrap iron."
"You're going to die."
The blood mist suddenly spread, and Luo Ming's sword was already cut on the side of Yujian's neck. A crack appeared on Yujianxue's neck skin, and the sword wind was terrifyingly sharp.
"Complete you."
And Yujian did not dodge or evade, let the big sword swing, and it stabbed straight at it.
However, I saw a green shadow passing by like a swallow, and I drew my sword in the air to strike, and a 'dang' sounded!
The sword was slender, and it was supposed to be a stabbing sword that was mainly used for thrusting. Unexpectedly, this man slashed across Luo Mingjian with one sword. What is even more astonishing is that Diyuan Longtu did not cut off one of the opponent's thin swords. The swords of the two sides were glued together, and they fought recklessly.
Shen Yiren held back the numbness that reached half of her body and fell to the ground, at least she blocked the sword.
It's too late and it's too fast, Yujian's sword is unbelievably fast. This sword was originally a sword that Feng Jian took away from Ling Fengxing's heart, but it was completely used in her hand. The speed is even higher than that of the wind sword. A sword was stabbed in Luo Ming's chest, and the highly concentrated sword light pierced the body's true qi, and blood stained the red shirt. Only then did Luo Ming react and retreat, but let the blood drip all over the ground.
The strength of the body protection of the masters of supernatural powers has always been unbreakable. It doesn't mean that their internal strength is so strong that the whole body defense is so strong, but that they only need a thought, and the weakest can become the strongest under the movement of infuriating qi. It is one of the biggest obstacles for the next-level masters to challenge them. And Luo Ming obviously didn't have time to exercise and protect his body, otherwise, no matter how fast the sword of Yujian was, he would not be able to stab him to lose so much blood.
Shen Yi's mind turned and shouted: "He was affected by this demon sword, and he is not good at defending! Those who are guarding will hold his sword with me, and the rest will attack with all their might! It will definitely damage this scorpion!"
After speaking, Master Mianhua and Elder Jia of the beggar gang covered up at the same time.
Luo Ming showed an angry expression like being offended.
"court death."
The blood sword was swung out, and the cold red light was blowing like a gust of wind. These two first-class players were unable to match the sharpness of the Shenfeng, and they were forced to retreat with one sword.
And Luo Ming Chaos's consciousness could still vaguely identify who was the culprit who hurt her. After a sword forced the two back, another sword stabbed at Yujian. When the sword reached the middle, it seemed to be held up by a soft force, and the sword edge tilted upwards a little.
"Brother Luo, don't be in such a hurry."
The person who came later was the elder Wudang Shou.
"This girl can be regarded as your rare number one person. It's a pity to kill him."
Luo Ming shouted wildly, and the unparalleled internal force burst out, the big sword spun in a circle, and there was nothing that could not be slashed within a ten-foot radius. However, Elder Shou's robe sleeves were arched, and his body was as light as a piece of paper.
Elder Shou said proudly: "There is still good news. The person you locked up was also released by me. Brother Luo also saw the outside world and gave me this great merit from the heavens to Wudang. Chongxu, not rich in things. When I met my old man with thick skin, I had to be disrespectful."
"...You..." Luo Ming was furious, but seemed to be enveloped in a layer of chaos, making it difficult to show his emotions. The hand holding the sword could not help shaking.
"… die!"
The great sword danced wildly, but it did not exchange for the fear of the enemy.
"Elder Jia step back, Elder Shou and Master Mianhua, please catch the three swords. Brother Hong, please alternate with Master Mianhua after three moves." In contrast, the Heavenly Sword, which once used 'reason' to analyze the world's martial arts, is now chaotic and full of flaws. Under the siege of many masters, he was hit again and again.
Suddenly, with a roar, he used his strong internal force to split the opponent's defense with a sword. Then he stabbed the sword diagonally, stabbing Elder Jia, who was recovering his anger.
Elder Jia sighed that my life is over!
However, she saw that the girl who had just been commanding the battle formation had already flown in front of her, holding a long sword in both hands, like swinging a giant axe, she slashed heavily and carried the sword.
Shen Yiren raised his head, his eyes were filled with incomparable fighting intent: "He is in a mess, his martial arts are greatly reduced, and he took the opportunity to kill him!"
Luo Ming only felt that there were enemies in all directions. Although they were not strong, they could subtly threaten him. As if there were thousands of ants crawling on his body, he became more and more upset. The big sword in his hand was slashing wildly, but the sword had not yet opened its edge, and it was only powerful.
Luo Ming's sword was getting faster and faster, but he felt suddenly stopped by something. Not only the sword, but also the whole body is covered with an invisible layer of 'force' like isinglass.
Three words came clearly in my ears.
"And I!"
Suddenly, a huge force came from his face, and Luo Ming felt a pain in his face, and the whole person was blasted out by the huge force.
Aples, who suddenly appeared, slammed Luo Ming's face with a heavy punch, knocking him out three feet away. And behind him, followed by the ghost and ghost who were rushing towards the ring.
Aples roared to the sky.
"Dog thief, your biggest mistake is that you didn't kill me Aples!"
The ghosts and gods of the northern Xinjiang, come again.
Chapter 127 Breaking the Dream
Forest leaves are dense, a fierce tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead slowly walks by the stream. This king of beasts looked up to himself on the water, unaware that danger was coming quietly.
Tiger hunting, even in the long tradition of hunting, can only be undertaken by the heroes of the hunter who are respected as 'big hunters'. The normal extinction of tigers requires three yamen to send good hands. If the number of tigers is rare, ten excellent hunters can be found, and they can set traps as tools, some as bait, and some as nets. The next tiger is coming.
And facing this fierce tiger, the hunter hiding in the deep leaves has been waiting for a long time.
A pitch-black arrow rested quietly on the bowstring, the bow was full moon early, like frost in the dark night, an arrow flew through the air, as if the most brilliant butcher, silently found the gap in the tiger's bones, and passed through. Broken the soft neck of the tiger.
The will of this fierce tiger did not yield, and it still did not fall down after being penetrated through its throat. Driven by the primitive **, the tiger instinctively ran down the mountain.