The youth's relaxed voice came from the other end of the smoke.
"Are you still alive?"
Luo Ming's body trembled, and then he stopped his legs, the expression on his face was full of surprise.
The tremor just now was not because of fear, but because the body actually moved on its own. Involuntarily run away. It's not about his thoughts. It's biological instinct. His well-trained, battle-hardened limbs are all constantly sending out the danger signal of 'must escape'.
To his surprise, he subconsciously thought that he was the only way left to escape.
But isn't it justifiable? Witnessing such a shocking internal force, how can anyone compete with it
The figure of the young man slowly emerged from the thick smoke, getting closer and closer. Luo Ming's heart was also beating louder and louder.
Ming Fei laughed.
"It's not easy to escape in that situation."
Luo Ming knew what he meant.
As he said, the only flaw in the supernatural power master is the heart.
The shock and fear of seeing the giant cauldron being pulled up in front of him and used as a weapon is itself an extremely wild and aggressive attack. Can make people forget everything, including resistance.
At the critical moment, Luo Ming didn't even have any reaction. The body moved unnecessarily. to help him save his life.
—It was Diyuan Longtu.
Just like when it fell into a magical barrier, this sword can protect the host in times of crisis. Of course, if it wasn't for Luo Ming's own martial skills, he couldn't escape from that blow.
Luo Ming sorted out his thoughts and stopped breathing. Turn around and walk away.
- Can't win, can't win.
"Oh?" Ming Feizhen looked at the embarrassed figure with interest. Luo Ming was not injured by the shocking blow just now, and even his vitality was not lost much. However, the strong will seems to be uprooted.
- That's a monster... impossible to win.
Luo Ming was busy with his life, just looking forward to being able to leave this place. However, he vaguely felt his body trembling, and there was a force preventing him from moving forward. This is not the power of the young man behind him, but the power that is closer, right beside him.
He couldn't help but glance at Diyuan Longtu in his hand.
This sword takes slaying the dragon as the wish, thousands of rare gold as the bone, the arrow of the Son of Heaven as the heart, the spirit of a hundred battles as the courage, and the blood of supernatural powers to quench the front. Born to be the emperor of the sword, he has a very arrogant character. It was like expressing that he was extremely unwilling to be controlled by Luo Ming, the master who had a flaw in his heart, and the sword made a shallow sword sound. When Luo Ming didn't intend to hold it, he had a vague feeling of letting go.
—Even you… want to betray me
At this moment, there were slow footsteps behind him.
Slow, but inescapable, nightmarish footsteps.
In an instant, it seemed that this place was no longer Luojian Villa. Where have you seen such a hopeless scene of dark clouds and the destruction of all things? In the trance, it seems that the time has been misplaced, and it is back to the ancient city of evil that no one could survive ten years ago, when the beasts were rampant.
The white-haired young man who was slowly chasing behind him was the incarnation of that fierce beast back then. Every step of his steps can evoke the deepest fear imprinted in Luo Ming's body. Even the one who ran with his back to the enemy was the same as back then. Before the most ferocious force in the world, it was still so powerless and insignificant.
Ten years later, nothing has changed. The improved swordsmanship and martial arts are just a virtual shell with a superficial appearance. He could not overcome his fears.
But now, there is no son who can resist for him. No... Even if he doesn't want his own life, he has to carry the wind sword he left.
Suddenly, Luo Ming stopped running.
There's nothing left to run.
If you run away at this time, even if you save your life, what can you do? Going to the southern border, it will only become bait for beasts.
A swordsman who is mocked by his own sword has no value in life at all.
"Finally not escaping?" Ming Feizhen's voice came at the same time, followed closely behind him.
Luo Ming turned around. He was not without fear, his feet were still shaking. It is not surprising that the knees seem to be crushed to the knees at any time under the pressure so huge that it is almost visible. Only the hand holding the sword was as calm as ever.
"...I'm a swordsman, if I want to die, I'd rather die at the moment...the sword is not covered in dust."
The big sword attacked straight and turned up a golden light. Ming Feizhen blocked with the black knife, fighting with both blades, and even his voice was muffled. The sword suddenly burst into red gold and brilliance, like a scorching sun in the sky.
Luo Ming knew what a terrifying opponent he was facing, and he mustered his whole body cultivation. This sword was a rare masterpiece in his life. It can be said that it is the perfect achievement of contemporary swordsmanship. Even in the eyes of Ming Feizhen, it is difficult to increase or decrease it.
"Can I still make new moves at this point... The owner of Luojian Villa's swordsmanship is really unfathomable."
Hearing Luo Ming's ears, he only felt an unpleasant sense of familiarity. In the Void Realm, it seems to have heard similar words.
The corners of the white-haired youth's mouth curved into a smile.
"Unfathomable, is it stronger?"
Suddenly, Luo Ming's vision was filled with black.
An unimaginable force, let alone how it was compressed into such a slender black blade, facing Luo Ming's sword move.
Couldn't hold back even for a moment.
When the brilliance was exhausted, Diyuan Long Tu Ruo flew into the sky with a golden dragon, not knowing where it landed. The black knife stopped an inch above his head and did not cut it.
The black knife did not directly hurt him. But it was as if his soul had been shattered. The fear of staying and not killing had already made him lose control of his body. Now Luo Ming can't even move his fingers.
Luo Ming murmured.
"… what exactly is it?"
"Ok?"
"That knife."
Luo Ming stared at the dark knife in front of him. As a result of the reckless fight with Diyuan Longtu, not even a single scratch was left. Even Luo Ming didn't even feel the slightest touch with the sword during the decisive battle. It seems to be chopped on some kind of special substance that can never be destroyed.
"At least tell me the name..."
The white-haired young man pondered for a while, then said.
"This thing was made by me, and the seven-character sword inscription was engraved on it. It was my great master's advice to me. The first two characters are the name of the sword."
Ming Feizhen parted the black knife to his waist and smiled.
"This knife is called 'De Rao'." He walked away without caring about Luo Ming.
Luo Ming shuddered and remembered two sentences.
"... Since coming out of the cave, there is no invincible hand, and you have to spare people... and spare people."
It's a good person to be forgiving and forgiving... so crazy.