The first of the thirteen swords of murder.

Li Ming's body was weak, the blood in his abdomen was flowing slowly, his clothes were dyed red, and his whole body was covered in blood, some were enemies, and some were his own.

Bloody battle, he fought completely, killed the other party's three warriors in blood, and Li Ming himself was close to running out of oil.

If it weren't for the fact that he had shattered one of the opponent's arms with the Heavenly Sword just now, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness, Li Ming would not have been able to resist for so long.

But this time, he closed his eyes and seemed to comprehend the essence of the first sword of the thirteen swords of killing.

Killing people is originally unpretentious, simple with one sword, it doesn't matter if there are too many fancy, and the thirteen swords of killing are the best in killing swordsmanship, Li Ming grabbed a little bit of aura.

A sword is not as gorgeous and dazzling as before, it is just a simple sword.

Nothing more.

The orc warrior's face changed wildly, and he couldn't believe it, he had seen a martial artist-level person use such a move.

Sword intent, which belongs to the artistic conception of a martial art, is free from the restrictions of moves and embodies the essence of this martial arts.

This can only be comprehended by people at the level of martial artists, and Li Ming has comprehended a little bit in martial arts, and he is afraid that he has not reached one percent, but he has really touched the threshold.

"I'm going to destroy you." The orc warrior roared angrily, slapped down with one palm, and aimed at Li Ming's heavenly sword, wanting to smash the sword intent on it.

The sword will be broken, the heart will collapse, and the whole person will be half wasted.

It's ruthless.

There was a loud bang, and his palm slapped on the Heavenly Sword, making a huge roar.

However, the Heavenly Sword was a simple shock, a slight shock, and it shook itself, and Li Ming didn't know it at all, and the Heavenly Sword shook by itself.

Perhaps, it was the sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of Murder that was shaking.

The shock that this shock brought to the orc warrior was extremely terrifying, he couldn't believe it, and the sharp pain in his arm told him that it was true.

There was a slight explosion, and the only arm of the orc warrior exploded, shattered by the shock on the Heavenly Sword.

But the orc warrior didn't have time to cry out in pain, and the Heavenly Sword simply crossed a trajectory, easy and lonely, but what he brought down was a distorted head, and that hideous expression seemed to be an accusation of unwillingness.

"Whew, whew." Li Ming gasped, opened his eyes, his mouth was dry, and his expression was thoughtful.

"How did that feel just now?" Li Ming asked himself.

He closed his eyes, and then everything was done according to the feeling in his head, he didn't see, but heard the terrified shouts of the orc samurai.

Sword intent.

"Does the sword have sword intent?" Li Ming asked himself, he didn't know.

If you want to talk about martial arts cultivation, Li Ming didn't have any of it, he didn't go through anyone's teaching, he was completely alone, and he only got to this point by virtue of increasing the mod of the value.

And out of Morta, he entered the Silent Forest, then the Inner Forest, and then the remains of the Flower and the Sword.

He hadn't communicated with anyone, so he had very limited knowledge of the world.

The layman among the laymen is a person like Li Ming.

But now is not the time to think about this, Li Ming raised his head and looked at the orcs and humans who continued to fight around him, and the white fox was fighting with the two warriors not far away.

The white fox had turned blood-red, its crystal clear fur was completely dyed red, and its steps staggered, but the two samurai on the opposite side were also scarred.

After watching it for a while, Li Ming was sure that the white fox would win, because it had the upper hand, it was completely a fighting style, and he was also scarred.

The skeleton fights with a human warrior, but it is difficult and abnormal, belonging to the person who was beaten, but the golden skeleton is really hard, and there are not too many problems in fighting until now.

And just when Li Ming looked at the skeleton, Qingluo's side ended the war, and she paid an extremely heavy price to launch a big move, solving two people at once.

There was a loud roar that blew up a large group of orcs around it.

And Qingluo was also blown away, and her body flew out weakly, and she was about to fall to the ground, her face was pale, and blood gushed from her mouth.

"Not good." Li Ming's face changed, and he hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body forward, and with a move of both hands, he held Qingluo in his arms, saving her from falling to the ground, and the injury was aggravated.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Ming asked anxiously.

"Ahem, if I keep fighting, I'm going to die." Qingluo showed a miserable smile, and the whole person drilled into Li Ming's arms.

She wanted to find a little warmth, only in Li Ming's arms, that warm feeling was very comfortable, and she was very relieved to stay in Li Ming's arms after she was injured.

The so-called killing around her has nothing to do with her, and now she has a hard time raising her hand.

Li Ming looked at Qingluo, who usually looks like a delicate flower, becoming like this, and his heart ached, and now she seems to be a remnant flower defeated by rain and snow, and the flowers and leaves are withered.

At the same time, the white fox also paid the price of being pierced through the chest by a sword, and then fell to the ground weakly, with a thin thin sword stuck in his body.

Its eyes were misty, its chest was slightly angry, and it looked in the direction of Li Ming and Qingluo, with a trace of reluctance in its eyes, it knew that it was probably really going to die.

Over there, the skeleton was hit by a big move by the samurai, with a click, the leg bone was broken, and it fell weakly, but it was still preventing the samurai from coming over to kill Li Ming and Qingluo, although it was sadly humiliated and beaten again and again.

Li Ming looked around, and his partners fell one by one.

"What to do, what to do now?" Li Ming's face was painful, he kept calculating the time, it was still very early, and he hadn't reached that critical point at all, but they all had no combat effectiveness.

It was originally designed to hide aside and kill the enemy, but where did I think that twelve samurai suddenly appeared, disrupting their plans in one fell swoop.

Twelve samurai, eleven that four people can kill is already very good, but what next?

"The kid who should kill a thousand knives, think of a way." The sound of the skeleton killing the pig was heard, with a hint of sadness, and it also understood the current situation.

The white fox lay weakly in a pool of blood, looking at Li Ming with a hopeful look, hoping to come up with a solution.

Looking around, the killing continues, millions of battlefields, everyone is killing the enemy, and no one can save them.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat and don't want anything." Li Ming hugged Qingluo, and the Heavenly Sword was placed around him at will, he looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was sad, hoarse, with a trace of blood and tears.

He regretted it, he was wrong, he did not calculate such a scenario at all, the battlefield was at a thousand points, and no one knew what would happen.

He miscalculated, so everyone also failed, and now the only hope is that the soul of the flower and the sword will be merciful.

However, there was no response, everything around him continued, and Li Ming looked at the sky in despair.

In the distance, a ninth-level orc martial arts person saw Li Ming and them, and with a hint of excitement, he attacked and killed them with a weapon.

Run fast, danger comes.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat." Li Ming roared, sad and indignant.

In her arms, Qingluo opened her mouth weakly, without making a sound, her throat was hoarse, and she looked at Li Ming's collapsed appearance with a trace of distress.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat." The white fox pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself, it didn't complain about anyone, only that he was too greedy.

The remnants of the soul of the flower and sword have existed for thousands of years, and they will be born for a while every hundred years, but every time they enter, no one comes out alive.

Why are those powerful monsters in the inner forest reluctant to go in? That's why.

Now the white fox understands that he is too greedy and is to blame.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat." The skeletal soul fire roared, its rage, its humiliation at the humiliation of the orc warrior again and again, it had long been grief-stricken.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat." Li Ming looked up to the sky and roared again, the corners of his eyes burst, and he felt weak for a while.

This is the second time, the first time is to be chased and killed by Jia Yidao.

The ninth-level orc of the martial apprentice approached, holding a machete, and slashed down excitedly, aiming at Li Ming's head.

"I threw in the towel." Li Ming laughed miserably, lowered his head and looked at Qingluo, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

He has a good impression of Qingluo, and in the moment of life and death, he understands his heart and has already been attracted by Qingluo.

"The soul of the flower and the sword, we admit defeat." Qingluo seemed to see Li Ming's eyes and guessed Li Ming's intentions, the corners of her mouth weakly pulled out a smile, and then slowly closed her eyes, ready to bear this last moment with Li Ming.

Then, in the next second, time and space seemed to be forbidden, and the people who were fighting, fighting, and dying all stopped at this moment.

"You're throwing in the towel?" The voice of the soul of the flower and the sword echoed in the sky.

Hope flashed in Li Ming's eyes. "Yes, we threw in the towel."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to throw in the towel, close your eyes." The soul of the flower and the sword spoke lightly.

Li Ming, Qingluo, skeleton, and fox all closed their eyes in surprise.

Brush, the surroundings seemed to be changing, and in just three seconds, Li Ming opened his eyes, and everything in front of him made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The auction hall, they are back, and whatever the price is next, it will be worth it.

But several people's bodies were scarred, especially the fox, who came back directly with a thin and thin sword.

"The mission is over for the time being, and everyone will return unified." The voice of the soul of the flower and the sword sounded, calm and emotionless.

At the same time, everyone came back, but there was a big attrition, and the number of people who came back was very rare.

"What's going on, how did we get back?" The people who came back were surprised, and of course they were all very happy.

They are no better than Li Ming, they are all scarred, and even two of them are on the verge of death.

May and Carl, as for Mo Li, did not come back.

Mei was stabbed through her chest with a sword, and she was unconscious for a long time, but her chest was rising and falling slightly, proving that she was still alive.

And Li Ming reluctantly turned his head and looked at the rest of the people.

Ernest was left alone in the Holy See of Light, and the rest were gone, and Ernest's left hand was torn apart, and he had lost an arm.

Eren was the only one left among the broadsword streamers, and the rest died.

The silver wolf didn't come back either, Lacey came back, Merol didn't come back.

It's tragic, it's too tragic.