"Good!"

Gu Junjie's camp applauded, and it can already be seen which sword is stronger or weaker, and it seems that Gu Junjie's lineup is probably going to win this battle.

"Phew!"

Lu Ming spat on his palm, and the cracked red blood at the tiger's mouth continued to drip down.

He kept circling around the sword-wielding ancient handsome, and his heart no longer had the fighting spirit he had just now.

"Come on!"

Listening to the shouts of the freshmen cheering for him behind him, Lu Ming took a deep breath again, and his two pairs of big copper bell-like eyes stared intently at the eternal hero in front of him.

If the eyes can kill, the ancient Junjie in front of him is afraid that he has died no less than a hundred times, and Lu Ming now wishes that he can become the roundworm in the stomach of this ancient Junjie, so that he can gain insight into the thoughts in his heart.

"Attack the three, or the three?"

Ancient Junjie held the sword in one hand and seemed to be out of order, but it made Lu Ming's heart feel pressure.

No matter how Lu Ming deduced, he didn't seem to be able to break through the defenses of this ancient handsome.

"Damn, it's obviously a hole in the door, but why doesn't it seem like I don't have any chance to attack from anywhere, what is his weakness?"

Lu Ming had already walked around the Ancient Junjie, and the Ancient Junjie with the heavy sword didn't seem to be in a hurry to eliminate Lu Ming, so he let Lu Ming think.

Douda's sweat continued to flow down Lu Ming's forehead, and as Lu Ming circled, the sound of cheering and cheering behind him gradually weakened.

Lang Qiong's brows were also furrowed at this time, he and this ancient Junjie were both swordsmen, but the genres were also different, and now after his deduction, if he faced this swordsman, the victory or defeat should be in the number of five or five.

At the same time, he had already seen that the current Lu Ming no longer had any chance of winning, this ancient Junjie seemed to have an open door, but the trajectory of the heavy sword in his hand was constantly changing with Lu Ming's pace, and every time he changed the sword in his hand, it happened to appear on the trajectory of Lu Ming's attack.

Lang Qiong took a deep breath, unconsciously impressed by the swordsmanship of the ancient period, the swordsmanship of this ancient handsome man is really without tricks, and he only pays attention to one word "volley" in his gestures!

The volley was simple and clear, just like the result of Lu Ming's attack just now, the hammer in his hand was almost out of his hand, and the tiger's mouth was even cracked by the powerful rear force.

Immovable as a mountain, these four words are the portrayal of this ancient Junjie, and the only way to defeat this ancient Junjie is to make his tight defense flawed, and one blow will determine the victory.

But now Lu Ming has obviously fallen into the rhythm of this ancient junjie, and if this continues, Lu Ming will be defeated.

"Oops, I said that you haven't even made progress for more than a year, and it takes so long to fight such a waste, it's really giving us a long face!"

An ancient warrior in heavy armor couldn't help but taunt the swordsman, who he was sure to defeat in three moves for such an opponent.

"If you don't have any other means, then you're welcome!"

This swordsman's face changed slightly when he listened to the mockery of him behind him, and what swordsman didn't care about reputation, the shackles of countless laws of heaven and earth on the blade in his hand were rapidly collapsing, and a kind of palpitating sword intent awakened in this world.

"Hey, the sword intent of the Nanli family is actually hidden in his blood, it seems that the old sword god of the year has high hopes for him!"

The fiery red-haired young man sat on a boulder with his hands on his chest, and he didn't seem to have any special feelings for the sword intent in this swordsman's body.

"Carving insect skills, even against a waste of the current era, you have to stimulate the potential in your body, it's really a shame!"

The warrior with two axes on his shoulders was also sitting next to the fiery red-haired man, and their family had been at odds with the swordsman since ancient times, and this complicated relationship has remained until now.

"Give me death!"

Listening to the ridicule of the two behind him, the swordsman was not only furious in his heart, if there were not many descendants left of the family who had a good relationship with his family, how could he be bullied by these people like this.

With a sword roar, the big tree lay low, and countless leaves fell from the trees one after another, forming a huge giant sword composed of leaves in the forest around the sword qi.

Below this giant sword, a sword wire divine pattern lit up on the forehead of the ancient Junjie, and the fiery red-haired man's eyes lit up, and he said: "It's really surprising to me, the sword god of his family actually used his own godhead to create a divine pattern for him that can only be produced when he enters the pseudo-god realm!"

The warrior who put the two axes at his feet looked at the swordsman in the center of the field with a disdainful expression on his chest with his hands on his chest: "Even if he has a god pattern, if I am asked to fight him, I dare to guarantee that I will definitely take his head within a hundred moves!"

The fiery red-haired man sneered, shook his head and didn't say anything, but the warrior said with a red face: "Why don't you believe it!"

The fiery red-haired man glanced at him and said, "How did I find out that you and your family have a common merit!"

The warrior named Lei Ming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked a little confused: "What merit!"

The fiery red-haired man chuckled and said: "This braggadocio doesn't even have a draft, you really think that the divine pattern is comparable to the life pattern, and the hidden power in it is far from what you imagined, otherwise he is not yet the strength of the fighting spirit, how can he cause the vision of heaven and earth!"

Lei Ming's face was displeased, and he wanted to open his mouth a few times and endured it, and when he looked into the field again, the giant sword composed of green leaves was about to pierce into Lu Ming's chest.

The iron hammer in Lu Ming's hand was stirred up by the sword qi at this time, and he was indeed a little surprised when he saw this scene.

"Why didn't I see him have such strength before, he was really about to be born, so he showed us his strength?"

Lei Ming touched his chin and felt a little unhappy in his heart, but at this moment, a vast sword light flew from the rear of the Tielin Gang.

At that moment, the low-lying tree regained its original straightness again, and the green giant sword composed of leaves also rumbled and was dispersed by this sword qi.

The leaves fell one after another, and a young man holding a sword as white as frost and snow walked slowly in this beautiful picture, a bare head reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.

"Who is it?"

The ancient Junjie was shocked by the anti-war qi in his body, and said to the young man in front of him unwillingly.

"The surname is Cao, and the name is Batian!"