Damn sneer, people want to stomp a few times with their boots at a glance, and completely squash his face!

Although Rong Erjia's body has been volleyed, he is in the Sword Saint realm after all, and he can fly completely, so there is no disadvantage that he cannot borrow his strength. He let out a cold cry in his heart, forcing the true qi in his body to pour into the sword again, and the wind pressure he brought with him was even greater, and even the snow around Hua Fei had disappeared out of thin air.

The resentment in Rong Erjia's eyes and the excitement of imminent revenge fused together, indescribably hideous, but he ignored one point, to be precise, he didn't care at all, that is, Hua Fei still didn't move, steady as a mountain.

Lu Ming couldn't help frowning, he couldn't see through it. Even if Sword Scar was busy extracting the essence of heaven and earth through sword intent to help him repair his injuries at this moment, he could see ordinary people clearly with his own perception and eyesight, even Bal Tiger was nothing more than that.

But Ouyang Luo, who is back now, and Hua Fei, and Lu Ming really can't see through, are they sword heroes, or sword kings? or......

Phew!

The sound of the sword unsheathed was so harsh and surprising at this moment.

Ouyang Luo! Lu Ming's eyes turned sharply, and he immediately saw Ouyang Luo's sword unsheathed, and his left foot stepped on the ground, and the whole person shot up in an instant, and stabbed out with a sword.

In the face of the sword saint powerhouse's almost all-out sword, who still dares to use the sword? Hundreds of Bal Tiger's personal guards shook their heads speechlessly, with a sneer of disdain on their faces, they were ready to wait for Rong Erjia's sword to fall, and they would go and clean up this group of boys who didn't know the height of the sky.

Syllable!

The two swords clashed with each other with a strange explosion, and a cloud-like sword aura burst out. Rong Erjia looked at Ouyang Luo, who was close at hand, his face was stunned for a moment, and then his mouth twisted painfully, and he could even see red blood light.

As soon as Rong Erjia sensed the unshakable power of the other party, his figure suddenly flew upside down, and his painful open mouth seemed to be pouring blood.

He was no longer a kite with a broken string, but a polo that was smashed out with all his might, he shot straight to the ground at the angle that Ouyang Luo's sword slashed, and then smashed into it with a bang.

Bang! The tremendous impact that the Rong'er armor carried. The snow on the ground shook again. There is an additional humanoid pothole in the ground. The greatsword arced, spiraling silently into the ground, leaving only one hilt exposed.

Ouyang Luo's sword directly hit the Rong Erjia of the Two-Bladed Sword Saint Realm!

saw Ouyang Luo landing lightly. As well as the understatement of the sword that was withdrawn from the sheath. The cold grassland exploded with a bang.

Sword Saint Strength!Lu Ming could only guess the Sword Realm that Ouyang Luo might have. However, now he has not only defeated the Sword Master with one sword, but also made the other party's life and death uncertain, which is simply ......

Lu Ming had never felt so surprised. Even if Ouyang Luo's strength is in the realm of the Sword King, it can be said in any way, but he actually has the strength to surpass the Two-Bladed Sword Saint!

"This guy ......"

Lu Ming couldn't express his inner emotions for a while, and there was only surprise left in it. It's just that he has already begun to fuse the sword dao of the two worlds, and he has made some progress, but when he saw Ouyang Luo's sword, he knew that this process was probably longer than he imagined.

Leng Jian, Nangong Huajian, Zhuo Li Getu, their eyes were all shining brightly, although they were all very surprised, but Ouyang Luo's victory was his own victory, which made the three people who had been pressed and beaten all the time feel happy.

The sword students were full of surprise, they couldn't imagine how Ouyang Luo could have such strength, and then think about their father or grandfather, they were all people with status in the Sword Hall, and the Sword Realm was just like that, but the age gap was quite huge!

With a snort, Bal Hu's already seriously injured body stood up directly, the teacup in his hand had been shattered, and the tea soup was mixed with a trace of blood dripping, which showed that his hand had been cut by the broken teacup.

The sword that Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian used to exert themselves before was just an itch for Bal Hu, but at the moment, he was cut by a small porcelain fragment.

This can only show that the shock and surprise in his heart are so strong that he has forgotten to defend himself.

"Sword ...... Juggernaut?"

Bal Hu's heart was beating violently, "How old is he? I'm afraid he's only in his twenties, right? But how can he cultivate to have such power......?" That's fucking bullshit, isn't it?"

Bal Hu was in a high position, his sword realm was excellent, and through Ouyang Luo's sword, he had already seen many existences that others could not see, and he smelled a smell more keenly.

But that's why he's so surprised. Sometimes seeing things too thoroughly is a pain in itself.

The Balhu guards who were about to teach these two latecomers a good lesson were all stunned, the battle just now was just a matter of a moment, and none of them could see what was going on, but their own sword saint was beaten into the ground with a sword, but it was the best explanation of the result.

The arrogance of the guards was extinguished in an instant, and they all shrank back and quietly retreated to Balhu's side.

Rong Erjia snorted and bounced in the snow, but his body staggered, he reached out and summoned his giant sword, supported the ground with the sword, and supported his body. He viciously wiped the remaining blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and said in surprise: "Impossible, I am a two-bladed sword saint, I have been cultivating for seventy years, how old are you, how can you defeat me?"

Ouyang Luo smiled indifferently and said, "I am greedy for a wolf sword body and have the strength of a sword saint, so I am just lucky." ”

"Greedy wolf sword body Xiaocheng?"

"It turns out that he has the greedy wolf sword body! Just Xiaocheng, he can have the strength of the Sword Saint? If it is Dacheng, then what?"

"Sword body talent? Or is it the greedy wolf sword body that kills the main one? Where is this just luck, it's so lucky!"

"That's right, why don't I have a sword body talent, but this guy does?"

The crowd buzzed, saying everything, surprised, envious, and jealous.

Lu Ming was also extremely surprised, he had talked about the sword body with the old sword master and the Sword Saint of Destruction, knowing that this kind of talent could be said to be one in ten thousand, even the entire empire was one of the few, but if you want to reach the realm of Xiaocheng, you also need to have an extremely thorough understanding of the sword.

If the understanding of the sword can't keep up, then the talent is just a talent.

Nangong Huajian glanced at Leng Jian and the fat man, it seems that what Lu Ming said at the beginning was not wrong at all, Ouyang Luo followed that Sword Venerable, it was really a good thing!

It's just that such a good thing is a great threat in the eyes of Bal Hu.

Bal Tiger's eyes rolled, and he quietly lifted the last trace of true qi in his body, and it bounced up, and the whole person flew out in an instant.

Ouyang Luo's sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the greedy wolf's killing intent instantly locked on Bal Hu.

Bal Hu, who had already shot out dozens of meters away, suddenly stiffened, and didn't even dare to move for a while. The strong feeling of greedy wolf killing intent locking on oneself was no longer a needle prick, but a sword suspended around one's body, as long as he moved a little, he would be torn apart by the sword.

In just a moment, Bal Hu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, this was the third time in his life, and death was only half a step away from him.

The first time was Lu Ming's sword qi of destruction, the second time was Lu Ming's sword, and now it is the third time.

But they were all too young, they should have been immature, but they brought themselves a series of deadly threats.

Balhu was very unwilling, but in the face of such a powerful force of the other party, all efforts were in vain, if he could return to the tribe, then things would be different.

It's just that the other party is willing to give himself a chance to go back? The answer is obviously impossible, even if Rong Erjia and Sang Maotu, as well as hundreds of elite warriors desperately block it, this kid with the greedy wolf sword body will kill himself with a sword before being blocked.

Feeling the cold killing intent coming from all around him, Bal Hu turned around freely and quietly looked at Ouyang Luo, who stabbed the sky with a sword.

At this time when he saw everything clearly, Bal Tiger completely had the bearing before the decline of a generation of heroes.

Lu Ming nodded secretly, although Ouyang Luo's greedy wolf sword body was only a small one, it could already send out a killing intent that made the soul tremble, in this case, the average swordsman would not even be able to escape, let alone fight, even escaping would become a luxury.

This kind of fear does not come from the gap in the sword realm at all, but directly acts on the soul!

The talent of the sword body is really enviable! Lu Ming looked at this long-missing buddy, and he was also envious for a while.

The slender and tall Sword Saint Sang Maotu narrowed a pair of gloomy eyes, and couldn't help but snort, "Do you want to be the enemy of the entire Saiwai?"

Buzz, hundreds of pro-guards suddenly boosted their morale!

"That's right, no matter how strong the other party is, no matter how high the other party's status is, but since he dares to embarrass the Great Khan of Balhu, it is to embarrass the entire grassland, and all swordsmen who are loyal to Balhu will definitely hunt these people down to the end!"

"Aha! We occupy one-seventh of the empire and have tens of millions of people!"

A stout steppe warrior shouted, "Do you want to face the siege of tens of thousands of troops? Or the attack of the Cypriot Rangers? Or the countless assassinations that are not there? Or the poisoning that you have to watch out for even your daily meals and drinks?"

"Dare to embarrass the Great Khan, dare to go against the whole Saiwai, I think they don't like to die fast enough!"

"Not only do these people not know the height of the sky, but they are also very stupid!"

"Hmph, while our Great Khan is not angry, hurry up and kowtow to make amends, otherwise, you will all die!"

The steppe warriors remembered through Sang Maotu's words that they were still the masters of the grassland! But in an instant, they had already begun to aggressively force each other! (To be continued......