On the other side, Lin Darttou was also shocked, he squinted his eyes, and said secretly: "This one named Lu Ming is really too genius, genius doesn't seem to be able to express him accurately at all, he won without a sword in this hand, it is really unprecedented, and there is no one after him!"

On the window on the second floor, the old sword master wore his beard and smiled, but there was still a trace of shock on his face.

"Hey...... Have you heard? Lu Ming, who went to challenge Xue Mei, defeated Yi Tianzhong of the Sword Hall and Xue Mei's junior brother Haoyu without a single sword!"

In a tavern in Fenghua City, a young swordsman said with a shocked face, and everyone at the wine table in front of him was immediately surprised when they heard it: "What's the matter? Lu Ming didn't come out with a sword, and he won without a fight?"

On the battlefield at that time, Lu Ming just sat there steadily, and then stabbed a sword out of thin air, and the two people both vomited blood, and finally the scenery came, and they ran back in disgrace, losing face at all. ”

"Wow! In this way, isn't that Lu Ming undefeated in a battle? Could it be that he, if he has divine help?" Everyone was shocked beyond measure.

In several other more prosperous cities, rumors about Lu Ming have been boiling, and the streets and alleys are talking about the process of victory without a fight, and the rumors are originally spreading more and more evil, but this time, no matter how it is spread, it has not escaped the sword that comes like a god.

Perhaps, even the imaginative cannot imagine this sword more vividly.

However, there is one place that is different from the way it boils everywhere, and that is the casino. Gamblers everywhere have really gone crazy. They gulped down the liquor and slammed the table to vent the question of where the money was going.

Yes, all the gamblers were very angry, some began to scold Xue Mei's followers for their incompetence, and some even began to wonder if this was a game between Xue Mei and Lu Ming.

But when people became depressed after venting, their brains calmed down, thinking about what Xue Mei had done to the Lu family. It's all very clear. There was no possibility of reconciliation between them, and all the gamblers looked at the road map provided by the casino on the wall, and the dark horse with the number eighteen was already just a step away from the Holy Sword Mountain. The dark horse is Lu Ming. Eighteen is the number of battles he won.

Gamblers are looking at the dark horses that are accumulating higher and higher prizes. One by one, he tore at his dry hair. Blinking the panda's eyes, which drooped huge bags under their eyes, began to regain their strength, and they made the last bet. It was placed on the Holy Sword Mountain. This is the last hope, and Xue Mei, who has all the temperament of the proud girl of the sky, can definitely bring the greatest hope to countless gamblers.

At this moment, many casino shareholders began to think about a question, that is, whether to hire some real masters to ensure that Lu Ming would not be assassinated before he arrived at the Holy Sword Mountain, otherwise, the casino's losses would be extremely huge.

And some of the real veteran powerhouses also cast their eyes one after another, paying attention to this farce that was once only thought to be like a child's play, and everything Lu Ming showed also began to make countless powerhouses think deeply.

In short, the entire Qingyuanzhou, no, most of the empire has begun to boil, and many of them are people who pay attention to Xue Mei, this god-like dream lover, and more are some big nobles, after all, they are the shareholders behind the big casinos.

Different from the lively scenes in various places, the town where Lu Ming was located was relatively quiet, and the eyes of more swordsmen looking at Lu Ming were no longer contemptuous and disdainful, but real fear, fear, and awe.

"Lu Ming!" At this time, there was a roar in the crowd of swordsmen that shocked the heavens and the earth: "You waste wood still want to challenge Lord Xue Mei, you must end up defeating, you will lose, you waste wood!"

The roar shook the earth, hovering over the silent town, but many swordsmen were looking for this voice, wanting to see who had such courage, but they didn't see anyone, didn't see a single person shouting, everyone was looking for it in confusion.

Lu Ming, who was still sitting on the chair, smiled indifferently, he moved his gaze slightly, and he looked at a place.

The swordsmen there were all shocked, and they used various ways to express that they were not the ones who shouted, and then they suddenly realized, and they all jumped to the side, revealing a squatting swordsman on the ground, he was leaning his hands on his mouth, and his whole body exuded waves of energy fluctuations, obviously using his true qi to transmit sound and mislead people's hearing.

When Lu Ming saw this person, he smiled again, he didn't expect this guy to be really genius, he wanted to scold himself a few words, and he even thought of this way, if it was used in swordsmanship, he should be a good swordsman.

It's a pity that they are just doing it, and it is a lack of imagination to really study swordsmanship.

When the man found out that he was exposed, he got up and ran away, and when he ran into the crowd, he immediately turned back and wanted to say a few more cruel words, but he was shocked, trembling all over, and cold sweat was dripping down, and he still maintained the posture when he turned around, but under this difficult action, he did not dare to move again, as if he was forced to the neck with a sword.

These many swordsmen, naturally there are those who are bold, and there are people who don't care about anything for the sake of ideals and goals, but when they want to form a group and scold together, they are frozen in an instant, and they all stop moving, and the cold sweat is constantly falling, crackling, like a light rain.

And the reason for all this was just that Lu Ming glanced at them with a slight smile. But in the eyes of these swordsmen, although Lu Ming was smiling, his cold eyes made people feel like falling into an ice cave, and there was an invisible force, like a giant mountain pressing on top of his head, as if he only needed to move a little, the mountain would fall down, crushing himself to pieces, and no one dared to try whether it could be crushed, because the pressure was real.

Lu Ming flicked his fingertips, and another sword intent was driven out by the sword marks, instantly turning into countless thin needle tips, constantly stabbing at the throats and hearts of those people, and these vital parts, which suddenly made those people's expressions change greatly, and they were on the verge of collapse.

Lu Ming waved his hand boringly, and the sword intent was instantly retracted into his body by the sword marks, and it dissipated as if it had come.

Puff ...... Puff ......

These dozens of swordsmen suddenly all fell to the ground softly, breathing heavily, as if they had never breathed air in their lives, as greedy as they had never breathed air in their lives, and then they all shook their bodies, got up and ran, some of them couldn't run, and they even ran out of the city, just to get away from this terrible guy, a little farther away, as for what they wanted to say before, they had long forgotten.

Although the remaining swordsmen didn't understand what was going on, they didn't have to be stupid anymore because they had learned from the past, so they kept everything in their hearts, quietly retreated, and then found their own horses, or someone else's, and ran madly towards the Holy Sword Mountain.

Lu Ming indifferently looked at the backs of all the swordsmen who fled from the ordinary, he never made things too difficult for these indifferent people, and used his sword intent, but it was just out of his always quiet nature, after all, with his fingertips, he could exchange himself for a quiet and unnecessary trouble, which was actually very cost-effective.

"The general trend, I've cultivated, Xuemei, are you still waiting for me?" Lu Ming smiled indifferently. It's just that he didn't notice it himself, but at this moment he rose with the rising sun until everyone looked up.

Lu Ming didn't notice this, because he had no intention of competing for the world, he just wanted to do the things in front of him well, that's all.

Several veteran powerhouses who were still standing on a high place showed their smiles, but the smile was very far-fetched, because even they couldn't use the sword intent so carefully, and these Xuemei followers were a group of waste wood that couldn't even use the sword intent, so they could only feel the unprecedented pressure, but they didn't know what was going on.

Several veteran powerhouses feel that Lu Ming is a swordsman who is very worthy of being wooed, even if he can't win over, it's good to get to know him, although he doesn't say that he would rather kill than stay if he doesn't use it for himself, but after all, he is also a strong man, although Lu Ming is a genius, but he is too young and has not grown up yet, this little face will still be given to himself.

Several powerhouses glanced at each other, and they all saw this meaning in each other's eyes, and they couldn't help frowning, and then they began to increase their strength, wanting to see who would be the first to reach Lu Ming's face.

At this time, the old sword master showed his figure in the window on the second floor, and a sword was gently placed on the windowsill in front of him.

Who's this?

Several veteran powerhouses were shocked, and no one would fail to recognize that kind face, it was Ji Wujian! But the aura on his body, how could he already be a sword king? Moreover, he was also an intermediate sword king!

Several people naturally understood what the old sword master meant: "If you want to get to Lu Ming, you have to ask yourself about this sword first." ”

Although they are veteran powerhouses, no one has reached the level of a sword king, and they have signaled that they have no malicious intentions, but they directly dismissed their plans to win over Lu Ming, and their steps involuntarily stood lower, and the sword hero looked down on a sword king, which was obviously not a good thing.

However, when the dark and thin face of the Sword Saint of Destruction appeared in the window, several veteran powerhouses slipped and almost fell on the roof or treetops, and after stabilizing their figures, a few unnatural expressions appeared on their faces, and then they flew away as if they were fleeing. (To be continued......)