Lu Ming looked at the short-haired swordsman in the Sword Saint realm in front of him, and with a wicked smile on his face that only Ouyang Luo and the others could understand, he didn't care about the sword intent emanating from the short-haired Sword Saint in front of him: "Oh, I know." ”

After speaking, Lu Ming flashed and flashed past the short-haired sword body, and put the things he received in his hand on the bed he wanted to go to, not caring about the short-haired sword saint behind him whose face was already a little blue with anger.

At this time, the tower-like swordmaster sitting in the center was also a little frowning, and he gave a direct look at the short-haired swordmaster.

The short-haired sword saint nodded, turned to look at Lu Ming, who had put things away and was actually sitting directly on the bed, gritted his teeth viciously and said: "Boy, it seems that I want to teach you what the rules are, so that as long as you can follow Lao Tzu's three swords, you can choose the bed here!"

When Lu Ming heard this, he got up with the fifty-forging long sword he received from Yan Python Sword Venerable, looked at the short-haired sword saint, and looked indifferent: "Three moves? ”

Enough of what?

A group of people looked at Lu Ming with some inexplicable wonder, thinking to themselves, could it be that this kid admitted that he really couldn't catch the three moves of the short-haired Sword Master? But how could he be so hard-hearted, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he took off his mouth and softened it!

A group of people looked at Lu Ming's eyes and began to become disdainful again, a swordsman of the Sword King Realm wanted to pretend to be tough in front of the Sword Saint, it was simply boring for himself.

The short-haired sword saint was also in a trance for a moment before he 'understood' Lu Ming's words, and the look on his face couldn't help but become a little more playful, and he looked at Lu Ming with disdain: "I really don't know what you kid thinks, don't you want to see Lao Tzu's swordsmanship." Now that you can see this, let's go out and have a fight. ”

As he spoke, the short-haired Sword Saint turned around and walked outside the house, and Lu Ming followed out indifferently.

As soon as the two of them moved like this, the tower-like Sword Saint in the center of the bed got up and walked out of the house without saying a word, and the rest of the people saw this, and they all got up and walked out with different expressions.

Many of the swordsmen whispered.

"I really don't know what that kid thinks, what's the use of having such a hard mouth, even if he has a hard mouth, he will be taught a lesson when the time comes. It's not about doing what needs to be done. ”

"Who didn't have a young time. I see that this kid has arrived at the Sword King Realm at such a young age, and I don't know what to do for a while, we old people in the Sword King Realm are not here to look at the eyes of those two Sword Saints. ”

"Our team has also reached the realm of the Iron Tower to the Ten Blades of the Sword Master. The bottom line of participating in the selection of squadron leaders has been reached. If he succeeds. If the tide rises, our team should be able to get better treatment. ”

"Come on, let's just go out for a walk. The kid was decided, and stupidly gave the tower a chance to stand up. ”

In the courtyard, the short-haired sword master and Lu Ming were already standing opposite each other.

Seeing that everyone in the room walked out, the short-haired sword saint looked at Lu Ming with a sword: "Make a move, remember to take your stinky face after you learned a lesson, and the crockpots containing feces and urine in the house will be handed over to you to clean." ”

Lu Ming raised his head for the first time and looked at the short-haired Sword Saint, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I think whoever sets the rules, those things will be dealt with." ”

Lu Ming's tone was flat without a trace of emotion, and almost instantly provoked the short-haired Sword Saint to grit his teeth.

"Originally, I just wanted to teach your kid a lesson, but now it's all up to you!"

The short-haired sword master almost forced out such a sentence from his mouth, and as soon as the words fell, he drew his sword out of the sheath without saying a word, and flew his sword to point at Lu Ming.

Lu Ming faced such a sword, his expression still did not change, only when the sword qi on the longsword of the short-haired sword saint came in front of him, his body moved.

Everyone saw a sword light flash in the field, Lu Ming's figure steadily avoided the sword of the short-haired Sword Master, the long sword in his hand didn't know when it was unsheathed, and the raised long sword stood upright in front of the throat of the short-haired Sword Master, looking like the short-haired Sword Master himself was going to send the throat to Lu Ming's sword tip.

The sword light flashed, and the two figures in the field stopped again in the blink of an eye, but this time the arrogant look on the face of the short-haired sword saint was completely gone, and the long sword in Lu Ming's hand was lightly tapped on the neck, and a drop of blood came out under the little skin that was broken under the sword blade, and cold sweat flowed on his forehead almost instantly.

"One move, I said that against a guy of your level, you don't need three moves, your sword is too slow!" Lu Ming's voice sounded lightly in the field, and the long sword in his hand stood up and flashed to the side of the cheek of the short-haired sword saint who had a dull expression, and patted it lightly.

"Ahh

Until the short-haired sword master fell to the ground, he also looked at Lu Ming blankly, as if he still hadn't figured out why a swordsman in the Sword King Realm would shoot his sword so quickly.

Lu Ming slapped the short-haired Sword Saint away with a sword, his eyes swept over a group of swordsmen who also looked a little sluggish, and finally landed on another sword saint who was as tall as an iron tower in the field.

The tower-like sturdy sword saint felt Lu Ming's gaze, and couldn't help but be shocked, sobered up from his surprise, and looked at Lu Ming again, although Lu Ming didn't say a word to him, but obviously showed an aura aimed at him.

Some of the surrounding swordsmen also woke up from the shock one after another, and the whispered discussion that was originally not optimistic about Lu Ming completely turned into a burst of undisguised surprise.

"I'm not mistaken, he is a swordsman of the Sword King Realm, and he is actually faster than a sword saint!"

"I don't believe it either...... But didn't I see anyone being slapped away by his sword, I saw that the iron tower and the hook and sickle had touched the iron plate this time. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the hook and sickle is only a three-edged sword saint, and the iron tower is now only one step away from the peak sword saint, this kid dares to deal with the hook and sickle like this, the iron tower will definitely not spare him!"

Ignoring the sudden chatter in the field, the tower-like sword saint frowned, directly raised his sword and walked into the field, looked at Lu Ming viciously, and said, "I think you still have to learn the rules here......"

Lu Ming directly interrupted the words of the tower-like sword saint, the tip of the long sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and replied in a casual tone: "You are all verbose, just come up and speak with the sword." ”

The tower-like sword saint snorted coldly, raised the one-person high heavy sword in his hand with one hand and pointed at Lu Ming, and said fiercely: "You brought this all on yourself!"

Before the words landed, the tower-like sword saint slammed on the ground, his body flew towards Lu Ming like a strong crossbow, and the giant sword swung out layers of sword shadows in front of him, covering all the space in Lu Ming's direction under the giant sword blade.

"Too weak!" Lu Ming said lightly, his voice happened to make the swordsmen in the courtyard hear it clearly, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, so that all the swordsmen could see the undisguised contempt on his face.

In fact, when he came into the sword camp, Lu Ming was thinking about what to do next, and in the end, he found that if he wanted to get in touch with the secret treasure of the Sword Hall as soon as possible, he must not be silent and silent, only by constantly attracting the attention of the Yan Python Sword Saint could he obtain the rights that the top level of the Sword Hall had faster.

Therefore, after entering the Sword Hall, if he hadn't encountered the swordsmen of the squad looking for trouble, Lu Ming would not have settled down, and now the two Sword Saints in the squad were looking for trouble with him, and they were completely in the middle of it.

Lu Ming didn't hide his strength at all this time, facing the heavy slash of the giant sword of the tower-like sword saint, holding the sword in one hand, and the fifty-forging long sword in his hand came forward!

The long swords in the hands of the two of them instantly clashed together in the air, and the sword qi contained on the blade suddenly emitted a shocking and piercing roar!

The strong sword aura in the field shook the group of onlookers back a few steps back, but everyone's eyes were staring at the long swords that collided hard together in the field.

In the midst of the explosion of sword qi, a figure suddenly flew out upside down in the field, attracting the attention of a group of people.

"It's actually the tower that lost!"

Someone couldn't help but be surprised, a group of people all looked at the shout, only Lu Ming stood firmly in the center of the field, but the iron tower, which was favored at the beginning, was shocked by Lu Ming's sword and flew out.

The tower fell to the ground, trying to stand firm, but the body was still on the ground and took a few steps back, almost every step back, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

Finally standing firm, the tower looked at Lu Ming again as if he was looking at a complete monster.

He wanted to get up several times and continue to raise his sword to fight, but after several times of luck, the wrist that was still holding the giant sword was sore and weak, and after being shocked by Lu Ming's sword, his wrist no longer looked like his own.

The expression on Tie Tower's face changed several times one after another, and finally Yu Lu Ming's eyes instinctively drooped.

"You won......" Tie Ta lowered his head and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with all his might, and after finishing speaking, it was as if he had put down the burden on his whole body.

He saw that the gap between the two was too big, and Lu Ming defeated the two with one move, and there was no way for this battle to continue.

Lu Mingshen glanced at the tower-like Sword Saint, and suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect you to be quite realistic, knowing that defeat is defeat." ”

After the tower admits defeat, he simply put the giant sword in his hand still at his feet, listened to Lu Ming's ridicule, and raised his head with wide eyes: "Defeat is defeat, your fist is bigger than the tower, I have nothing to say!"

A group of swordsmen who were watching in the small courtyard were all looking at Lu Ming cautiously at this time, and suddenly heard the shouts of the iron tower, and they all felt that a cold hair stood up on their necks, and they looked at the iron tower in a blink of an eye, their faces were full of surprise, this has been defeated so much that they can't be defeated anymore, what are you doing so impulsively at this time, do you want to give people the opportunity to stand up?

Immediately, the eyes of a group of people all looked at Lu Ming carefully, and they all wanted to see what this young swordsman who easily defeated the original two bosses would do. (To be continued......)