What's the situation? That's the six-bladed sword hero! How easily did he kill Lu Ming! This kid is really a god! Zhuo Ligetu howled in his heart.

As soon as this person died, the rebels suddenly lost their backbone, and chaos broke out, and many cowardly rebels retreated.

At this time, Lu Ming slashed at the rebel crowd with a sword, and those guys immediately threw away their swords, turned around and ran.

The rebels had long been afraid of the combat power of these people, and as soon as they found that someone had run first, they immediately began to turn around and gallop, and some even fought for the horses.

The Sword Saint of Destruction always looked calm, and smiled at Erdun: "You see, my old man's apprentice, even your hopeful nephew, can't stop him, and now he has begun to turn around and kill your people. ”

Of course, Erdun saw the battle situation clearly, but since this Sword Saint of Destruction appeared in this cavalry, it has become more difficult to entangle, even if he wants to get out of the battlefield, it is very difficult, although the warriors of the low realm are not qualified to join the battle situation of the Sword Saint, but the army that he is so easy to pull up, how can he be broken up like this and killed one by one?

"You have pestered me for more than ten days, and now that my old man has time, I will play with you for a month. The Sword of Destruction smiled.

Erdun's complexion suddenly changed greatly, and a set of life-saving sword techniques in his hand were immediately displayed, forcing the Sword Saint of Destruction to have to fight against the sword.

The sky shook, and Erdun's figure suddenly turned into a streamer and flew away. He also glanced back at the Sword Saint of Destruction, the unwillingness on his dark and thin face. It made him feel very comfortable.

"Withdraw!" Erdun's voice only reached the battlefield now, and the rebels dissipated like a receding tide.

Zhuoligetu and the others couldn't hold on any longer, and they all fell to the ground one by one, and the rest of their energy could only show a smile of victory.

Chapter III

After the war, the sky over the Dargan grassland was shrouded in a thick haze, even if it was like a bloody sunset, it could not shine on the earth, and could only emit a touch of demonic blood red through the thick clouds, but it made the whole battlefield even more miserable and tragic.

After a short break. The steppe warriors began to silently clean up the battlefield. They silently dragged away the corpses with their tired bodies and lined them up neatly, because not far from the battlefield, there were already herdsmen waiting with sad faces. They are looking for their sons or husbands who have not returned home.

War is brutal. When they find the body that was not expected to be a corpse. They wept bitterly and scolded this damn war.

And yet this is war.

Zhuoligetu was very tolerant and let the Hutu family carry away the body, he didn't say anything, but there was anger burning in his chest. It's just that he knows that the object of these anger should be Hutu warriors.

The steppe warriors also couldn't help suppressing their anger, because among the corpses carried, most of them were actually acquaintances, and even some of them were friends, but now that Erdun has taken the lead in the rebellion, their positions have been different since then, especially when they think about the night of their riot, they really fell directly from the joyful celebration to the dark and bloody hell, which is really sad and unbearable.

But now it's okay, the chieftain's righteous son, Zhuoligtu, not only rushed back as fast as he could, but also brought two masters, especially this young knight who appeared at a critical moment this time, his long sword has simply reached the point of being superb, and where the blade of the sword is pointing, it makes those rebel ghosts cry wolf howl, and dare not fight!

Moreover, the fifty knights he brought were all outstanding elite swordsmen, and the invisible murderous aura and neat military discipline were definitely incomparable to even the regular army!

Although the steppe warriors were tired and did not understand the language, they conveyed their gratitude well when they met their eyes.

After cleaning up the corpses, the fat man ordered people to pack up all the weapons, whether they were good or broken, which was a scarce resource for the grassland. Of course, there are also scattered war horses, all of which are representatives of strength, which is an indispensable existence for fat people today.

Zhuo Ligetu quickly dealt with the matter of cleaning up the battlefield, turned around and walked towards Lu Ming, who was indifferently watching the rebels disperse, and then hugged Lu Ming fiercely, and laughed: "Thank you, my brother, you saved me again!" He was suddenly stunned, "Hey, it doesn't seem like the first time I've said this......, right?"

Even Nangong Huajian, who has been sharpened off the edges and corners, and the cold sword that is as cold as ice, are all hearty smiles like the sun and the clouds. Although it was not the first time that they had brushed shoulders with death, no one wanted to always play on the sidelines, but the swordsmen were all people who walked by the river, so they thanked Lu Ming for saving them, and at the same time, they also secretly decided to work harder to cultivate.

"If it's a brother, there's no need to say thanks. Lu Ming also laughed, and the four of them couldn't help hugging each other tightly, and the brotherly love was self-evident.

At this time, at the other end of the battlefield, the thin figure of the Sword Saint of Destruction came slowly in the grassland gale. His pace was very slow, but the leap between each step was indescribable, almost three or four steps, and he had already come to Lu Ming and the others from the other end of the battlefield.

When the Sword of Destruction passed through the steppe warriors, they all sent their most sincere greetings and the most sincere respect.

However, in Lu Ming's eyes, this was not the case at all, the Sword Saint of Destruction he saw was as pale as golden paper, his steps were vain, the sword qi in his body was very disordered, and some of his meridians were even on the verge of collapse!

Since the Battle of the Holy Sword Gate, Lu Ming has already had a new understanding of this very low-key old man, and knows that with his strength, even if he is involved, fighting against an inauthentic Sword Saint should not be so miserable.

Yes, the current state of the Sword Saint of Destruction is miserable in Lu Ming's eyes!

"Senior......" Lu Ming frowned and walked over, "Senior, are you injured?"

A trace of surprise appeared between the eyebrows of the Sword Saint of Destruction, and then he couldn't help coughing anymore, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, he hurriedly condensed his fingers into a sword, and made several finger prints, only to suppress the restless sword qi in his body, and the face that was like pale gold added another layer of paleness.

Seeing that the Sword Saint of Destruction was coughing violently, Zhuo Li Getu and Nangong Huajian still had Leng Jian, and then realized the seriousness of the matter. Before this, the Sword Saint of Destruction had been entangled and fighting by the other party, but in their opinion, it was the Sword Saint of Destruction who took the initiative to entangle the other party, so that the personnel on his side would minimize casualties, but now it seems that he was really injured and could not fight with all his strength, which made everyone have such an illusion.

Sitting on the ground casually, the Sword Saint of Destruction smiled bitterly: "Yes, I shocked the Sword Venerable some time ago, hehe, it failed unexpectedly, but it left some dark wounds, and this battle is all active, alas!"

"Shock Sword Venerable?" Everyone was taken aback, after all, Sword Venerable was a powerhouse who was really standing at the peak of the entire continent, even if it was just a blade Sword Venerable.

Lu Ming understood this point more thoroughly, the gap between the Sword Saint and the Sword Venerable could already be described as heaven and earth, and the Destruction Sword Saint had impacted the Sword Zun, and it was obvious that he had reached the realm of the peak Sword Saint.

"The seniors are already standing at the peak of the Sword Saint?" Although Lu Ming had already expected this, he still asked, after all, the failure of the impact on the Sword Realm, in addition to being injured, is very likely to cause the Sword Realm to be downgraded, if that is the case, it will really outweigh the losses.

The Sword Saint of Destruction nodded with a smile and said, "Although I was injured, the Sword Realm did not suffer any losses, and I am still at the peak Sword Saint stage, but unfortunately the next impact, I don't know when it will be." Hmph!Or would that Erdun be able to catch a few of my swords?I would have hacked him to death long ago!" Speaking of excitement, the Sword Saint of Destruction coughed lightly.

The old man's words Lu Ming understood very well, he wanted to heal his injuries, and then find an opportunity to impact the sword realm, even a great sword master was not always satisfied, let alone a sword saint?

Lu Ming stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the Sword Saint of Destruction, probed it slightly, his furrowed eyebrows couldn't help but stretch a little, and said: "The injury of the predecessor is not old, this new injury can be easily healed as long as the way is appropriate, although the damage of the meridians is the most difficult, it is not impossible. ”

"Oh?" The Sword Saint of Destruction's eyes suddenly lit up, and the cold sword people who still had pity on their faces just now also cheered up, and hurriedly asked, "Lu Ming, so you have a way?"

"You can give it a try. Lu Ming nodded.

Zhuo Ligetu seemed to have received a positive answer, and jumped up with a 'whew', but he was weak and anxious, and it was inevitable that he would be dizzy, but let him not care, and shouted directly: "Brothers, go home!"

"Roar!" the steppe warrior suddenly shouted, and carried back the various items with his horse.

The battlefield was far away from the tribe's place of residence, and everyone ran for nearly an hour even on horseback to arrive, and traces of tragic battles could be seen everywhere along the way, especially compared with the hundreds of soldiers who returned to the division and the tent groups that stretched for thousands of places where they lived, it was obvious that the losses of the soldiers were really huge, and a third of the remaining hundreds of people were wounded.

Lu Ming sighed secretly, the herdsmen were already sparsely populated, and after this battle, the Prairie Eagle Tribe really hurt their vitality.

As if he saw Lu Ming's thoughts, Zhuo Ligetu smiled bitterly: "Our Prairie Eagle is the largest tribe in the Dargan Grassland, even if it is a civil war, it is not something that others dare to peep at, but if you want to restore your original appearance, there is no twenty years, don't even think about it." As he spoke, a harrier eagle fell from the sky to his shoulder, and something was still in his mouth.

"These people are retreating so fast!" Zhuo Ligetu said hatefully, and then said to Lu Ming: "The people of Erdun have now retreated back to the original tribal settlement of the Hutu people, although they have begun to assemble, they will not be able to attack again without three days, so our time is quite rich." (To be continued......)