"Uh......"

As if someone was burping comfortably, the sword light suddenly grew and widened, just like a person in the sword light, he was constantly struggling, and the sword light would become longer, and it would reach 100 meters in an instant!

With a bang, an old man with a white beard stood out in the sword light, his figure was no different from ordinary people, but the huge sword light that was 100 meters long was easily held in his hand, as easily as holding a pair of chopsticks.

The old man's small figure was in stark contrast to the sword light he was holding, and he was like a tall mountain, extremely majestic. And under the light of the sword, he is more like a god, full of majesty but without losing a bit of Dao bone fairy wind, but his eyes are red, and there is endless murder in them, just like the huge momentum that he exudes like a mountain and a god.

"Sword Soul! Guarding the Mountain Sword Soul!"

Behind Sima Zhen, a sword master screamed without the demeanor of a master, and his face was even more pale and distorted.

"Guarding the mountain sword soul?" Lu Ming couldn't help frowning, the body of the old man who appeared in the air and the momentum he showed, as well as the vigorous pressure like a sea of smoke, Lu Ming asked himself that he had only felt it in the land of death, it was the greedy wolf sword venerable, it seems that this sword soul must have the power of the sword venerable, but, what kind of existence is the sword soul? When Lu Ming was thinking about it, he carefully controlled the power of the sword mark and flew towards the sword soul little by little.

Sima Zhen looked at the sword light that was still struggling and twisting, and couldn't help but frown, and jumped again! And after feeling the huge pressure, he had already had to divide some of his strength. to resist this massive pressure.

Sima Zhen didn't care about wiping the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and said with a pale face: "This is the sword soul! Only the 'Sword Venerable Strong' will have a sword soul, and it is condensed before the Sword Venerable is dying!"

Sima Zhen's tone was very serious, he deliberately emphasized the four words of Sword Venerable Strongman, and even if he had been promoted to Sword Saint for many years, and he had a high status in the Sword Hall, Sima Zhen's tone couldn't help but tremble a little when he talked about Sword Venerable Strongman. His body was even slightly hunched to make his breathing easier.

However, everyone present was silently under pressure. Although it was very hard to resist. But no one fled, but waited for it.

Because it is impossible to escape all of them, if you fight together. There will be a silver lining. It's very slim, though.

Sure enough, he is a bold old man. Lu Ming couldn't help but admire the hearts of the people in Sima Town. He held a sword in both hands. Looking at the old man with white hair, his mind turned slightly, and he frowned and asked, "Could it be this sword soul." Is it the soul of a Sword Venerable?"

Sima Zhen shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know this very well, but I can be sure that every sword soul is different. It seems that this sword soul can only be awakened by using blood as a guide, and each sword soul will dissipate after being used once. ”

Although this sword soul was releasing endless pressure and constantly gathering strength, Lu Ming immediately became interested in this time.

Once when the Sword Saint was flying to the Sword Realm, he once gave Lu Ming a sword qi that could only be possessed in the Sword Venerable Realm, and it didn't take long for Bal Hu to taste it very really.

When he released the power of that sword, Lu Ming knew that he was almost bursting, and it was precisely because of the limitations of his body and the uncontrollability brought about by the gap in the sword realm that Lu Ming's sword power had been greatly reduced.

However, even so, he almost killed Balhu on the spot, and if he hadn't had almost all the manpower and material resources outside the fortress, he would have died.

And the sword he used to have, compared with the sword soul in front of him, made Lu Ming immediately feel that his seemingly gorgeous and huge sword was more like a copycat, and the power of the sword soul was interpreting what is called the power of the authentic sword venerable.

The oppression is so tough, even the veteran sword saints like Sima Zhen, although they did not have the heart of cowardice in front of the sword soul, but each of them had green muscles on their foreheads and necks, and the identity of the sword saint that made them proud on weekdays was slightly bowed at the moment, and there was a humility in it.

The same is true for Lu Ming, that is the gap in real strength, but at this point, Lu Ming is no longer afraid, he almost gritted his teeth, and then stabbed out the sword in his hand with difficulty, directing the offensive and defensive conversion of the sword formation.

Everyone on the battlefield was hunched over, carrying the almost irresistible pressure. However, Lu Ming's sword shocked them, and their brains were clear, and they began to drive the sword formation, and maintained the posture that they could attack the fastest.

They were all breathing heavily, and this was the only way to make themselves comfortable, and there were beads of sweat on their faces, which were constantly falling, hitting the ground with a faint sound, but beating the hearts of everyone like war drums.

With the rotation of Lu Ming's sword, the old men began to urge their strongest combat power, and then blessed into the sword array, but the sword that was very neat on weekdays was now like being trapped in a quagmire, and it was quite difficult to change a sword momentum.

"Ahh

Sima Kong and Liu Yun were retreating with the sword students with a frightened face, although they had spent three difficult years in the sword ruins, but it was not enough to face the power of the sword venerable, even if they watched the battle, it was simply from instinctive fear, which made their footsteps continue to retreat like a tide, until they could no longer see anything on the battlefield.

And they know even more that in this level of battle, they can only be a burden to the swordsman.

This is not a shame, because Liu Yun and everyone are very convinced that in time, the sword master will definitely lead them to surpass Zhong Nantian and surpass the original owner of this sword soul.

"Formation!" Lu Ming roared again, and his sword slashed into the air. Behind him or beside him, the old men slashed their swords into the air.

Whew!

Dozens of sword qi suddenly shot out, but under the power of Lu Ming's control of the sword array, these sword qi began to distort and gradually coil together, causing a layer of misty light to begin to appear above the entire sword array, as if it were a huge shield.

Lu Ming took out his left hand empty, pulled out a short sword in his arms, and shook his hand like Zhong Nantian shooting out a sword qi.

The old man of the sword soul was ready in just a few seconds, his beard suddenly flew up, and the giant sword in his hand was even more aimed at Lu Ming's people, and he cut off his head on the head.

Let's go. A sword aura shot out by Lu Ming directly hit the sword that the old man had chopped off. But it was like an insignificant raindrop that smashed on the bulletproof glass, even if it was shattered, it would not cause any trauma to the bulletproof glass, and at most it would leave a few water stains.

This sword qi is not very powerful, but it is slashed at Zhong Nantian in front of the sword soul with the power of the sword venerable, and in this sword qi, Zhong Nantian once again felt Lu Ming's incomparably firm will, and his heart was also inexplicably flustered.

Under the sword light of the old man of the Sword Soul, the huge whirlwind that Lu Ming had just gathered by pulling the energy of heaven and earth shattered, and those huge trees and various solid building materials turned into dust and debris one after another.

Lu Ming's body was short again, and even his feet sank into the soil, and Lu Ming's face became pale, and his throat and eyes had a fishy and salty taste.

It seems that there is only one sword between heaven and earth that combines momentum and power, and that is the sky, which seems to have been split in two by this sword.

And at this moment when the old man of the Sword Soul was preparing, Lu Ming took this opportunity to realize the gap between the Sword Saint and the Sword Venerable, it was not just a few chasms, that kind of pressure was enough to make people collapse. But Lu Ming's sword formation had already been completed one step ahead of the sword soul.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhong Nantian's mouth, in front of the Sword Venerable, the Sword Saint was a dish, and it was not something that could be made up for by quantity at all, but Zhong Nantian couldn't help frowning when he saw that Lu Ming was extremely fast converting the attack and defense of the sword formation, and there was still heaven and earth energy added to the sword array. Then he turned his head to look at the mountain top in the distance, and he decided to go there to watch the battle just to be on the safe side.

Lu Ming's two-handed swords were crossed together, steadily holding the light shield formed by the sword array. Looking at the sword qi that was getting closer and closer, his brows couldn't help frowning on his always indifferent face, and his teeth were clenched, as if his whole body had completely mobilized as long as he could exert force.

Many old men felt Lu Ming's firmness, and they all snorted secretly, and suddenly the giant sword parried towards the sky.

Boom!

As soon as Zhong Nantian's figure flew out, there was a huge sound between heaven and earth, as if the sky was falling apart!

Zhong Nantian suddenly felt a huge air flow impact on him, making his body like a fallen leaf in a storm, unable to control it anymore, and after a few spins, he slapped heavily on the cliff, and almost half of his body did not enter the hard rock before he stopped.

He turned his head in shock, but suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care about his own injuries and immediately turned his eyes to the battlefield.

There was already a piece of ashes, and there was a huge mushroom cloud composed of sword qi energy fragments and smoke and dust churning up, and from time to time, a few out-of-control sword qi would swish through like a fired cannon, and from time to time it would split a large piece of the rock on the top of the mountain, destroying the already tattered Holy Sword Mountain even more seriously.

Zhong Nantian spurted out another mouthful of blood, and he saw that the sword soul had become extremely thin, like an illusory shadow, gradually dissipating.

And the height of the Holy Sword Mountain has been lowered by a full ten meters. (To be continued......)