When he went out, Lu Ming was also slightly shocked by the formation in front of him. On this fairly wide street, hundreds of people have been crowded, of different ages, and most of them are Jiantang staff, including some children of wealthy families, but they are full of lively posture.

Zhuo Li Getu, Leng Jian, and Nangong Huajian all stood in front of the door of the mansion with swords, looking like a husband and a man.

The fat man turned to Lu Ming and said: "Brother, go back and rest, I want to learn today, this so-called saintess, what ability does she have to fall to the ground, dare to come and take advantage of people's danger." ”

"Yes, Lu Ming, you can only deal with the future if you recuperate your injuries wholeheartedly now, and I will deal with these people. We brothers will all rely on you to lead the way in the future. Nangong Huajian held the sword in his left hand, and the vicissitudes of life carried a cliché.

"What?,

As the No. 8 Holy Maiden, Gao Meifeng has fought against countless swordsmen, some in the low sword realm, some in the high sword realm, and more in the competition with other saints. The strength is also in this process, constantly climbing.

From the high-end perspective of a saint, she can be said to have overlooked the death, and only a few goals can be included in her eyes. But Lu Ming is different, he has already made Gao Meifeng instinctively feel fear, disgust, and even hatred.

In fact, these negative emotions have nothing to do with Lu Ming once defeating her. The reason why she came to challenge Lu Ming was more fear.

With the power of one person. Challenging more than twenty saintesses one after another, this has already deeply threatened Gao Meifeng's status, and her future achievements, she can't be sure that when she will fight against Lu Ming one day in the future, she will be defeated, injured, or even killed by him with a sword.

Now that Lu Ming is in front of him, and he is seriously injured, Master's eyesight will definitely not be wrong. His injuries. It only takes one struck by his own sword to be the straw that breaks the camel's back, sending him into the midst of no return.

Gao Meifeng knew that most of the swordsmen who could count as opponents in the entire empire were concentrated here. Take this feared threat out of it. Not only can you cultivate with peace of mind. It can also instantly enhance its prestige, and it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future.

Although Gao Meifeng never minds slapping her opponent's face badly, no one really likes trouble.

Lu Ming is a stepping stone to the sublimation of his life. This is especially true of Lu Ming after being seriously injured.

"Hey, look at Lu Ming's face, it's really as pale as paper! I really don't know what kind of experience he had when he completed the task of the Sword Hall. The onlookers sighed.

"Just think about it, it must be nine deaths, and I know that if I go, it will definitely be nine deaths!"

"It's just that the actions of the eighth saint now, which are not very suitable for the style of a swordsman, are really a bit ......"

"What's the matter? This kid actually wants to marry the No. 3 Holy Maiden Meilian, who doesn't know the talent of the Holy Maiden Meilian, who doesn't know her beauty, so he wants to marry this foreign Lu Ming like this?" said a white-faced swordsman through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to marry the Holy Maiden of Meilian?" a strong man next to him sneered.

"I—I don't have that ability. ”

"Then you're still in charge. ”

"Anyway...... Let this Lu Ming marry the saint away, I don't feel comfortable. ”

The words of the weak Bai Jing swordsman who had no confidence at all immediately rendered all the men present, the men who originally lived in Jiantang City thought that they would get the moon before the water, even if they couldn't marry, they could see it every day, but what they saw now was being held in their arms.

"Defeat Lu Ming, defeat him, and beat him out of Sword Hall City!"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes radiated a fierce light, this kind of thing called jealousy, sometimes it can make men reach a consensus, and at this moment, Gao Meifeng's originally disgraceful challenge, in their opinion, directly turned into a battle of justice.

Gao Meifeng felt the cries around her, and couldn't help but smile slightly, looking at Lu Ming with a very sneering look in her eyes, and said, "You, okay?"

"Okay, why not, since you want to know what kind of man is a real man, then my brother will fulfill you. "Leng Jian's cunning and meanness, even Lu Ming was sideways.

Gao Meifeng's face immediately sank, the word man is so far away from her, even if she is a high-ranking queen, she can't do without it. Leng Jian's simple words suddenly reminded her of her future, although she had many subordinates, it was impossible to really have a man.

Breaking the wall is an absolutely impossible word to appear in the holy woman.

The fat man Zhuo Li Getu and Nangong Huajian glanced at each other, and then got out of the way of Lu Ming's route, since Lu Ming must fight today, he must fight quickly, otherwise these people will definitely not give up. Although Lu Ming must have known about this situation, when the fat man passed by him, he still whispered: "Be ruthless." ”

Lu Ming smiled knowingly, walked towards Gao Meifeng with his sword, stood five meters in front of her, and then said lightly: "I'm here, you can use the sword." ”

Gao Meifeng's eyes couldn't help but squint, Lu Ming's aura was extremely light, which was completely different from when I saw him in the past. At that time, Lu Ming always had a murderous aura all over his body, although most people couldn't feel it, but they could feel it, it was a very dangerous feeling.

But now Lu Ming is like a person who has recovered from his illness, although he is no different from ordinary people, he always gives people a light feeling, that is the taste of not paying attention to anything and not caring about anything.

My Gao Meifeng is a saint, and she is a beauty, even if she challenges herself, she doesn't surprise her opponent, but she should be a sight to behold, right?

But this Lu Ming, it seems that in addition to Meilian, he doesn't even have a little position for himself, you know, when most men see me, they are reluctant to really start in the battle, not to mention that I am still a sword hero!

Damn!

Lu Ming's indifference made Gao Meifeng very disgusted, and the kind of hatred that had existed for a long time was already extremely strong.

Choke!

Gao Meifeng pulled out the long sword, turned her wrist, and suddenly shook out a sword flower, and gently stepped on the ground with her right foot, and when her clothes were flying, she had already hit Lu Ming.

The pupils in the eyes of several wealthy disciples suddenly contracted, in terms of the strength of Gao Meifeng's sword, the body technique, and the speed of the attack, it was not at all like a newly promoted swordsman, what she interpreted was an old swordsman who was completely familiar with and controlled his own strength.

Several wealthy disciples glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock on each other's faces, they all knew that this kind of woman, no matter how beautiful and beautiful she was, was not something they could control, although everyone had the first choice of the saint as a partner in their hearts.

However, how did the once very talented beautiful saintess Meilian be captured by Lu Ming?

Originally, I was just going to watch a few wealthy disciples, but after carefully tasting it, my heart began to feel uncomfortable, after all, with a woman like a saint, even if you go out shopping, it is infinitely glorious, and how many men have to envy and envy themselves.

"Hmph! If this son had the realm of a sword hero, he would have come to destroy this Lu Ming a long time ago!" A wealthy disciple looked at Lu Ming, who was already about to marry a saint, but his face was full of disapproval, and he almost squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.

However, he looked at it and found that in the face of Gao Meifeng's sword, Lu Ming was actually indifferent. What is the situation? Could it be that Lu Ming's injuries have reached such a serious point that he has not even reacted at all?

Oh! I knew that I was here to challenge, and maybe I would still attract the attention of a few saints!

This wealthy disciple involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand, but he suddenly heard the sound of grinding his teeth, and when he turned around, several of his companions were all secretly hating that he didn't make the first move, and he missed this great opportunity!

Gao Meifeng is even more sure of the opportunity she grasps, although she is also a sword hero, but if it was in Lu Ming's heyday, she didn't even have the slightest grasp, after all, in the last battle, Lu Ming defeated her with a fluttering sword, and the impression was too deep.

But this time, Lu Ming is finished!

Gao Meifeng's charming eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a heavy ridicule. Then her arm was raised, and the long sword carried a mighty force, and with a snort, she smashed it towards Lu Ming viciously.

She wants to shake Lu Ming with absolute strength, if she can cause the old wounds in his body, it will be even better!

No one on the entire battlefield has spoken, not even any thoughts, all their energy is focused on Gao Meifeng's sword, and they all have eyes of relief to see what Lu Ming will be beaten into!

The sound of the sword slicing through the air suddenly stopped. There was no reason to stop for no reason.

There was no one around several wealthy disciples who dared to block their sight, so they could see Gao Meifeng's every movement very clearly, but they didn't know what was going on.

Could it be that Lu Ming admits defeat?

But even if he admits defeat, he has to beat him up and then stop?

However, at this time, they suddenly saw Lu Ming standing in front of Gao Meifeng, the sword in his hand was on her smooth neck, and the sharp sword blade had already invaded her neck into a red line, as you can imagine, with just a light send, the sword blade will definitely be submerged in.

It's just, how could this be? How did Lu Ming move? Why did there be no warning, and there was no sound?

Smack. A drop of bean-sized cold sweat fell from Gao Meifeng's forehead to the ground, shattering. It was such a small sound, but it made everyone present palpitate.

Gao Meifeng looked at Lu Ming in a daze, and there was a trace of grievance in her eyes. She's never been so disappointed, it's a desperate failure!(To be continued......)