With a pop, the prince really fell off his horse, startling the young swordsman beside him, looking at his cousin's corpse in surprise, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he thought in a panic: "What's going on? What the hell is going on? Why is my cousin dying like this?"

The young swordsman's brain was buzzing, and he struggled to twist his neck, so that his gaze turned sharply, and he saw a black-shirted young man. His sword, with a drop of blood rolling on it, was so poignant in the sunlight when it fell down the blade.

At this time, the two one-bladed great sword masters who were walking in the front and had been scanning the front had some reactions, and they glanced back, their necks were as if they were instantly nailed by a steel needle, and they couldn't twist it back.

"What's going on?" cried out a great swordsman, his face full of surprise as he looked at the corpse, his eyes completely filled with disbelief. If the young master was shot by a silent crossbow arrow, it was barely acceptable, but this kid was only using a sword, and it was only a sword?

The other great swordsman looked at the prince's real corpse with a stunned look, and then turned his head to look at Lu Ming, feeling that it was like a joke in front of him, and it was unreal at a glance, after all, the young master was a three-edged great swordsman, and this kid was only a four-edged swordsman, and there was a difference of nine small realms between them, but with such a gap, how could this kid dare to assassinate? And he could still succeed?

This is too weird! The great swordsman subconsciously shook his head, wanting to deny it, but the bloody aura that permeated him could not be dissipated. He suddenly became anxious: "How can the sword master's sword be faster than the great sword master? This is too fucking ......"

For a moment, the swordsmen who were walking in the front were all stunned, but the procession was marching, and the people in front stopped silently, and the people behind did not know what was going on, and for a moment the horses were like stuffed objects into the package, huddled together one by one, and finally overflowed to both sides of the road. The procession, which was originally marching smoothly, suddenly turned on its back. There were even quite a few swordsmen who were trampled by the hard hooves of the horses. In the midst of the screams, a cloud of dust was raised.

The few people who led the team all glanced back and frowned fiercely, and one of the great swordsmen had a trace of helplessness on his face. Then looked at Lu Ming. There was still some confusion on his face. He asked, "Do you know who you killed?"

"Of course. Lu Ming said lightly. His eyes looked at his battle results, and he felt a little pity in his heart, after all, his Northern Hell power had not yet devoured the sword qi of a sword hand with a sword body. It's just that there are too many people today, and the eyes are mixed!

"Good. Looking at Lu Ming, who was taken for granted, the great sword master nodded angrily, and asked again: "Then do you know what his identity is? How much will he do in the future? Do you know? You killed a genius who can dominate the entire Qing Yuanzhou in the future!"

"You can die like this. Lu Ming looked at the great swordsman indifferently, and then said indifferently: "As long as I want to." ”

"Oh?" The great swordsman directly pulled out his sword and pointed at Lu Ming angrily: "Boy, you are too crazy, I want you to pay ten times the price for what you did today!"

"Yes, yes, kill him to avenge the young master!"

"What is the identity of our young master? What is it enough to kill him?

When everyone knew what had happened, they were all angry, and the great swordsman turned over and dismounted, carrying the steel sword and walking slowly, he quietly observed Lu Ming step by step, and the hand holding the sword was also tight and tight. He knew that it was impossible for him to defeat the person who could make his young master unable to react, and he had to have enough manpower, after all, there were still many swordsmen and another great swordsman on his side, and he only dragged this kid back with just a few words.

When the great sword master was rejoicing in his wisdom, he suddenly saw two more figures appear on the side of the road next to this cold boy, and he immediately stopped, and he could feel it, and the people behind him also stopped.

"Shangguan Ying?" saw the two people who came out, and someone immediately recognized the slender and heroic woman.

"This woman is here, and they're in a gang?"

"What's going on?" the great sword master looked at Shangguan Ying in surprise, "Could it be ...... Did the three elders betray us and let them ambush us? This kid is Lu Ming?"

For a while, this team began to panic, and everyone was suspicious, now that this strong kid is leading the team, if the three elders betray their own people, then they will definitely not ambush three people, but the entire sect!

However, the team gradually discovered one thing in their hesitation, that is, no one showed up again, and there were only three people on the other side.

"Ah!" The young swordsman suddenly let out a roar, the young face distorted, and the green tendons jumped up and down: "Go on, avenge the young master!"

This person's voice was like a fuse, which suddenly ignited everyone's blood, in their opinion, no matter how powerful this kid is, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of so many of his own people, besides, they only have three people, three swords, and the one who dies in battle may not be himself!

Lu Ming moved. His body was like a sharp sword that had been flying all the time, plunging straight into the surging crowd, and a swift sword shot out, directly splitting the young swordsman who rushed to the front in two. When the steel sword slashed across the young man's waist, Lu Ming clearly saw the smug look in his eyes.

Lu Ming knew that this young man had already made a plan, that is, to use his blood and death to stimulate people's stronger blood, and he was confident that these people would definitely avenge themselves.

When the reincarnation sword slashed through his body without any pause and was sent into the heart of another sword master, the corners of Lu Ming's mouth showed a trace of cold coldness: "Today, I just want to kill all of you and never suffer in the future." ”

Even if these people didn't clash with Shangguan Ying, Lu Ming would fight them sooner or later, because sooner or later they would all become the sword in the hands of this woman, Xue Mei. Doing this by himself now is equivalent to helping Shangguan Ying, and it is also equivalent to reducing some unnecessary opponents and troubles for himself.

And Lu Ming knows even more that although these people's combat power is not very strong, but when they are combined, they are not what they can deal with now, and only the three of them can fight together to have an absolute chance of winning.

What's more, Lu Ming is a killer, prudence is nature, and he will not jump into the other party's crowd after making a reckless move, which is no different from suicide. After all, no matter how high the sword temperament is, it will be limited by the quantity.

At this moment, the Tempest Quick Sword move was stabbed out by Lu Ming with a sword, and the strong sword intent made the swordsmen who broke into the range of the sword intent seem to have stepped into the quagmire, and they all panicked immediately, struggling like a group of drowning people.

Then, Lu Ming's sword stabbed the throats of the two senior swordsmen in front of him without reservation, and their faces were still bloody and even hideous, but now they were completely solidified.

Lu Ming didn't even look at them, because this was not the Mirror Lake Swamp, and the dead people were the safest. His sword pulled back directly, and the sharp blade of the reincarnation sword slashed through the steel sword that seemed to be stabbed in slow motion, and also took away Dapeng's blood.

A swordsman appeared silently behind Lu Ming, and although his movements were greatly restricted, he was still able to move. He looked at Lu Ming, who had killed his partner, with a hideous face, and the sword in his hand stabbed her viciously in the back of the heart. However, he had barely stabbed his sword when he heard a thud in his ears, followed by a dizziness and a sore nose that made tears flow uncontrollably. This person used his nose to confirm the hardness of Lu Ming's sword hilt and the killer's seemingly random insight and accuracy, and his nose was smashed and directly knocked down. When he fell, he also saw Lu Ming's sword, which took advantage of the situation to break the throat of a sword master.

Ouyang Luo also threw himself into the crowd, and the sword slashed directly at the chin of a swordsman who raised his sword to slash, causing his fast-running figure to suddenly be braked, and then he fell straight to the ground, blood 'wow' gushed out, quickly soaking a large area of land, and then the soul chasing sword swept away four or five stabbing swords with an absolute advantage, and the last bit of residual power of this sword was cut into the ribs of a swordsman.

The swordsman was surprised to see that he was not fast, and the sword momentum had already used the old sword, but it cut into his ribs without hindrance. He opened his mouth in astonishment, but he couldn't utter any shouts, only the 'click' of the entire row of ribs.

At this time, seven or eight swordsmen glanced at each other, and then pounced on Ouyang Luo together.

"Rainstorm Sword!" Ouyang Luo's Soul Chasing Sword instantly turned into a little cold, these were either volleyed and slashed, or stabbed with a low body, and there were two swordsmen who cooperated together, leaving and right to make swords, for a moment like pear blossoms under the rainstorm, the fragile petals could not withstand the attack of the torrential rain at all.

Puff puff...... Click......

Ouyang Luo was filled with greedy wolf killing intent, everywhere the sword light went, there was the sound of sharp swords breaking bones and pieces of blood mist, and the fierce sword actually caused a vacuum around his body in an instant, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

Ouyang Luo frowned, and suddenly a scorpion-like tail kick kicked a swordsman who pounced on Shangguan Ying into the air.

The swordsman flew into the air horizontally, screaming and swinging his limbs irregularly, and when the strength slowly disappeared, he fell down in the same shape, but instead of the ground, Ouyang Luogang was greeted by a side kick that smashed him into the hesitant swordsmen, knocking down three or four people.

Shangguan Ying's shoulder was broken with a small opening, and when a line of blood flowed out, you could occasionally see the white and tender skin as white as snow inside. Fighting with swords is not what she is good at, after all, her sword realm has just been promoted, and she can't really master her own strength. But Lu Ming on the left and Ouyang Luo on the right will always relieve her of a lot of pressure, and she will have more space to send her sword into the opponent's body. (To be continued......)