"Zhao Gang's flame sword is combined with the flame sword technique, and then mobilizes the fire attribute vitality, its combat power is not comparable to ordinary sword qi at all, back then he was an intermediate sword king from another country, and he also fought more than ten moves without defeat, but this fat man, there is no sword body at all, and the sword qi does not contain any attributes, there is no such thing as restraint at all, but how did he break his sword move?"

"That's right, this fat man has a huge body, and his sword is not as nimble as it is, so he shouldn't be able to win!"

"Even if they win, shouldn't they be the bottom existence of the Zhenyuan Empire? When did they not all be burned to the ground by the flames, stiffened by the frost, and blown up to the sky by the strong wind? When will the sword of that tattered country be able to win us?"

The swordsmen of the Nanton Empire talked about it for a while, and there were more detailed people among them, from the sword realm, swordsmanship, to the body size, the strength that could be exerted on both sides, they all compared it one by one. It's just that no matter which angle you look at, the fat man can't win, and even loses very badly.

But Zoligetu just won, and quite simply.

It's just that the situation in front of them is very inconsistent with the previous conventions, and it is completely contrary to the battle process and result in the minds of all the swordsmen of the Nanton Empire, and it is only for them to feel extremely shocked and difficult to accept.

Lu Ming's evaluation of them was indifferent, after all, the results of the battle were not spoken. And Zhuo Ligetu's current sword has absolutely no useless moves, each of his swords is honed in life and death, and it can be said that every sword is stabbed. He already knew the result.

This is definitely not something that Nanton and these people can understand, and now Zhuo Ligetu's biggest shortcoming is that the sword realm is not high enough, but these Nanton swordsmen in the field, no one will be his opponent, in front of the fat man, they are a group of rookies.

It's just that...... Lu Ming frowned, now it seems that this team is not the main force of Nanton.

At this time, Zhuoligetu carried the greatsword behind his back. Give it a little away. said calmly: "I agreed." ”

The fat man's words were very calm, and in Zhao Gang's ears, this calmness became a matter of course, as if he was in front of him. Doomed!

This is in front of your own team. This is still the lowest existence among several countries on the mainland. Although there are other countries across the sea and on other lands, Zhenyuan is still at the bottom.

Lost like this?

Although the fat man only said three words briefly. But every word pierced Zhao Gang's heart deeply, and as soon as his palm clenched violently, he was about to go up and fight hard, but a person next to him grabbed him and said, "Senior brother, you can get to know the other party's swordsmanship, now is not the time to be impulsive." ”

Zhao Gang glanced at the fat man viciously, and twisted into the crowd.

The swordsmen of the Zhenyuan Empire suddenly cheered, but they didn't expect this fat man who was not good-looking to actually fight for his country, and suddenly his attitude towards Lu Ming and everyone was a lot more cordial, and he was no longer the kind of person who cared about himself before.

However, the kindness of the Zhenyuan swordsmen, in the eyes of the Nanton swordsmen, was already a naked pretence.

The swordsman who had grabbed Zhao Gang before snorted disdainfully, and said: "We are just the second echelon, and if we win one of our swordsmen with average strength, we will feel invincible?" Let me tell you, if our first echelon comes, it will be a fat man, or you? Hehe, it will be very easy to defeat each of you as in previous years!"

Lu Ming has never taken care of the other party's cruel words to save face, if they really had the backbone to say cruel words, they would have rushed up with a sword a long time ago. However, this also verified what Fang Cai thought in his heart, they are indeed a second-rate team, and the real main force is not here, it seems that they are starting from other ports.

It's just that Lu Ming can't figure it out, why do the two teams have to separate? And his own team, with them, seems to be the swordsmen of the Zhenyuan Empire, and can only set off with the second-rate swordsmen of others?

It seems that Zhenyuan Sword Hall has made no achievements for so many years!

Lu Ming shook his head speechlessly, and turned to discuss with everyone the other party's swordsmanship just now. After all, the other party's sword is a completely new realm, from the sword itself, to the exercises practiced by the swordsman, and the swordsmanship performed, it is completely different from Zhenyuan.

They are controlling the various attributes in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi!

It's just that this completely different pursuit of power, which one is closer to the source of power? Lu Ming couldn't help but think deeply, besides, he only saw one country today, and he didn't know what other countries were like.

But for Lu Ming, who has been cultivating and seeing for many years, no matter what kind of sword he is, if he wants to win, he must go through extremely hard training and achieve a higher sword realm.

If the gap in the Sword Realm is too large, the gap in its strength is a huge gap, and it is no longer something that can be bridged by skill at all.

For example, if a sword king faces a sword master, then there is basically no need to fight, and if he can escape, he is lucky.

However, between the same sword realms, or the gap is only a few blades, then the level of understanding of the sword, the use of power, and so on, there is room to play.

In Lu Ming's opinion, the sword that can win is not a factor such as practicing top-level exercises and getting a peerless sword, but the correct sword.

The right time, the right angle, the right swordsmanship and tactics!

This is just a few terms, but in battle, various situations will happen in an instant, and those who can make the best judgment will win.

The control and manipulation of time is the essence of power!

This is just like Zhuo Ligetu was able to defeat Zhao Gang in the sea of fire with only one person and one sword.

But when it comes to the origin of power, everyone talks about it, some say it is the sensitivity to vitality, and some say it is the sword body...... They are all looking into the root of power from the perspective of their own understanding.

Lu Ming knew that what they said had some truth, but it was not comprehensive. In Lu Ming's understanding, the source of power is the rules!

Yes, that's the rule. The state has national laws, families have family rules, kendo has kendo rules, heaven and earth have laws of heaven and earth, and everything in the world has its own way of life and trajectory, that is, animals and monsters, and they all have their own spheres of influence.

And the trajectory of these existences is the rules.

It can be said that the people and things living in the Sword Qi Continent survive in this rule.

At worst, any planet is following its own trajectory. But at the same time, if the planet is free from the shackles of rules, it becomes a shooting star.

The same is true of human beings, riots and chaos are the loss of rules, or the concrete manifestation of the loss of binding force of existing rules.

However, there are now two very unusual examples on the continent: the Sword Priest and the Sword Demon.

Through this period of contact, Lu Ming knew that their special case existed, and they must have formulated or modified the rules, but no matter what it was, only the truly strong could do it. It's not something I can deal with now.

Using the Sword Hall to deal with the Sword Demon is the best policy. Ouyang Luo and the others agreed with Lu Ming's idea.

In this way, everyone discussed all the way to the boat. The big ship hoisted its sails, began to turn its rudder, and embarked on its voyage.

The landscape on the sea is undoubtedly magnificent, but it is also quite monotonous, but the swordsmen of the Nanton Empire have already prepared, they take all kinds of fishing rods and fishing lines, and begin to have some fun for themselves, and by the way, add a meal.

As for Lu Ming, in addition to chatting and discussing kendo, they are also cultivating! Almost as long as they have time, they are engaged in a more monotonous cultivation than sailing.

Although this kind of life is too monotonous and boring, the true qi can only be enhanced and mellow in this way, and for the swordsman, this is the most interesting and meaningful thing.

Half a month has passed like this, and the vague appearance of a small island has appeared in everyone's eyes.

Around the big ship, you can already see the big ships flying other flags sailing, Lu Ming took a cursory look, there are seven big ships, it seems that in this world, there are still a lot of countries.

But when they all came to participate in the sword fighting competition, you can imagine how powerful the sword hall is.

However, at this time, the sails of the big ship where Lu Ming was located suddenly fell, and then the staff of the Sword Hall swarmed out of the ship like ants coming out of their nests, they opened a secret door on the bow of the boat, and small boats were pulled out of it.

Lu Ming's attention was also attracted, and he found that these small boats could only carry one person at most, and he really wanted to be a single kayak on the earth, and really equipped each boat with a small oar.

"Do you see the islands in the distance?"

A sturdy middle-aged man pointed to the island in the distance, and a thunderous sound sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone followed his fingers.

"That's where the fencing tournament takes place, Sword Island!"

The middle-aged man ignored the expressions of some swordsmen looking forward to and finally arriving at the station, and he didn't have any expression on his face, so he continued: "Now, each of you come and pick up a small boat, and then row to Sword Island by yourself. ”

"What? Let's row through ourselves? When will such a small boat arrive?"

"That's right, although Sword Island looks like it's right in front of you, if you want to row over, it is estimated that it will take half a day!"

Someone began to mumble, although the various swordsmen were very proud, but in front of the steward of the Sword Hall, the voice was still very small. After all, there were a few times when the wind and waves were very strong, and the sword qi he cast with one palm could easily split the huge waves that were dozens of meters high, and speed up the ship, and his power was extraordinarily powerful.

However, most of the swordsmen of the Nanton Empire did not have any objections, and directly lined up in a long line and began to collect the boats, it seems that they have some experience. (To be continued......)