After a few people nodded secretly, they began to think about it again, summarized the aspects of sword formation coordination, as well as the areas that needed to be improved during the battle, and then went to the sword master for advice.

In this way, Lu Ming took the children all the way deep into the swamp Forte, killed a large number of sword demons on the way, obtained a lot of sword magic beads, and killed two adventurer teams who wanted to capture the sword magic beads.

The three-day journey has made the children fully understand the difficulty of survival and the uncertainty of people's hearts, and the breath on their bodies has also changed from the initial cream taste to maturity, and the indifferent eyes have flashed a little insight into the situation.

Lu Ming secretly admired, these children are worthy of being from a kendo family, their understanding of swords is already a big step beyond outsiders, plus hard work, although absolute geniuses do not exist, but they are already talents.

"Sword Master, there is a team of sword demons in front, almost more than thirty, but the strength is above and below the Great Sword Master, I can feel that a certain aura here has become a lot stronger, it seems that it is a little difficult to gnaw down. Although Liu Yun had a large piece of gauze wrapped around his arm, and blood seeped out from time to time, he was still full of confidence when he spoke.

"Go up and have a look. Lu Ming grabbed the sword and walked first, his walking posture was even a little swaggering, but the swordsmen all knew that the aura on the swordsman's body was as calm as a pool of clear water, without the slightest fluctuation, if he didn't know that the swordsman was there, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all, it was almost a contradiction that made perception and eyes conflict.

Lu Ming saw this team of sword demons, and there was nothing wrong with Liu Yun's investigation. It's just that Lu Ming saw these sword demons and found that they were not wandering, but marching with a purpose, the clothes on their bodies were not tattered, and the discipline was also very strict, just like a team of city patrols with extraordinary posture and appearance.

What are they doing? or what are they looking for?

Lu Ming frowned, and decided to let go of these sword demons, and first investigate the surrounding landforms and so on, because he always felt that sword demons should not have this quality, as if there was a king commanding them.

Lu Ming gestured backwards. The swordsmen immediately dispersed. Some dived deeper, others leapt up to the treetops, and the rest hid in place, quietly eating. Replenish the nutrients your body needs.

Lu Ming was wandering outside the range of the swordsmen. The radius of his patrol is several kilometers. But he's extremely fast, whether it's a bubbling puddle of mud or bottomless waters. None of them could stop Lu Ming's progress.

In fact, once he reached the depths of the swamp, the power that Lu Ming could mobilize with his sword marks was even stronger, and it could almost be compared to the usual one-blade sword master realm.

Suddenly, Lu Ming saw a figure, although it was only a flash, but Lu Ming knew that he must be a healthy human being.

Snapping...... The mud splash sounded, followed by a muffled grunt.

Lu Ming could hear that this person must have stepped on the abandoned triphorse and plunged into the waterhole.

It's just that such a low-level trap can also be tricked? It seems to be a rookie.

Lu Ming directly defined him, but at the same time, he also felt that it was very unusual for a rookie, not a team, to be able to enter the depths of this swamp, but was he here to die?

Lu Ming felt a little weird, so he quietly hid his figure and followed.

In the quagmire was a young man, struggling to climb ashore, covered in wet and sticky mud that smelled of fish. He was also very depressed, reached out and took off his outer clothes, threw them aside in disgust, and turned to walk inside.

Lu Ming smiled casually, but didn't move, after a while, the man really came back, he picked up the lost clothes helplessly, reached out and grabbed a branch, scraped the swamp mud on it hard, and then washed his face with the water in the mud, a white face was gradually revealed, the beard was not heavy, and he looked like he was in his early twenties.

He sighed helplessly, looked into the depths with impatience in his eyes, and continued walking. It's just that the route he took was all densely planted with grass, and it seemed that he wanted to take the opportunity to clean up his clothes.

Lu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found that this rookie's clothes were getting cleaner and cleaner, revealing a logo, which turned out to be a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect!

Lu Ming didn't kill such a disciple in the Holy Sword Sect last time, but with the strength of the Holy Sword Sect, even if he killed more, then such a person was not enough to become a disciple of this status, right?

It's just that the people of the Holy Sword Gate want to do here? And he's not a team, just one person came in, and he went deep here, definitely not to hunt the Sword Demon! And he's still here, and he's not dead yet, which is too strange.

Lu Ming knew that it was impossible for a master to come here to protect him secretly, and looking at the traces on his body, except for a few embarrassing falls, there was no trace of a battle at all.

Lu Ming quietly followed with a full of doubts, if there was no miscalculation, he would walk for another twenty minutes, and he would encounter a team of thirteen sword demons.

Quietly following behind this person, Lu Ming watched him fall down again and again, even if he was as indifferent as Lu Ming, he couldn't help but laugh. But like a cockroach that can't be killed, he gets up again and again, but Lu Ming finds that his eyes are not tenacious, but an addict who knows that there is hope ahead!

What else is there besides the Sword Demon ahead?

Lu Ming followed the man through a few pools of water, a small forest, and gradually the road began to rise upward. Lu Ming looked back, and there was no longer a swamp under his feet, but a hill, and it looked like there was a valley ahead.

There was smoke there, even Lu Ming couldn't see what was there, he made marks on the trunk of the tree and on the ground, it was very simple, but he could clearly tell Jian Sheng not to move forward and rest in hiding. After doing everything, Lu Ming continued to follow.

If this disciple turned around, he would definitely be completely stupid, because Lu Ming was not so hidden, most of the time, Lu Ming was following behind him, but he just couldn't feel the abnormality, even if it was still morning.

Whew...... Different from the neat steps of the sword demon outside, appeared.

Lu Ming immediately concealed his figure, because these sword demons were not only extremely sensitive to human taste, but they also retained the same developed eyesight as humans. But Lu Ming found that the Holy Sword Sect disciple did not have the slightest intention of hiding his figure, but instead greeted him.

Choke......

The sword demons drew their swords without hesitation, and the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect shrank their necks in fright, and found that the sword demons here were really different from the ones outside. Although his body trembled a little, and his legs trembled a little, he still stepped forward and drew his sword at the same time.

Suddenly, a thick aura instantly emanated, and it was a suffocating sense of oppression.

However, what makes people feel strange is that these sword demons immediately knelt down when they saw this sword, and directly transformed from bloodthirsty killers to the most loyal servants!

Lu Ming's eyes were immediately attracted by the sword, and he found that this sword was just the shape of an ordinary long sword, but it was actually dark all over, exuding a faint black aura, as if there was a trace of dust falling on it, it was obviously not ordinary. It's just that the sword is in the sheath just now, even if it has the sword marks that exist like a king, there is no clue to it, and it seems that the scabbard is also quite unusual, with a very strong shielding aura characteristic.

But what kind of sword is this? Why do even the sword demons have to kneel down when they see it? It's like their king has appeared.

Lu Ming was puzzled, and the sword demons had already gotten up and walked towards the depths. Although the disciple of the Holy Sword Sect was very scared, and his eyes kept looking around, he knew that holding the sword was equivalent to holding a trump card, so after a while, he swaggered and followed, with a smug face and a small song in his mouth.

Lu Ming frowned and stepped forward to follow. Passing through a dark forest, an open valley appeared in front of him, just with Lu Ming's eyesight, he could only see a few hundred meters, when he looked inside, there would be a viscous feeling in his perception, those fogs seemed to be glue diffused in the air, and when the sensing power penetrated, the fog swirled one after another, and there was a great momentum to chase after Lu Ming's sensing power.

Fortunately, Lu Ming retracted his perception in time, and those fogs stabilized, but at the moment of the moment, Lu Ming also felt the existence of a strong person at the level of the Sword King!

Lu Ming had been to the swamp before, but no matter from any way, he had never heard anything about this valley. Lu Ming knew that no matter how big the swamp was, there was a boundary, but this valley really didn't seem to have the concept of a boundary.

The sword demons walked to the edge of the valley, and a sword demon who seemed to be the leader walked directly into the mist, while the rest of the sword demons stood in place, stopping the footsteps of the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect, even though he raised the sword in his hand several times, the sword demons still did not retreat.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.

Lu Ming suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and concealed his body deeper. A sword demon walked out of the thick fog, its figure was very tall, although its face was gray, its angular face was full of domineering, and what surprised Lu Ming even more was that although the clothes on this sword demon were adventurer's clothes, it was surprisingly very neat, and every stitch was full of meticulousness, compared with the sword demon outside, it was like the gap between a rich man and a beggar.

Lu Ming's eyes looked at this person's forehead, and he suddenly found out where he felt uncomfortable, and there was an eye on it...... No! Not the eyes!

Even Lu Ming couldn't help frowning at this moment, this sword demon had a ball on his forehead, covered with a trace of blood, and even a black and purple liquid could be seen circulating rapidly, and the little light of the middle-aged man was very similar to the pupils of his eyes, but he exuded a burst of whiteness, that ...... It turned out to be a sword magic bead!(To be continued......)