Lu Ming knew the strength of the Sword Saint of Destruction, once he let go of his hands and feet, he would definitely not suffer, although his aura was already very weak, but the other party was not strong, and it also showed that he had to leave the battlefield to fight a decisive battle at this moment.

It was Lu Ming who immediately ordered the sword mark power to entangle the swordsmen, so that their breath could not spread out, and Lu Ming found that the realm of these warriors was only above and below the swordsman, and there were many great swordsmen, and the masters were generally inside, and now the swordsmen were like a killing god to them, and the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation was more skilled, even if there were flaws, it was not something they could find.

Therefore, Lu Ming directly broke away from Jian Sheng, one person, one sword and one horse, and plunged straight into the battle circle.

Lu Ming slashed out with a sword qi, and three or four soldiers were bombarded and flew upside down, their bodies could no longer withstand the strangulation of sword qi in mid-air, and a large canopy of blood continued to burst out, making the battlefield even more red and miserable.

Lu Ming went down with a few sword qi, and the battle circle was torn open a big hole, and his sword was plunged into it like a wedge.

Liu Yun led the team to follow closely behind Lu Ming, knowing that the sword master had torn open the hole with unparalleled combat power, and he was responsible for maximizing this opening.

Fifty sword students, ten sword formations, have been transformed into meat grinding machines in the war, their bodies are full of blood, and they can see the minced meat hanging everywhere, but they are completely expressionless, like life reapers sent by death, to exert their swordsmanship on their opponents.

Puff puff......

There were screams everywhere, blood spurting out everywhere. In the blink of an eye, this opening tore half of the corner of the battle circle, and continued to impact with unstoppable momentum.

On a frozen lake more than ten miles away from the battlefield, a tall old man with a thick beard was suddenly stunned, his eyes involuntarily looked down at the sky, and the green harriers in the air chirped very uneasily.

When Erdun heard the message from the green harrier, his face suddenly turned ugly, and the sword in his hand instantly turned into a little cold star, enveloping the Destruction Sword Saint on the opposite side, and his body shot towards the Destruction Sword Saint. Constantly enhance the cold star. The range increased, almost completely covering the surrounding 100-meter radius, and the hideous face emitted a desperate fierceness.

Erdun was very shocked in his heart, this black and thin little old man did not expect that it would be the famous Sword Saint of Destruction in the empire. His swordsmanship is very difficult. Several times I almost killed myself. If he hadn't casually swung his sword qi at Zhuo Li Getu and them, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been seriously injured now.

The Sword Saint of Destruction was very keenly aware of the changes in Erdun's body, and a sneer couldn't help but appear on his dark and thin face. Because he also felt a sudden familiar smell on the battlefield. The Sword Saint of Destruction did not force the opponent's sword qi at this moment, and he avoided the opponent's attack in a flash.

Erdun seized the opportunity and quickly retreated towards the battlefield, only to find that the figure of the Sword Saint of Destruction was in the way of his return.

"I didn't expect the famous Sword Saint of Destruction to secretly ask for rescue like this, hum! Erdun gritted his teeth and said, but he was surprised in his heart, his green harrier was enough to supervise the entire sky in this area, how did he send the letter?

"My old man is using his own way to govern his body!" The Sword Saint of Destruction smiled mysteriously and proudly, and his heart was full of wry smiles, I am not familiar with life, I have been entangled by you for so long, and I don't know how to transmit the secret method of transmitting sound for thousands of miles, how can I pass the letter out?

"You don't pretend to be a senior in front of me, phew!" Erdun snorted without identity.

"Although I don't know where your Sword Realm came from, but this Sword Saint is not yours, if my old man doesn't have a good time with you, how can I let those children of mine go on a killing spree?"

Erdun's complexion changed suddenly, he didn't expect that this black and thin old guy had already seen through that his strength was secretly cultivated with secret methods, and he had always maintained a strength comparable to his own, so he was pretending to be stupid!

Erdun couldn't help but take a deep breath, now it seems that he is trying to make me kill less of those low-level wastes.

The Sword Saint of Destruction knew that even if the other party had cultivated using secret methods, he was also a real Sword Saint, and it was too difficult to distinguish between life and death, if he didn't fight hard, there was still room for running.

It's just that the Sword Saint of Destruction never intended to let this guy go like this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the battlefield from afar, and said with a smile: "Look, how is this sword of mine? Is it sharp enough? Hehehe, in such a short time, it has already been inserted halfway." Well, my old man's apprentice, the combat effectiveness is really not covered. ”

Erdun, who was looking at the battlefield, frowned again, and almost vomited blood when he heard the understatement and spirited words of the Sword Saint of Destruction.

"Ouch, you see, the Zhuoligtu inside, they feel that someone is helping to relieve the pressure, and they have begun to rush out, you see, your people are about to be cut open, tsk...... They're all good boys!" The Sword Saint of Destruction shook his head and smiled, but the sword in his hand was not idle for a moment.

Erdun suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and the sword of the Sword Saint of Destruction was ruthless in one move, the key was that his Sword of Destruction was extremely ruthless, not only greatly weakened his combat power, but also did not dare to easily get touched by that little bit.

At this time, Erdun really realized where the prestige of the Sword Saint of Destruction came from, even if he didn't care about the situation on the battlefield, it was impossible to win against him, and now he only hoped that the army would quickly resume the battle situation and completely strangle these people.

Erdun had been thinking about something called a miracle, like he could smash the chief with a single sword, and then kill him in a hundred moves.

Zhuo Ligetu's small eyes suddenly widened, and after slapping the two soldiers away with a sword, he suddenly shouted: "Hudar, our reinforcements have arrived!"

"What?"

It was Leng Jian who responded, and in the middle of the fight, he couldn't hear what Zhuo Ligetu was talking about, but he vaguely heard the word reinforcements. Leng Jian now knew who the fat man was shouting to, it was the blue-gray harrier eagle standing on his shoulder, and the fat man firmly believed that the soul of his brother Hudar was inside.

There is no resurrection from the dead. Leng Jian sighed secretly, then turned his head and shouted loudly to the fat man: "You shout loudly in the foreign language, the reinforcements have arrived!"

"Reinforcements have arrived!" Zhuo Ligetu's thick voice suddenly roared out in a Cypriot language, and he suddenly felt that his warriors' spirits were shocked, and he fought harder, he couldn't help but admire Leng Jian's wisdom, and shouted again: "Brothers, kill, the reinforcements have arrived!"

.........The soldiers who had been trapped and were about to eat human flesh immediately squeezed out the last bit of strength and rushed out desperately. They all know that they are certain to die, so why not fight hard?

Zhuo Ligetu stretched out his bloodstained opponent and touched the feathers of the harrier eagle on his shoulder, and said with an expressionless face: "Hudar, brothers, let's fight side by side! Brothers, kill!"

With a whin, Zhuoligetu picked up the giant sword and rushed out, behind him were the red-eyed Dargan warriors, their tragic howls and fearless momentum, just this one charge, made the battle circle loosen a point.

In addition, Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian, who were leading each team, had already felt the breath of this cavalry, but they didn't expect that these people were all qualified warriors, quite good swordsmen, it seems that Lu Ming, this guy, is synonymous with miracles!

Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian glanced at each other from afar, and for a while, they led the team and Zhuo Li Getu's team like three sharp thorns, stabbing outward fiercely.

Lu Ming and the swordsmen didn't have that pride at all, they just silently took out the sword, collected the sword, and then took out the sword......

At this moment, the back of their horses' hooves was completely paved with corpses.

The rebels looked at these young people who existed like gods of war in amazement, their faces were immature and very delicate, but their swords had a completely indifferent indifference to their appearance, they were real murderous swords!

The rebels immediately divided their forces to block the attack, but those people were directly killed, and they couldn't even make the hooves of these reinforcements slow down a little, and those who were still alive only felt a tingling in their scalps.

After a short time, the rebels had begun to retreat on their own, although the swords in their hands were still waving and fighting, but they were trying to avoid the cavalry, a little farther away from them, a little farther away.

Lu Ming's eyes lit up, and his indifferent eyes were seeing the excited Zhuo Li Getu, Leng Jian, and Nangong Huajian, and it seemed that this fat man had a lot of intention of hugging him.

Lu Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, and swung his sword to kill the rebel flank, cutting the rebel camp into a smaller one.

Zhuoligetu smiled, he saw that the clothes he hadn't changed in nearly a month were covered with flesh and blood, and heavy sweat stains, and several smells were mixed together, and I was afraid that it smelled worse than the slaughterhouse. Hey! Droligetu slashed to the other side.

Leng Jian and Nangong Huajian led the team to kill at the same time, and the four teams led by the four of them were interspersed with back and forth, like erasers, constantly erasing the rebels from the battlefield.

There was a swordsman in the rebel army, he suddenly noticed the turn of the battle, and immediately saw a column of cavalry led by Lu Ming, he suddenly roared, and rode his horse towards Lu Ming.

Zhuo Li Getu was shocked, this rebel army is the mainstay of the Hutu tribe, although he is not very clever in commanding the war, but the sword realm is a real six-edged sword hero, even if the three of them are in the seven formations with real martial arts, they are only barely resisting. But Lu Ming turned his horse's head to face the battle?

He secretly said that it was not good, and he ran towards Lu Ming with all his might, but although he was only one line away from entering the realm of Sword Hao, it was just such a line, compared to the situation on the battlefield, his speed was much slower.

Zhuo Ligetu roared, took the longbow from his back, and immediately bent the bow and arrows, but in such a short time, the two war horses had already crossed paths, and he was shocked to find that the sword hero who had been entangled in the hearts of his own people tilted his head to the side and fell to the ground...... (To be continued......)