Lu Ming's figure suddenly became blurred, he was like a green smoke in the turbulent air, which completely dissipated almost instantly, and there was no trace to be found, only occasionally, his indifferent eyes and dragon-like figure could be seen.

The sudden change made Erdun's already heavy mind think hard, he needed to judge Lu Ming's figure, predict where he would appear next time, and then slash this sword with all his might.

However, Lu Ming's steps were nowhere to be found, he seemed to be free from the shackles of gravity, and even Erdun had seen Lu Ming's body fly sideways, his feet to the side, and then his body lost his trace again.

His figure kept appearing and disappearing in Erdun's perception, and with the perception ability possessed by the Sword Saint powerhouse, he could only capture a little bit, and in Erdun's brain, it was only a few points, and he couldn't even connect them.

Therefore, for the first time in Erdun's life, the sword raised high did not know how to cut it down.

Lu Ming urged the sword marks with all his might, and the speed of his true qi had reached the extreme, he knew that even if Erdun was deeply poisoned and his life was about to come to an end, he was also a swordsman with the strength of a sword saint, and the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, even if it was a fierce beast, it would launch a full blow with its last vitality at the last moment, let alone such a person.

Moreover, Lu Ming didn't want to waste the existence of a Sword Master's strength like this.

Lu Ming's figure appeared behind Erdun, and his left hand condensed into a palm. A palm imprinted towards the back of his heart.

Erdun turned around suddenly, and a smug smile appeared on his face, and the sword raised was about to be cut down. However, he found that Lu Ming's attack was not a palm, but a claw!

Smack! Erdun was about to swing his wrist with the sword and sent it directly to Lu Ming's hand, his heart jumped suddenly, and then he grinned again, although Lu Ming's body was quite sharp, although he could say that the attack was successful. Although he was quite deeply poisoned. But since he had already grabbed his arm, no matter what, it was impossible for him to be unable to withstand the force of his own smash.

"I! But I have the great strength of the Sword Saint Realm!"

Erdun's sluggish brain at the moment was still thinking haughtily. However, he was just about to smash on the arm. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable force. It was as if he wanted to pull his soul out.

What's going on?

Erdun's heart was extremely frightened, he used the only remaining strength to twist his eyeballs, and saw that Lu Ming's arm seemed to be hiding countless snakes. They all squirmed and became active, and the resulting force began to pull the true qi in their bodies.........

Devour True Qi!

Erdun was stunned for a moment, feeling like a ball with a hole, all his true qi frantically surged towards Lu Ming, the key is that he can only mobilize the power of this sword now, otherwise, he will be able to burst out with a burst of true qi, and he will be able to directly explode this guy with strange abilities!

That's what I want. Lu Ming indifferently devoured Erdun's true qi, and the sword marks had already started with all his strength, and began to wash away the true qi devoured by the baptism, but these true qi were too mixed, and it was like spices of various flavors mixed together, which made people feel disgusting.

How the hell does this guy cultivate?

Fortunately, Sword Scar is diligent and hardworking, and he is not a picky eater, otherwise Lu Ming doesn't know if he will persist or not.

In the next moment, Lu Ming had already devoured it, but the process of washing these true qi from the sword marks was too long to remove the impurities to the greatest extent, and Lu Ming had no choice but to store a large amount of true qi in the sword marks.

Erdun was still dumbfounded, the process of being devoured by his true qi, the feeling of being swallowed alive, made him completely stupid, and lost his true qi, he was ten years old in an instant, the poison could no longer be suppressed, and his face instantly turned black.

Lu Ming never gave him any chance, a sword in his hand silently sank into his chest, accompanied by several sword qi one by one, and there was not much blood to flow out of the gap, but he could see his blue, black, purple, red flesh.

On the other side, the swords of Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian were inserted into Erdun's body in turn, and the sword qi that penetrated the blade of the sword continued to strangle the inside of his body.

"Roar! I'm coming!"

Zhuoligetu didn't care about any sound at this time, he jumped high, screamed loudly in his mouth, and slashed down viciously with his two-handed giant sword from top to bottom.

Click......

Lu Ming's face turned pale, and he was no longer able to block the various energy fluctuations around him with the power of the sword marks, and the invisible energy shattered like a bubble.

The greatsword of Zoligetu was not a sharp sword, and the blade severed Erdun's bones one by one, and the creepy sound of breaking bones was able to continue to spread through the night sky.

The four of them looked at each other silently, and then they all sat down on the ground and laughed, although the smile was slightly distorted after being seriously injured, although it was very difficult to laugh, but the joy and ease from the heart did not need a serious smile to render.

Chapter VII

"Dangdangdang...... The enemy is stealing the camp......!

Suddenly the sound of a gong rang out in the tribal barracks, and a column of patrolmen rushed towards them with them, shouting as they spoke.

In the tents in the barracks were sleeping Hutu steppe warriors, they were very tired after a day of training, and they were enjoying a deep sleep at this moment, but when they heard the piercing sound of gongs that represented the enemy's sneak attack, they all bounced up as if they had been shocked, and some of them didn't even put on their clothes, picked up the steel sword placed on the pillow, and rushed out of the tent with a leap.

The torches are lit!

Hundreds of torches flowed like lava in the gaps between the tents, converging from all directions, spreading and filling every passage.

In an instant, the light of the torches combined with the shouts of thousands of soldiers filled the sky over the entire military camp, as if thousands of awakened giant beasts pounced on the central tent together.

However, their pace and shouts immediately stopped abruptly, and the warriors in front of them took the lead in standing still, and instantly petrified, and the warriors behind who did not know the situation could not control their bodies and directly collided with their companions in front.

Those people retreated backwards with difficulty, with an unbelievable look on their faces, and the people behind them were very puzzled, and crowded forward again, they finally saw the situation inside with great effort, but they were directly stunned.

Thousands of soldiers stared blankly at the broken central tent, looked at Lu Ming and the four of them with a difficult gaze, and in the end, they all fell on Erdun, who had turned into corpses.

Silence, death-like silence.

No one spoke, no one even screamed, only the hula of burning torches and the gradual heavy gasping of the people.

Several of the leaders of the high positions looked at each other, and at last, one of them took the lead, and although he was reluctant to come closer to take a look, someone had to take the responsibility.

The other leaders, despite having a very ominous premonition in their hearts, had no choice but to take a step forward with difficulty, and within a few steps, they were already sweating and heavily clothed.

A few of the most loyal warriors wanted to follow, but after a few steps, they felt the solemn aura and could no longer lift their steps.

Several leaders finally completed this journey, and the short distance of a few dozen steps made them feel that they had climbed over several mountains, and even their strength was about to run out, and they finally mustered up the courage to look at the broken and shapeless corpse.

With a bang, several people suddenly felt like they had been struck by lightning!

"My lord, Lord Erdun was really killed...... "The shocked voices of several people wanted to moan in pain at this moment.

"What!" The warriors burst into a frenzy: "The Lord has the strength of the Sword Master, even the Chief of Bale is helpless against the strength of the Lord, and finally dies in battle, but why was the Lord killed, was it these four boys?"

"Don't forget, that Sword Saint of Destruction has reached the level of a half-step Sword Venerable, maybe he is the one who pressed the black hand!"

"It must be that old thing, otherwise the adults would never die!"

The warriors screamed, and the chatter drowned out wave after wave, but the leaders were silent, because they knew the strength of the adults better than the other warriors, and at the same time, they also knew a little bit about the power of the Sword Destroyer, and knew that if they were fighting, then half of the tents in this military camp might disappear.

But now, except for the violent energy fluctuations that came from Fang just now, there was not even a single shout, and even adults did not shout until they died.

"Is it that adults disdain to shout, or are they ...... There is no chance at all?" several people couldn't help but think in their hearts, especially the shock, disbelief, and final struggle in the eyes of the adults who had been defeated, and it could be seen that he didn't believe that he would die like this until he died.

With a snort, several leaders were alert and flew backwards, but in their backward sight, a huge two-handed sword slashed directly at Erdun's neck, which was still complete, and then a large hand reached down and grabbed the hair, grabbing the severed head.

With a giant sword in one hand and a human head in the other, Zhuoligetu looked at the warriors on the left and right with his small eyes.

The steppe warriors suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, as if they were being treated as dead, and their steps instinctively retreated. Seeing that the heads of adults were all carried in people's hands, the warriors knew that the civil war in the steppe was over, and at least there would be no more scenes of a large number of warriors fighting.

Zhuo Ligetu snorted, turned around and saw Lu Ming and the other three brothers, and said proudly: "Brothers, let's go!" (to be continued......)