Zhang Yancang gently put down Yang Weide and took a few steps back, with a look of separation in his eyes.

At this moment, Yang Weide was shocked, as if he suddenly understood something, and shouted: "Master, Master, don't leave me ......"

"You are defeated!" Zhang Yancang said majestically: "You are a swordsman, and you should lose like a swordsman." ”

"Master, but I can't afford to lose! If I lose, I'll die!" Yang Weide struggled, trying to stand up and run towards Master, but he couldn't stand up at all, and tore open the wound on his chest, worsening the injury, and blood began to spurt out of his mouth, but his desire to survive prompted him to keep struggling.

Xiao Fan and the others were shocked, and they all stepped back, they seemed to understand that if Yang Weide was defeated, his master would do his best, and he would also protect Yang Weide, and not let the two old men on the other side make him jealous, but now that Yang Weide is defeated and abolished, then his value will not make Zhang Yancang take risks again.

This is the world of swordsmen, which is complicated to say, but more often than not, it is simple and direct.

Zhang Yancang took one last look at Yang Weide, with deep disappointment in his eyes, and then turned around and walked towards his horse.

"I won't kill you, you can go. Lu Ming said indifferently, then turned around and walked back to the bonfire.

Yang Weide was shocked again, he looked at Lu Ming who was sitting back by the bonfire with very inexplicable eyes, and couldn't help but secretly think, what did he mean? Do you really want to let me go? Or do you want to wait for me to go halfway before killing me?

But Yang Weide looked left and right. found that Lu Ming didn't even look at himself anymore as if he hadn't seen him at all. He didn't know where a burst of force erupted, staggered to his feet, turned and ran backwards.

Zhuo Lige stood up and said: "My brother, you can't just put it back, such a person will definitely be a scourge in the future, it is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots now, and there will be less trouble in the future." ”

"That's right. This man must have remembered your sword. If you go back and study it, maybe one day you will see through your swordsmanship, and you will never let him go back alive. Leng Jian squinted, the coldness on his handsome face. But it makes people feel chilling.

Nangong Huajian put down the wooden sword in his hand. Said: "This person goes back." I will definitely send a letter to that woman Xuemei, and maybe we will unite more people to wait for our arrival and let him go back. Bad. ”

"It doesn't matter. Lu Ming put the blood-stained wooden sword on the fire and baked it, and said, "I want to completely knock that woman into the clouds at one time, and don't give her a chance to turn over, the more people know that I am going to challenge, the better." ”

Zhang Yancang couldn't help but be shocked, he slowly turned his head, glanced at Lu Ming carefully, and muttered in his heart: "It turns out that he is recuperating." On the way to the Holy Sword Mountain before, it was inevitable that someone would come to intercept him for the sake of Xue Mei, but his exquisite swordsmanship, a genius swordsman like his own apprentice, could not defeat him at all, and every time he won, his momentum would increase by one point, and when he reached the peak of the mountain, he would completely cultivate the general momentum, and when the time came, he would ......"

When the time comes, the younger generation of swordsmen will no longer be an obstacle to him, and they will be invincible!

Zhang Yancang couldn't help but secretly gasp, he turned his gaze to the Sword Saint of Destruction and the old sword master, they were still eating meat and drinking, although they were a little amazed at Yang Weide's previous swordsmanship, but their aura was always very calm.

There are also those young people, although they persuaded Lu Ming not to let their apprentices go back, but these people's faces were still relaxed, and they showed their trust in Lu Ming, and they were very convinced.

Who are these people? How can they get together?

Zhang Yancang pondered the question, stretched out his hand to support his apprentice, and instilled a true qi into it.

"Master......" Yang Weide was shocked, his eyes flashed with poor little stars, and he looked at Zhang Yancang.

"Don't speak, I'll send you to your master immediately. ”

Zhang Yancang picked up Yang Weide horizontally, stomped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air, and flew out quickly, when he was a hundred meters away, he stepped lightly again, and flew up again, and in a few flashes, there was no trace at all.

Xiao Fan and the others reluctantly took it back, after all, no matter what, following Yang Weide's side, these people have really been beautiful for a while......

They immediately noticed the people around the campfire, but all of them were masters, and they found that they had no one to support, so they all climbed on their horses and ran wildly, but when they felt at ease, and turned around, they were still going about their own thing, and they were not even in the mood to look at themselves.

This is the gap! Several people suddenly felt weak, but they had to continue running into the darkness.

"How do you feel now?" Lu Ming touched up the wooden sword a little more, and asked Nangong Huajian with a smile.

Nangong Huajian knew that Lu Ming was going to start teaching his left-handed sword, but before that, he had to think carefully about what he lacked.

Practicing swords, whether it is the left hand or the right hand, first lies in the habit, since the age of five, he has been practicing the right hand sword for nearly 20 years, it can be said that all the offensive and defensive ends of the swordsmanship that have been practiced, the cooperation of the body method, and the means of lore, are deeply engraved on the right hand, and even their own minds, have been accustomed to this kind of thinking, and strategy.

Now that he has switched to his left hand, it means that everything is starting over, that is, he can now say that his sword realm is relatively powerful, but without ten years and eight years, he cannot achieve the same proficiency as his right hand.

However, Nangong Huajian knows more that even if his left hand can reach the level of his former right hand through perennial practice, at that time, where is his position?

Obviously, by then, others have already been at another level, and they have just returned to the beginning, and the gap during the period is self-evident.

This is where Nangong Huajian is really discouraged, he can't find a better way to master the left-handed sword to quickly improve his swordsmanship.

And Lu Ming can do it, the year of his amnesia, he forgot all swordsmanship and swordsmanship, even true qi sword qi, but his year was a year of rapid progress.

Thinking of this, Nangong Huajian's eyes bloomed brightly, and a brand-new road seemed to be close in front of him.

At the end of the small hill where Lu Ming is located, there is a high mountain rising from the ground, the snow on the upper half of the peak is thicker and whiter, and the lower half of the mountain is still fragrant with birds and flowers, and the greenery is verdant. No matter what time it is, the Holy Sword Mountain is so beautiful, although the straight-line distance is only more than a thousand kilometers away from Fenghua City, one has four distinct seasons, and the other remains the same all year round, as if it were two worlds.

On the huge smooth platform at the foot of the mountain, thousands of disciples practiced swords together, and between the swings of the sword blades, there were bursts of whimpering, and even just everyone only changed their footwork, and the momentum generated lingered on the entire mountain peak, which was really majestic and earth-shattering.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, the two figures soared up, and between the movements, they had already come to the halfway point of the mountainside, they were almost completely floating on the treetops, and their figures fluttered several times, and they came to the top of the stone platform.

There was a beautiful white figure, sitting on a wide stone seat, her cheeks were as smooth as freshly peeled eggs, and there was hardly a trace of flaw on her delicate face, and the layer of fog that seemed to be absent made it impossible to see her face specifically, and a constant coldness made people unable to get too close, which was Xuemei.

Xue Mei glanced at the two junior disciples who hurriedly came up the mountain, her cherry lips opened lightly, and said, "Seeing that you two are in such a hurry, could it be that something big happened under the mountain?"

"Senior sister, something big is indeed happening. The junior brother dressed in black said: "The two of us just got a piece of news, saying that Lu Ming from Tiandu City is coming to challenge Senior Sister, and now he is already on the way, and he has defeated Yu Xiaopeng and Yang Weide one after another, and now it is only a five-day trip from the Holy Sword Mountain." ”

"And they all defeated them with a single sword. Another junior in khaki clothes added.

"Oh, he defeated those two in quick succession with a single sword?"

The cold voice in the snow and beauty came out faintly, just when I heard it, it made people feel as if they were in the clouds and fog, which was refreshing.

The two of them hurriedly saluted and said, "Yes, senior sister, as soon as the two of us received the carrier pigeon, we rushed back immediately. ”

Xue Mei was still sitting upright, and a faint sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, which made the black-clothed junior brother feel a little uneasy, because at this time, the senior sister should have ordered her to go and kill the news, but she looked so careless, as if she hadn't heard her words at all.

Xue Mei glanced at this person, with a helpless expression on her face, like a swan standing tall, glanced at the ants on the ground, and knew that the ants were destined to not understand the connotation in the swan's heart.

Now that I am in the realm of a half-step sword master, these great swordsmen who are still struggling in the seven or eight blades, of course, can't understand my height, now that I have won the first place in the whole empire trial competition, and I have entered the tomb of the Sword Venerable for a whole month, looking at the young generation in the whole world, how many people can compare with me?

He, Lu Ming, is just a loser who has woken up temporarily, no matter how hard he tries, he can't get rid of the identity of an ant.

However, it is said that he disappeared for a year, and it is said that he was still knocked off the cliff, hehehe, I didn't expect him to come back alive, but ants are ants, no matter how strong he is, he can't shake a huge mountain. (To be continued......)