This is already Lu Ming's maximum, if there is too much stickiness, the effect will not be so accurate, it will be useless, so Lu Ming only sticks a few swords at a time, and then gives others a fatal blow.

The sword suddenly disappeared, making these swordsmen stunned for a while, and looked at their hands holding the swords in a daze, whether it was the left hand or the right hand, they only had the opportunity to look at the first half of the eyes, Lu Ming's double swords would take their lives, and turn their bodies into fertilizer for the future of the mountains and rivers.

Zhuo Ligetu shouted and was still dancing the sword desperately, and suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he had broken out of the encirclement.

"Keep rushing!" Lu Ming picked up his double swords, threw up and strode down, and everyone behind him followed one by one.

And the rest of the people are all chasing up, but they maintain a tacit boundary, all the pursuing swordsmen have not crossed this line, because that is the maximum attack distance of Lu Ming's flying steel sword, these people have used the lives of their companions in the battle, probing very clearly.

However, Lu Ming knew that as soon as these people saw the disciples under the mountain, they would immediately surround them, and as soon as there were more people, they would not know which one they were dead, and no one would think that it was him.

At this time, Li Yi followed, and when he walked out of the battlefield where the fierce battle had just begun, he glanced back and felt that it was like a catastrophe of destruction.

More than 40 people have died behind him, they are either lying down, or lying down, and some have been shot and hung on trees, and the way of death is not the same, but one thing is the same, that is, a sword kills.

All of them were killed with a single sword, without a single trace of unnecessary injuries. And no matter where the injury is, it is the real vital part.

After looking at almost every corpse carefully, Li Yi's brows furrowed tightly, killing people can be killed so accurately, it will greatly improve the combat efficiency, and it will save more time.

Combat time, every second is a matter of life and death, how can they practice such accurate combat efficiency?

Li Yi sighed secretly, he was now in the realm of a sword hero. Self-questioning, more and more people are aware of the structure of the human body. He has also killed people, and he is a swordsman as powerful as himself, but if he wants to be as accurate as Lu Ming, he still can't wait for it.

It takes a lot of practice. But there is a higher possibility. That's how often they ...... Homicide!

Li Yi couldn't help but recall the performance of Lu Ming and the others in the battle. I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Calm, cold, iron-blooded!"

The breath on them. That's really crawling out of the pile of dead people, even...... Even made himself feel frightened, so that he did not participate in the battle of hundreds of people.

That's the real reason. Li Yi knows how to observe the timing and knows how to self-reflect, so he has always been a genius, but now he would rather not see Lu Ming and the others.

"Kill!" Lu Ming roared again, and then the other four, even the little girl, let out a cold shout, the voice that should have been soft and weak, but it was full of slaughter!

At this moment, this situation had completely shaken Li Yi's heart, and he hurriedly turned around to look over, and another tragic battle began.

Looking at Lu Ming's amazing swordsmanship, as well as the exquisite cooperation, especially the sword he had just made with all his strength, Li Yi knew that the less than fifty sword masters below couldn't stop them at all, but the powerful uncles had already retreated, and they were in the bottleneck stage, their goals were completely in the realm of the sword king, they would be very easy, and they would need a fierce battle.

For the first time in his life, Li Yi was not confident in facing swordsmen who were lower than himself, but their swordsmanship was so exquisite, and the formation was so attractive......

Li Yi couldn't help but tremble, a powerful desire completely occupied his mind, his figure flew up again, and galloped towards Lu Ming's back, his sword was held behind him, and then his feet were violently off the ground, and when his body twisted, he suddenly threw his hand with all his strength, and the steel sword suddenly turned into a streamer and shot out, and at the same time he picked up a sword, and his body followed closely behind the flying steel sword.

This sword contains part of his strength, which is not comparable to sword qi at all, and when he throws out the brake sword, you can see Li Yi's determination to win.

Lu Ming was fighting with all his might, and a steel sword suddenly appeared in his perception, and it pointed directly at the vital point of his vest, completely locking himself, and behind this sword, he followed the person who shook Zhuoli Getu with a sword before.

Lu Ming had already felt that this person was in the realm of sword masters, he was very genius, and at the same time he was also very cautious, he saw that after he caught the sword of that peak sword master, he saw the cooperation of his own people, so he did not make a rash move, but chose to observe.

People who are good at observation are the real danger, and Lu Ming also knows even more that among these people now, only this person is his real opponent.

Lu Ming turned around suddenly, and the sword in his hand stabbed out diagonally, and the blades of the two swords struck each other at this moment. This sudden sword startled all the people in Leng Jian, they only heard the sound of breaking the air, but they didn't expect the sword to come.

Li Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at his sword tightly, only to see that as soon as Lu Ming came into contact with his own sword, his face turned red, obviously created by his powerful strength!

Li Yi was not excited, he always maintained the calm he should have during the battle, and he saw Lu Ming's sword swing again, and after shaking his sword around his body a few times, it was nailed into the throat of a disciple not far away.

And the steel sword in Li Yi's hand had already stabbed straight towards Lu Ming, and the distance was only three meters away, which was only a moment of time for Jian Hao. Still, he didn't relax.

At this time, the cold sword crowd suddenly burst out, and the four swords formed a cluster of sword forests, blocking Li Yi's sword.

This is already their maximum reaction speed, and if they want to cooperate with the sword formation, they can't do it at all, but, do they want to stop me Li Yi in this way?

A sneer rose at the corner of Li Yi's mouth, and he pushed the sword that had been stopped by everyone.

Burst...... The four of them suddenly turned their backs to the sky, their steps kept retreating, and blood spurted out of their mouths.

Exactly as expected, Li Yi didn't look at the four people who were shocked back, and the sword in his hand drove straight in, and his target was Lu Ming.

The sky suddenly distorted, Li Yi was startled, he felt the breath of the master, and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

And at this time, Li Yi saw a sword tip shining with cold light slashing in front of him, but it was obviously not far enough, so he didn't hit himself, and then a sword qi shot out from the blade of the sword, but the speed was obviously not fast enough, and he couldn't catch up with himself at all, but when did he stab the sword? If the master didn't pull himself, what would be the consequences?

Li Yi's heart was like water, he felt that he was really dead, and he was surprised in his heart, and he no longer felt that he would be surprised by anything, and then he saw Lu Ming looking at him with a sword, without a trace of expression in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person, or a stranger.

At the same time, the Sword Saint of Destruction stood in front of everyone, and by this time, everyone found that they had rushed down the Holy Sword Mountain, and they were standing and looking at the position of the entire mountain before entering the mountain.

Lu Ming felt that his eyes lit up, and the stone that was tightly pressed on his heart was also broken, and the feeling of escaping from life was like returning to the real world!

Lu Ming breathed hard, this was the first time he had fought to such a tragic state, his true qi was almost exhausted, and only a few drops of spare sword yuan were left as a reserve to deal with the unexpected. His body was covered in blood and shredded flesh, and his originally white face was covered with a thick layer of blood scabs, as if he had just crawled out of the pool of hellish blood, which was a real feeling of seeing the light of day.

"Let's ......" Zhuo Ligetu dragged the heavy sword with one hand, and the other hand gestured back and forth between himself and the others, with a completely disbelieving expression on his face, and asked, "This is out?"

"What else do you want?"

Leng Jian's cold face also showed a smile, but it was the resolute smile after the rest of the war. After he smiled, he raised his eyelids and gradually looked up from under his feet, it was a road paved with blood, there were his own, brothers', and more opponents', this was simply an impossible road to come down, but the brothers worked together and fought side by side, but they were killed hard, cool!

However, this time he really almost died inside, this Zhong Nantian is even a scoundrel to challenge the rules of the swordsman, what a bullshit holy sword gate, I think even the street splash knows some rules better than him.

When Leng Jian's eyes saw the mountain, he viciously despised Zhong Nantian who was standing on the top of the mountain.

Nangong Huajian was also covered in blood, quietly looking at the mountain peak, with a faint smile on his vicissitudes of life, he was celebrating the bloody path of these brothers, and he really despised Zhong Nantian. He knew that his brothers were fighting side by side, and this was a slap in the face to the Holy Sword Gate.

Although Lu Ming felt a burst of relaxation all over his body, he did not relax at all, and although the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect did not pursue him again, he was still on guard with all his might. He looked around at everyone and found that the true qi in the Sword Saint of Destruction was churning, and there were several places where the flow was extremely sluggish, and he was obviously injured a lot. And his master, the old sword master, has several huge wounds on his body that are turned over the flesh, all of which are constantly bleeding, and some bones can be seen in it with traces left by the sword, obviously the injury has reached a critical point.

And the others, except for Qing'er who suffered some internal injuries, the other three were all external injuries and internal injuries, and their true qi had been exhausted, and if there was another round of fighting, they would definitely not be able to hold on.

However, as soon as these people came out of the mountain, the pursuit stopped, Zhong Nantian only rescued his own apprentices, but he didn't care about the others, and those people were just looking like foxes and fake tigers at the moment.

It seems that Zhong Nantian can only rely on the sect's sword formation and the general trend to compete with the Sword Saint of Destruction, otherwise he will definitely chase after so many disciples who have died. (To be continued......)