Nangong Huajian's heart suddenly 'chuckled', this sword seemed to be stabbed in his wrist as painful! During this period of time, he had been in contact with Lu Ming and the others, and it could be said that he was truly living and dying together, and any of them could rest assured that they would hand over their backs, even Qing'er, who had the lowest sword realm, and it could be said that he had formed a friendship of life and death with everyone through fighting.

But what I didn't expect was that my life-and-death comrade-in-arms was actually injured in the first game of the second round, and it was an extremely important part of the wrist!

Leng Jian was also taken aback, the sword of Zhuo Li Getu is very subtle in terms of timing and power control, if the opponent is changed to himself, there is no better way to crack this sword, this is obviously a steady victory, but why did the role suddenly completely change?

Leng Jian Fei stood in front of Zhuo Li Getu, looking at Cheng Zifeng with a face like ice, although he didn't speak, but the hand holding the sword was so strong, it had completely shown his determination.

Qing'er hurried over, looking at the bloody wound, a beautiful little face had begun to deform in pain, and tears flashed in her eyes.

With a bang, the huge heavy sword fell to the ground, smashing out a shallow pit, but Zhuo Ligetu had not yet woken up, he looked at the wound on his wrist in a daze, and his brain reflexively kept replaying the picture of Fang Cai, but he couldn't find the flaw of his failure.

If you can find a flaw, then Zhuo Ligetu's sword must be perfect, and Cheng Zifeng will not win so simply!

"How can you be like this!" Nangong Huajian, who had been standing proudly, suddenly became furious. He strode into the battle circle and shouted: "If you win, you will win, why do you have to play such a heavy hand? Don't say any idiotic words like uncontrollable, the ghost will believe it, I will put the words here for you now, what do you do to him, wait a minute, I will do to you, and to people like you with evil intentions, I will repay tenfold!"

"Hey, this sword student ......" A sword hall instructor occupied Cheng Zifeng's side, and said to Nangong Huajian in a protective manner: "Compete in martial arts." Injuries are inevitable. It's very unreasonable for you to talk like that, and I don't think such words should come from your mouth. ”

Seeing that the mentor of the Sword Hao realm looked like a protective genius, Nangong Huajian sneered: "There are some things to say, and some things to do." But can't say it. Less of this. I Nangong Huajian don't care about that!"

When Nangong Huajian spoke, the sword in his hand couldn't help but let out a burst of roars, and the ruthless and wild battle intent had already rendered the entire square. Many sword students were forced to retreat before they could take a comfortable breath.

"You ......" The mentor was speechless for a while, and he could only shake his head speechlessly for such words, "The next game is not your game." ”

At this moment, the swordsmen didn't even dare to breathe, and they also had a more thorough understanding of Nangong Huajian's pride.

Cheng Zifeng stood calmly in the field, his eyes that did not contain any emotion swept over Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian one by one, and then a trace of inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of contempt.

He just glanced at it, and his eyes turned around and left with serious disdain, but when he turned around, his eyes saw Lu Ming beside his friend, but his brows involuntarily frowned slightly, and he immediately restrained this almost unnoticeable expression before stepping away. There was no expression on this young face, as if what he did was just crushing an ant, and everyone was just an ant-like existence in his eyes.

There is actually a reason why Zifeng frowned, Nangong Huajian's arrogance and Leng Jian's coldness are both powerful aura that makes it impossible to ignore their existence, it can be said that as long as they are young swordsmen, as soon as they see them, they will feel that these two people are very dangerous, and they will suddenly be alert.

But this Lu Ming is silent, indifferent like a passerby, it is easy for people to forget on their own, but he is the first to come to this barbarian's side, which can see his reaction and speed, and under his silent actions, he even let himself have the heart to ignore him.

Lu Ming...... He was a tree in the woods and a grass in the prairie, and there was nothing abrupt about him, but he could not see through him. When he arrived at a place where no one was around, Cheng Zifeng secretly looked at Lu Ming, the hand that grabbed the sword, and silently began to exert force.

Lu Ming grabbed Zhuo Ligetu's wrist at the first time, and condensed his fingers into a sword, and clicked a few times around the wound on his wrist very quickly, blocking his meridians and blood vessels with extremely exquisite techniques, and effectively controlling the retracted meridians.

It wasn't until Lu Ming handed over the giant sword to Zhuo Ligetu's left hand that he woke up from the shock, and he looked at Lu Ming in great surprise, his eyes were full of death.

Lu Ming knew that the moment Zhuo Ligetu was cut on his wrist, it meant that the dominance of his kendo career was destroyed, and his heart had already begun to die.

However, Cheng Zifeng's sword is fast and ruthless, so fast that even he can't really react, it can be said that Zhuo Li Getu's power completely has the upper hand, but he and this Cheng Zifeng are not on the same level at all in the realm.

Just before Cheng Zifeng took out the sword, he clearly sensed a sword intent, which was the taste of true saint-level strength, even the destruction of the sword saint was not so powerful, Lu Ming immediately understood, this was the smell from the eyes of the sword maniac, and it was at the center of his eyebrows!

At that moment, Lu Ming clearly saw the eyeballs with the power of the sword marks, it seemed that Cheng Zifeng did not absorb the eyeballs after getting them, but chose to fuse, and he succeeded.

It's a very strong sense of adventure!

After all, in the strength of the Great Sword Master, fused with the eyes of the most powerful Sword Saint in history, at this point, it is very risky, even if there is a slight mistake, exploding and dying will be his only end, it seems that his need for strength is really unscrupulous.

"A broken sword can be rebuilt, a wrist injury can be treated, it's not a big deal, it's wrapped around me. For the first time, Lu Ming grabbed Zhuo Ligetu's broad shoulders, but his toes were upright.

Zhuo Ligetu looked at Lu Ming's eyes fiercely, and saw his indifferent and determined expression, as if he had suffered only a small injury outside the skin.

But since Lu Ming said it, he will definitely do it! Zhuo Ligetu has this confidence in Lu Ming, but he ...... Is it possible that he has just seen through Lu Ming's thoughts? Since such a long period of contact, Lu Ming's state of mind has been as calm as water, but it is as deep as the sea, and the thoughts he revealed just now are actually just deliberately comforting himself.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Ligetu shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, completely driving away the dead qi at that moment, even if Lu Ming is not good at himself, but he can learn the left-handed sword from Lu Ming, he uses a sword with both hands like a dragon, this is not a problem at all, besides, the cold sword can be cultivated back, what does he lack?

"I have written down your sword. Zhuo Lige looked at Cheng Zifeng, and a smile appeared on his honest face.

Only when you are injured will you really know your weaknesses, and you have already thought of your flaws, this injury should be regarded as a tuition! Although the tuition fee is a little higher, Zhuo Ligetu's smile is from the heart, but because he knows that he still has a brother!

"In the next competition, Lu Ming will fight Jiang Yaoyang. ”

Chapter IV

The first competition caused such a turmoil, and the swordsmen all felt a lot, and their expectations for this second battle were even stronger.

"According to the information I got, this Jiang Yaoyang is a real great sword master, although he is only a blade, but this Lu Ming is just a four-bladed sword master, I don't think there is much suspense in this battle. ”

"I can't say that, when I was in the camp, I personally felt that Lu Ming was promoted, and it was a continuous promotion, and he and Li Zhennan could fight, if you want me to say, this competition will still be very exciting. ”

"Will he be promoted to the Great Sword Master? Don't be stupid, Jiang Yaoyang is a famous fast swordsman, he once crossed the level to challenge the master of the three-edged Great Sword Master realm, and forced the opponent to be embarrassed, and in the end he didn't even have the ability to parry, and since his debut, no one in the same realm can survive his ten moves, hehe, this time, I think this Lu Ming is useless. ”

The sword students expressed their opinions word by word, and at the same time spit out Fang Cai's shock, but all the eyes that were thrown at Cheng Zifeng were still full of fear, and their hearts were silent in advance for the sword students who met him next.

Lu Ming glanced at the sword student who walked into the arena, this was a very short man, about one meter sixty tall, his eyes were small, his face was gray, and his hair was full of yellow color, as if to increase his height, and a sword in his hand that was slightly shorter than the long sword, which seemed to be also tailor-made for the figure.

Of course, no one says that a genius must be handsome, and Lu Ming never judges people by their appearance.

Lu Ming's eyes lowered slightly, and he saw the other party's sword, his sword was very strange, there was no scabbard at all, and it was actually a square-headed single-edged sword, the sword body was three feet long, thin like a willow leaf, and the place where there should have been a sword blade on the other side was replaced by a wide blood groove, it can be imagined that if even a little skin is scratched by this sword, the wound will be traumatized unimaginably.

Light, fast, and able to maximize wounds, this is a murderous sword!

And Lu Ming smelled an extremely strong smell of blood on this sword student, this should not have appeared on a sword student who looked like he was only in his early twenties, perhaps, he was a killer at all! (To be continued......