One night passed, and in the entire trial camp, from the staff of the Sword Hall to the sword students who only had the realm of swordsmen, for a while, there were many discussions about the breakthrough of Lu Ming and the others, some envy, some jealousy, and so on.

For these, Lu Ming didn't know, even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart, his cultivation journey had already been planned in his heart, but the cultivation in this life was very different from before, the new environment here, the new kendo rules, were waiting for him to discover.

However, Lu Ming was not in a hurry, whether it was the sword realm or the potential crisis, as well as the existing threat, he believed that after his strength gradually improved, the crisis would naturally be eliminated, except for the woman Xue Mei.

When she came to this world, this woman taught herself a very vivid lesson, this time her strength skyrocketed, and her strength was no longer the state she was in that day, and she must repay her well.

After Nangong Huajian withdrew the last trace of sword qi from the dantian, he slowly withdrew his fingerprints, and when he opened his eyes, he seemed to feel that the world was a little brighter, and the people around him who were meditating, the aura on everyone's body had increased a lot, if it wasn't for his own immersion, I am afraid that he would never dare to believe that these were all facts.

Especially Lu Ming, his promotion is even smoother, and it is like his own character, but no one dares to ignore his achievements in kendo.

If the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation shocked Nangong Huajian, then this time Lu Ming's promotion and the process of driving the formation had been deeply rooted in his bone marrow. The cognitive side of his kendo is also a new level of help.

Seeing that Lu Ming and the others had taken credit, Nangong Huajian said: "This time I used your materials, that is, I owe you a favor again, this time I really have nothing to repay, I only give you a promise, except for this trial, no matter when and where, as long as you can find me, I will do one thing for you unconditionally, anything." ”

"Anything?" said Qing'er, with an inexplicable smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. looked at the young master.

Nangong Huajian smiled proudly. Dao: "I believe that Lu Ming is a real swordsman, so this condition is infinitely open. ”

"Yes. Lu Ming smiled indifferently and didn't say anything.

Zhuo Ligetu got up with excitement on his face. Moved his thick arms a few times. Shake the giant sword in your hand. said: "Brother Lu Ming, I want to learn from you." ”

As Zoligetu spoke, a confident look rose on his fat face. In the past, although his realm was much higher than Lu Ming, it was still a little worse, and now he is a nine-bladed great sword master, only a little worse than the Holy Maiden and Nangong Huajian, but his strength will definitely not be lower than them, but in his own team, only Lu Ming is more genius, and he can be called a master in combat, so he has to learn from him in order to find his own shortcomings more accurately!

"Okay. Lu Ming smiled again, grabbed a ghost swordsman's steel sword, and walked straight out of the camp.

Zhuo Ligetu moved his huge body, a trace of excitement appeared on his honest face, and the battle intent was immediately released, fierce like a violent bear.

Out of the camp, Zhuo Ligetu looked at Lu Ming who was standing indifferently with a pair of small eyes, but the strength in his own body had already begun to rise, and in an instant, the strength had reached a certain height, he took a step forward with his right foot, and with a bang, the ground exploded a bunch of dust, and his feet had sunk into the soil.

Zhuo Ligetu roared, his huge body leaned forward slightly, the heavy sword dragged upside down in his hand, and his right foot trapped in the soil suddenly burst out with a huge force, pushing his body and rushing out, the huge giant sword rose in the air, and slashed down with a heart-rending sound of breaking the air. And where he was standing, a pothole the size of a basin was freshly baked.

What is the power of the Nine Blades Great Sword Master? Leng Jian frowned, Zhuo Li Getu's move is already the best interpretation!

Lu Ming's eyes looked at Zhuo Li Getu's giant sword calmly, his swordsmanship outside the plug is very unique, in the competition, he can better understand his swordsmanship, just from his starting style, his swordsmanship is heavy, strong, and his appearance is very similar, but this friend outside the plug is extremely delicate, and his swordsmanship is also smart.

Airplanes!

Lu Ming felt this sword, and even felt that the air was stained by his sword momentum, causing a tingling sensation in his skin.

The sword has not arrived, the momentum is first, and it is really a good sword!

Lu Ming took out his sword. The sword of the ghost swordsman in his hand was silent, but it instantly stuck to the blade of Zhuo Ligetu at an extremely high speed. The fat man's eyes lit up, and his wrist suddenly exerted force, causing the blade of the giant sword to vibrate with an extremely subtle rhythm.

Lu Ming frowned slightly, under this kind of shock, all swordsmen who wanted to hit with skill would be surprised, because most swordsmen couldn't get close to his sword at all, but his sword momentum was not reduced at all, so the opponent would inevitably panic, and he himself would inevitably take the initiative to keep up.

Lu Ming smiled indifferently, and the power of the sword mark burst out in an instant, and the sword in his hand vibrated with a peculiar rhythm.

Leng Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, the swordsmanship of the two was almost the same, but their strength was completely different, in this case, Lu Ming made such a sword, what did he think in his heart? What is his battle plan?

Leng Jian stared closely at the two swords that were struck together, and found that the two swords were in a subtle collision at the moment of the exchange, but it was definitely not a hard collision, because every time the two swords struck each other, the vibration of the heavy sword would be offset a little, and the corresponding force would be displaced, and Lu Ming's sword would immediately bully and stick over, and he actually transferred the power of Zhuo Ligetu between the two swords!

How did Lu Ming do it?

The moment Leng Jian was stunned, he found that Zhuo Li Getu's huge body could no longer fall uncontrollably, just like a thick tree, suddenly going out to the foundation!

After Zhuo Ligetu fell, he rolled and stood up, his face was full of surprise, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the sword in his hand was also upside down, and he had fallen into deep thought.

Leng Jian found that he had seen this sword with his own eyes, but he didn't figure it out at all, and a sword heart could no longer hold it back.

"I'll come. When the cold sword snorted, the sword was already unsheathed, and it stabbed at a very fast speed.

Lu Ming's wrist flipped, and the sword in his hand struck as smartly as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, but at the moment of the sword exchange with Leng Jian, Lu Ming instantly activated the sword marks, so that the power of the sword marks filled the sword, and at the same time, a type of Tai Chi in his hand had already been formed, and the sword blade suddenly stuck to the sword of Leng Jian with a sticky force like a sucker.

"Hey?" Leng Jian's expression changed greatly, he even took a step with his sword, but he could only watch his sword being pulled away by Lu Ming, and then with a flick of the sword, his sword drew a streamer and nailed it into a wooden stake in the courtyard, and the sword body suddenly pierced into it, until the hilt of the sword ......

Leng Jian looked at his right hand, it was indeed empty, but how could he say that it was also the realm of the Seven Blades Great Sword Master, although he was injured, and he didn't take poison this time, but he didn't even hold the sword steadily, right? But now, ......

Nangong Huajian's brows furrowed, he can be said to know the strength of the cold sword best, he was only one line lower than him before, although he had opened up the gap with him after obtaining the sword relics of the sword master level, but he couldn't deny his genius, but how could his sword be thrown away? The key is that any swordsman, at the beginning of the sword practice, is how to hold the sword, how to hold the sword, and how to hold the sword steadily, this is a long process, but every swordsman will put a lot of effort, no one will slack off, because this is a matter of their own life, followed by swordsmanship.

But now, how could a swordsman be beaten away when his realm was still above the other party? Isn't this a joke? It's just giving his life to someone else!

The holy woman looked at Leng Jian, and then at Lu Ming, who was calm as usual, and was surprised for a while, because she found that she racked her brains and didn't find any information about Lu Ming's sword, but she was a person from the Sword Hall?

The origin of any sword technique in the Sword Qi Continent is based on the sword technique of the three major sword priests of the Sword Hall, and later it was adapted or created by various geniuses themselves, but everything is not separated from its sect!

How is it that such a young child has changed his perception of the sword for many years......? That's, isn't it?

But the saint knows very well that the facts are right in front of her, and she will not miss even a little bit!

"I'm coming!" Nangong Huajian raised his eyebrows proudly, and when the sword in his hand was unsheathed, the whole person had already jumped into the battle circle.

"I'll come again. Zhuo Ligetu shook his giant sword and jumped into the battle circle.

Nangong Huajian looked at his friends outside the Saiwai, and couldn't help but think of the battle he had with Lu Ming before, this guy with a thick and thin must not just look at his appearance, it was the swordsmanship he showed was actually the most suitable means, but he was embarrassed by Lu Ming's swordsmanship skills, and Leng Jian didn't even have a sword, the attacks of the two of them were actually very coherent, and to some extent it could be regarded as a kind of cooperation, but there was no room for resistance, and he was confident that he could defeat the two of them joining forces, but this should be another matter here in Lu Ming。

"Group Zhenwu seven interception formations. After thinking for a moment, Nangong Huajian smiled proudly. (To be continued......)