After dressing up, Lu Ming sneaked into Erdun's tribe, and from a distance, he saw Erdun pacing nervously in the tent, rubbing his hands uncontrollably, and his bearded face was anxiously like it was on fire.

It seems to be waiting for a reply from the Killer Sect. Lu Ming smiled coldly and walked into the kitchen with the herdsmen. After Zhuo Ligetu's introduction, Erdun is a very delicious food, and his favorite is the medium-rare roast leg of lamb, which is indispensable for every meal.

What's more, Erdun is a person who is more protective of food, and what he hates the most is that someone steals his roast leg of mutton, and he knows the roast leg of lamb like his own fingers, and he knows where a small piece is missing.

Lu Ming saw that the two herdsmen were carefully concocting a sheep's hind leg, and the sharp dagger in their hands was cautious, for fear of accidentally cutting off a small point, which was more serious than pedicure.

That's it. Lu Ming lurked quietly, and for the sake of insurance, he decided to find a few more dishes that Erdun ate alone.

Night was fast approaching, and Erdun's face became more and more difficult to look at. He kept pacing back and forth around the campfire in his tent, feeling that time was passing too slowly, and why hadn't the killers had returned any information yet?

He turned around and grabbed the roast leg of lamb on the table, looked at it carefully, and didn't use a knife, he directly opened his mouth and bit it, vicious like a wolf. He chewed heavily, as if by biting, to vent all his emotions for the day.

"Whew!" Erdun swallowed a large mouthful of mutton before letting out a long breath. I feel a lot lighter.

He picked up his wine glass, drank it all, and couldn't help scolding: "Damn, why is this biggest killer sect on the grassland so inefficient?"

You must know that the price you spend is extremely high, and you can definitely let the masters above the intermediate swordsman dispatch, of course, the killer's sword realm is not as good as their own, but they have all kinds of killer skills. Kill a few boys who don't have any hair. Definitely an easy process.

But why is there no news yet?

Erdun's mind was full of this question over and over again, and he became more and more agitated, and the roast leg of lamb in his hand once again became a veritable scapegoat. was constantly bitten by that vicious mouth.

Glass after glass of spirits poured into the stomach. Erdun's face glowed with a strange red. His eyes also began to become cloudy. He smacked his lips suddenly, and said with a puzzled face: "Today's leg of lamb is very special, a little numb." It's a little spicy, is it because it uses seasonings that are special products from the southern country?"

After tasting it again, Erdun felt that the taste was not bad, so he picked up the wine glass, frowned and thought, why hasn't the killer sect passed back the news yet?...... It's impossible, but I've been sending someone to secretly monitor that old thing, as long as there is a slight movement, he will definitely report to himself, after all, his inner line is the personal guard of the Great Khan, and it is impossible to miss the slightest bit of news.

But why didn't these killers believe it?

Erdun exhaled viciously, reached out and grabbed the knife and plunged it into the leg of mutton, he just wanted to get up and take a look outside, when suddenly a faint sound of wind came. If you don't perceive the wind carefully, you won't notice anything unusual at all, but in the tight tent made of animal skins, it seems too sudden and weird.

Erdun turned around suddenly, and saw a little cold light flickering on the tarpaulin, and the very faint wind was emitting the cold light that penetrated the animal skin, and this cold light, Erdun knew that this was a sword, but the incision of the sword was too narrow, and there was a sword to block it, so that the cold wind howling outside could not crowd in.

But this turned out to be a sword? Who is the owner of the sword? How can you make sure that the sword has been pierced and has reached the effective attack range, so that you can find out for yourself?

Could it be the Sword Saint of Destruction? Erdun was shocked, he just jumped up and didn't dare to relax his breath, his steps were in the air and he stepped back again and again, almost being pressed against the tip of the sword on his throat.

The heavy animal skin tent was like a piece of paper, and the owner of the sword rushed in directly behind the sword, and the sword kept locked on the throat of the other party.

Lu Ming?

Erdun's face was extremely heavy, if this sword was made by the Sword Saint of Destruction, he would not be so surprised, but this sword was actually played by Lu Ming, who was only in the realm of Sword Heroes, and he almost hit himself hard!

Erdun couldn't help but be surprised, even his clothes were soaked with cold sweat gushing out in an instant, and he was even more sure of his previous uneasiness at this time, if Lu Ming was allowed to develop, and with three boys with good swordsmanship, then even if he could kill two or three, he would inevitably suffer in the end!

However, why didn't he even realize how Lu Ming lurked?

Erdun was shocked, even against the Sword Saint of Destruction who had not reached the level of a half-step Sword Venerable, he had never been so shocked, because the Sword Saint of Destruction had that power, but this Lu Ming, who was obviously a weak body and not a high-end Sword Realm, how could he sneak in so much and stab himself with a sword?

Looking at Lu Ming's indifferent eyes, Erdun only felt a chill surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but retreat with the breath he had raised before, and quickly distanced himself from the sword.

Erdun drew his sword from his waist with his right hand, stepped backwards with his left foot, and with the power of the moment he touched the tent, he quickly counterattacked, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A thick sword light bloomed behind Erdun, and the giant sword full of ferocious power directly cut through the tent, but it was a little slower than Erdun's figure. After a sword pierced the air, Zhuoligetu's figure was revealed.

Hmph, even if you want to sneak up on me?

Seeing the somewhat lost Zhuo Ligetu, the sneer on the corner of Erdun's mouth became even thicker, although he didn't know how they lurked in, but if this dead fat man burst out of power at the moment, he could be as silent as Lu Ming, I'm afraid he might really succeed in hurting himself.

Lu Ming's wrist flicked, and a style of Tai Chi directly wrapped around Erdun's sword, feeling the power like a mountain, and the sword qi on the sword that was full of sword qi comparable to stormy waves, even Lu Ming had to admire the strength of the Sword Saint.

It's up to you, although Erdun wanted to sneer and mock these ignorant boys, but he knew that he was still flying in the tent with his breath up, and if he spoke now, he would inevitably lose his breath and lose his stature.

Damn, it's all because the sneak attack was too sudden, otherwise I would have taken a good breath, how could I be so hasty as now!

Erdun saw Lu Ming's sword stabbing in an arc, and his eyes were full of sneers, this kid actually wants to fight me against the sword? Then it will be fulfilled for you first.

Erdun stabbed at the sword with a sword, but found that his sword seemed to be pierced into cotton, and Lu Ming's sword was completely soft and had no strength at all.

Sure enough, it is a low-realm waste, how can he understand the power that the Sword Master possesses?

Erdun continued to stab his sword fiercely, but he found that Lu Ming's sword had just finished arcing, and the landing point was actually on his own sword.

A strong force fell on Erdun's sword, and just as he was finding a gap for his sword qi to release, a sword qi suddenly bombarded out.

With a twist of Lu Ming's wrist, the power of Tai Chi pulled this sword qi to draw a whirling arc, flying from Erdun's side in a roundabout way.

Huh, what kind of swordsmanship is this, how can it be possible to dissolve my sword qi and become his means of attack?

Erdun was startled, and he had to be distracted to block this sword qi, just the moment he dispersed his sword qi, he immediately noticed that there was a burst of energy fluctuations coming from behind him at the moment, and his strength rose rapidly, this person was like a light in the darkness!

Erdun smiled, very proudly, he snorted secretly, Shengsheng raised his strength again, while swinging the sword with his right hand to shatter the sword qi, his left hand swung back, and a sword qi shot out.

Nangong Huajian was just about to sneak attack a sword, but he sensed that a force so strong that he couldn't stop it had appeared in front of him, so he had to quickly squat down and plunge the sword into the ground, while urging his sword qi with all his might.

Boom!

That sword qi shattered into a lost energy turbulence, but Nangong Huajian was truly aware that he was hit by a flying mountain, and the completely unstoppable power made him miserable, and a blood line flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he had to insist on resisting, otherwise even the energy turbulence of the shattered sword qi would add three points to the injuries on his body.

However, at this moment, a chill suddenly climbed into Erdun's heart, and he suddenly found that in the sword qi in front of him that was scattered by himself, it seemed that an ice pick had penetrated it.

The scattered sword qi cut several bloody cuts on the surface of this ice pick, but it could not stop him from moving forward in the slightest, he was like a vicious demon beast that broke through the ice, silent, but with a terrifying killing intent.

The cold sword was like a silent iceberg, and it crashed straight into the invincible super-large cruise ship.

Boom!

The tent shook suddenly, and the huge hedge force caused the air inside the tent to ripple, but in an instant, the tent had been twisted and torn into rags.

Leng Jian's figure flew backwards without a doubt, and while he was still in mid-air, the clothes on his body were shattered into strips of cloth, only a few were still hanging on his body, and the strong muscles were already covered with blood.

The cold eyes of the cold sword flying upside down saw a small scar on Erdun's body, and even only scratched his clothes, and there was no trace of even skin and flesh, so he could only sigh his powerlessness.

After careful planning, Lu Ming gave himself a good chance to stab this sword, but he didn't expect that Erdun's strength had reached such a strong point, and even the injuries he suffered during the battle with the Sword Saint of Destruction were almost healed, it seemed that the secret method he cultivated was really extraordinary. (To be continued......)