"It's almost successful, but it's not possible. Erdun said coldly, he suddenly became hysterical, and roared vigorously: "Don't I want to succeed? Do I want to let go of the power that is about to be obtained? Damn! Now this Sword Saint of Destruction has reached the level of a half-step Sword Venerable, which is the same strength as the Great Khan, what do you want me to fight with others again?"

Na Durton was petrified on the spot, and when he looked back at the huge sword qi that was gradually dissipating, he was secretly shocked, he couldn't imagine that it was the sword qi that destroyed the sword saint, and he clearly saw a touch of indifferent gray in the thick sword qi, as if looking down on the common people.

But......

The young man's brows tightened, how could the Sword Saint of Destruction, who had not been able to defeat the adults even today, suddenly be promoted to a half-step Sword Venerable? Looking at the entire grassland, only the Great Khan could fight against it!

The steppe warriors all walked out of their shelters, they looked up at the sword qi, and they all showed a shock from the soul, and then a tribal elder glanced at each other, and then silently walked into the big tent, not knowing what to discuss.

Are you going to surrender to Cheng? Hmph! Sure enough, the overall situation has been decided. Erdun was unwilling, but he knew that he had to work as soon as possible to save his life. Besides, no matter how powerful this Sword Saint of Destruction is, he can't stay in the grassland for the rest of his life without leaving, right? As long as he gets through the present, he will still have the final say in the future!

In the big tent where Lu Ming was, the Sword Saint of Destruction looked at the sword qi that broke through the tent in a daze, even now, he couldn't believe that it was his own sword qi.

The last time he attacked Sword Venerable, he was only a peak Sword Saint. It didn't reach the point of a half-step Sword Venerable, and the Sword Saint of Destruction knew that he wanted to reach a half-step Sword Venerable, and he didn't know what year or month it was, so he had the intention of defeating and planned to hit his luck, and the result was not what he expected.

However, he didn't expect that after he was injured, he was conditioned by Lu Ming, not only did he recover from his injuries, but his sword qi improved again, and he naturally became a half-step sword venerable.

Rao has seen Lu Ming's healing methods. The Sword Saint of Destruction still couldn't suppress the shock. Even now, he is still in deep thought, unable to detach himself from it as calmly as before.

Zhuo Ligetu and the three of them felt the vigorous sword qi, and they felt a burst of cool air blowing on their bodies. I couldn't help but open my confused eyes. Seeing that sword aura. The six eyes of the three of them were stunned for a moment.

Chapter IV

"Half-step Sword Venerable?"

In the tent that had been turned into an open-air stage, Zhuo Ligetu heard the story of the Sword Saint of Destruction, and immediately jumped to his feet. It was hard to imagine that his fat body jumped as light as a steppe antelope, but at the cost of a slight shaking of the ground, the onlookers were speechless for a while.

"The predecessor became a sword venerable, this time I really have enough confidence!" The fat man slapped his face, excited like a child, and he suddenly fell silent.

Lu Ming got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "What outcome do you want from this matter?"

Zhuo Ligetu waved away the kind face of his adoptive father in his mind, sighed lightly, and frowned: "Although he is only my adoptive father, I can't repay his nurturing kindness in this life, I didn't expect him to leave like this." The revenge of killing my father is not shared, and I want to use Erdun's head to pay tribute to my adoptive father and brother who died in battle!"

"Good. Lu Ming nodded and said, "Since you have this kind of thought, then let's plan it and see how to surprise Erdun and let the dead rest in peace." ”

"Yes!" Zoligetu nodded heavily, and sat down in the roofless tent, and began to discuss revenge.

"Report!" a steppe warrior rushed into the tent with a long voice, leaned over and saluted, "My lord, the Great Khan of Balhu is here. ”

"Balhu?" said Zhuoligetu, frowning, "where is he?"

"The Great Khan is a man, right on the banks of the Nara River, coming towards the tribe. The subordinate simply replied.

When Zhuoligetu waved his men away, a loud laugh appeared outside the tent, and this Balhu didn't even give everyone a little room to react.

Lu Ming sat calmly in place, and the Sword Saint of Destruction sat with a sneer, he wanted to see what the purpose of this strongest man in the grassland was here.

As soon as Zhuo Ligetu wanted to get up to greet him, a big hand had already opened the curtain of the tent, and then an extremely strong figure bowed his head and squeezed in at the tent door, his height was two meters thirty, his broad body was like an armored chariot, wearing a set of golden robes, the thick beard on his face was like a lush grassland, and a pair of tiger eyes faintly emitted light. It was originally a large tent, but as soon as he entered, it was very crowded.

Half-step Sword Venerable, this Great Khan's strength is really not ordinary. Lu Ming sat indifferently, his eyes glanced at the Sword Saint of Destruction, and from the other party's eyes, he also saw the sudden appearance of this Great Khan, which was definitely not normal, and he should also have a brain as developed as muscles.

Zhuoligetu was a steppe native after all, and he immediately invited the Great Khan to sit on the throne, and then saluted: "Zhuoligetu, the Prairie Eagle Tribe, welcomes the arrival of the Great Khan. ”

"No courtesy. Balhu looked at Zhuoligetu with a smile on his face, and said, "The last time I saw you, you were just about to leave, and now when I see you again, you are like an eagle on the grassland, you can already fly freely." Well, yes, you've been training outside all these years, right?"

Zhuoligetu hesitated for a moment, and then didn't react to Balhu's words, but asked directly: "The Great Khan suddenly came here, it must not be for family life, right?"

Balder nodded directly and said, "You are also a chief now, and your Dargan tribe and the Hutu tribe of Erdun are all the people of my steppe. You know, in the west of us is the dark desert, and in the north is the demon jungle, both of which are places where demon beasts are born, I can no longer watch you kill each other, and I can't tolerate you for what hatred, throwing away the lives of grassland warriors like this, that is a weakening of the strength of my entire grassland, if the demon beasts invade in large numbers, how can we save more lives?"

"So ......" Zhuo Lige was expressionless.

"So, now is the time for me to intervene to stop it, stop the civil war!" Balhu sighed.

Pop! Zhuo Ligetu slammed the table, the table that was very precious in the grassland jumped for a moment, and then shattered into several pieces, the fat man's face was distorted, and he said angrily: "Balhu Great Khan, I Zhuo Ligetu respects your sword realm, but you can't spoil your identity like this." ”

Bal Tiger was obviously stunned, and for a while, except for a bitter smile that seemed to be kind, it was a bitter smile.

"Where were you when we were murdered by the Dargans, where were you when the Hutu wantonly killed the steppe warriors, where were you when my adoptive father and brother were killed? Where were you all these times when we were besieged in the Wolf's Tooth Canyon, my beloved Great Khan!" the corners of Zhuoligtu's mouth twitched, and his voice was as low as an angry bear.

Lu Ming also deeply felt the anger on the fat man's body, if it weren't for his identity as the Great Khan of Balhu, I am afraid he would have drawn his sword a long time ago. Now Lu Ming has also confirmed the previous conjecture, the other party is to use the identity of the Great Khan to suppress Zhuo Li Getu in a high-sounding manner, he can be angry, he can be disrespectful, but if he draws his sword, it is a rebellion, presumably the other party is also waiting for this opportunity.

But fortunately, Lu Ming was able to perceive that the fat man vented his emotions and became calm, which made Lu Ming feel a little relieved, but the fat man looked like a dormant beast no matter how he looked, just waiting to find an opportunity to attack.

Lu Ming covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly, the fat man suddenly covered his body for a while, and quickly suppressed his anger, but his small eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at Balhu calmly.

Balhu was also a little uncomfortable to see by Zhuoligtu's substantial eyes, moved his strong body slightly, sighed, and said: "During this time, I have been cruising outside, and when I heard the news of the unfortunate death of my brother, your father-in-law, and Chief Bale, I rushed back overnight, and scolded Erdun fiercely, I was going to punish him severe......ly!

Zhuoligetu sneered, his eyes stared directly at Balhu, and he didn't say anything, just waiting for his next words.

Balhu was also uncomfortable, but there was no way, Erdun was his brother-in-law, and he would have destroyed the Dalgan tribe, but he didn't expect this Sword Saint of Destruction to be promoted in battle, although he was still half a step away from reaching the real Sword Venerable, but only he could fight with him in the entire grassland, and he could rank in the top thirty throughout the continent.

Now only by coming forward and calming down this matter can he save his life, after all, blood is thicker than water, Erdun will never betray himself, and the dead chief of Bale, whose voice has been very high in recent years, has almost surpassed himself, no matter what, he can't live!

Thinking secretly, Balhu sighed and looked at Zhuoligetu, and said, "But I want to hand over the power to deal with Erdun to you, and only you, the chief of the Prairie Eagle, have the right to do this. I'm here just to help you see the situation in front of you. ”

It's really high-sounding. Lu Ming shook his head speechlessly and glanced at Zhuo Ligetu.

The fat man has a delicate mind comparable to a fox, of course he understands what Lu Ming means, the Bal Tiger Han can have this low enough posture today, which is obviously due to the strength of the Sword Saint of Destruction, and since he has this hole card in his hand, he might as well be more presumptuous.

"Then the big man of Balhu, do you want to stop me from taking revenge?" said the fat man coldly.

"It's not a block. Balhu's huge body leaned in front of the fat man, and said quite seriously: "I want you to sit with Erdun to negotiate, of course, the premise of the negotiation must be to stop the civil war, stop the bloodshed, and let my steppe warriors dedicate their lives to defending the territory, not a crazy civil war." (To be continued......)