quick!
Too fast!
Far faster, more ruthless, and more vicious than the first sword-drawing technique!
Stimulated by the astonishing murderous intent, Lu Ming's hair stood on end, and even his pupils shrank slightly.
Although this battle is a spar, it is actually a fight to the death.
Lu Ming has made up his mind and will not give up until he achieves his goal.
This behavior undoubtedly lost the face of the court, as well as Li Tongfang and Wei Yuan.
If there was a chance to kill Lu Ming on the spot, Wei Yuan would never miss it.
The sword light flashed suddenly, but Lu Ming's sword speed suddenly increased, and he blocked the sword in front of him.
Yun Guangflash's secret fencing technique: Yun Guangflash.
Yun Guangfeng's fencing is an assassination sword. It focuses on concealment and speed. Its secret skill Yunfeng's force-generating technique makes the speed of sword moves reach its peak.
With a sound of "ding", the long knife and the sharp sword intertwined. It was a simple stalemate but it was broken at the touch. Lu Ming raised his leg and stepped forward with the sword to pursue. He saw Wei Yuan taking strange steps again, his body flashed and he pulled out again. It was extremely uncomfortable for Lu Ming, but his long sword was at the perfect distance.
The long knife in Wei Yuan's hand was attached to his ribs again.
The blood energy that had just been attached to the long knife instantly retracted and returned to the body. This part of blood energy quickly flowed along the meridians in the body, and poured into the long knife again with an earth-shattering momentum.
"Two cuts!"
"Zheng~~"
The sword screams harshly, faster and stronger!
The Thirteen Tribulations Slash is a fierce sword technique in which one strike is faster than the other and each strike is stronger than the last!
The sword is like a thunderbolt, and the person is like a butterfly flying in the bush.
When the light of the sword flashed by, Lu Ming was bent over by the iron bridge. He watched the long sword flash past his chest, abdomen and face, causing a roar.
Before the whistling stopped, Lu Ming's waist and thighs exerted force to drive his body to fly up like a spring. In just a blink of an eye, Lu Ming was already in front of Konoe Yuan.
The point in front of the long sword was as fast as the wind. Wei Yuan had no time to put the sword away and could only turn his head sideways.
Then the violent swordsmanship came out fiercely.
Even if it is only a seventh-level martial arts, it is extremely powerful in Lu Ming's hands.
But this time, Wei Yuan was unable to dodge.
He turned his wrist, and the long sword flew in circles. The light of the sword and the light of the sword intertwined, making a clanging sound and sparks of fire.
The two figures were both hazy and blurry. They moved very fast, flashing and leaping within a few inches, and the swords in their hands turned into afterimages, making it impossible for the others to catch them.
For a moment, there seemed to be a silver flower slowly blooming in this small concierge.
…
Outside the concierge, Li Tongfang slowly narrowed his eyes.
As the Ming lord of Xuanshui City, Li Tong was not proficient in martial arts and followed the imperial examination route as a civil servant.
However, no matter how ignorant they are of martial arts, and no matter how much they despise martial arts barbarians, civil servants have to be familiar with and understand martial arts and warriors.
After all, in this world, individual power can really make a difference.
In Li Tongfang's opinion, official sixth-grade warriors are stronger than wild sixth-grade warriors.
While chatting with Wei Yuan, Li Tongfang also asked about it.
According to Wei Yuan, if they fight, neither Ma Nengwu nor Lu Yao can be his opponent.
Because even among martial arts at the same level, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the official martial arts naturally selects the best among the best. Wild warriors do not have the right to choose, they can only use what they have, and the sixth-grade true skills they practice are generally ordinary.
Specifically speaking, the total blood volume is insufficient, recovery is not fast, and the body is not strong.
Moreover, the sixth-grade real skills are rare, and the sixth-grade fighting skills are not easy to acquire... Most of the sixth-grade wild warriors only have real skills but no fighting skills, but the official warriors are different.
In this way, wild warriors at the same level will definitely be at a disadvantage.
Looking at the endless flashes of swords and swords in front of him, Li Tongfang took a deep breath, but his eyes became cold.
With a wave of his hand, the army soldiers behind him quickly lined up and soon surrounded the concierge.
What if... Lu Ming was no match for Wei Yuan, and was severely injured at the hands of Wei Yuan.
Then don't blame him, Li Tongfang, for being rude.
"Do you really think that the Lord of my city is easy to mess with!?"
…
In just ten seconds, there was a confrontation of hundreds of moves.
Amidst the surge of blood, the blooming sword light subsided in an instant.
"Ding~"
The figures of the two men changed from extremely moving to extremely still. The next second, the swords collided and made an iron sound. Then they pressed against each other, like two magnets stuck together, and then there was a crazy tremor!
Lu Ming and Wei Yuan were violently wrestling with each other, but they both gritted their teeth and held swords in hand, refusing to give in!
The four eyes faced each other, one's gaze was as dark as an abyss, and the other's gaze was as firm as a mountain.
Hot breath spurted out from their mouths, faintly tinged with scarlet.
And in the next second, countless blood splashed out, and dense wounds suddenly appeared on the bodies of Lu Ming and Wei Yuan.
The sudden bloom of blood was like a mist, wrapping the two sixth-grade warriors in it. The clothes of both sides were torn like rags, and the remaining cloth strips were stained and wet with blood, but a closer look revealed that Lu Ming had more wounds. Some.
But it wasn't a serious injury, and it wasn't a vital part.
Whether it is Lu Ming or Wei Yuan, the sword wounds on their bodies only penetrate three-thirds of the flesh. Such injuries are insignificant in front of the physique of a sixth-grade warrior. The muscles can be clamped to stop the bleeding immediately, and the blood will not even affect the combat power. .
But what is more troublesome than flesh wounds is the power of the opponent's blood that pours into the body along with the wounds.
When a sixth-grade warrior fights, every move and every move contains the power of blood and energy. Once the enemy is injured, the power of blood and energy will enter the body.
When blood energy enters the body, it is devastating for low-grade warriors.
For middle-grade warriors, it is also extremely troublesome for blood energy to enter the body.
Because the power of foreign blood energy will interfere with the operation of one's own blood energy.
This not only affects combat effectiveness, but is more like a bomb buried in the body that will detonate without knowing when.
But at this moment, these two people ignored it.
A hint of a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Lu Ming's face.
His thin upper body suddenly swelled.
The muscles all over his body were bulging, and incomparable power surged out!
Wei Yuan's pupils immediately condensed to the size of a pinhead.
Just now during the duel, Wei Yuan discovered something - Lu Ming's physique and even blood strength were only slightly inferior to him!
This means one thing.
The sixth-grade true skill that Lu Ming cultivated was extremely high-grade.
If you include Lu Ming who has entered the sixth level for the first time, he still doesn’t have much time to cultivate and cultivate his body and blood...
What he practiced was not the Blood Evil Star Art at all!
At this moment, Lu Ming suddenly increased his strength and seemed to still have some strength left!
Wei Yuan didn't know that at this moment, the evil demonic form constructed from the meridians in Lu Ming's body had opened its eyes.
It swallowed greedily... what it swallowed was the alien blood power that Wei Yuan had just injected into Lu Ming's body.
Not just swallowing, but as the evil evil phase devoured the alien blood, it actually transformed the alien blood into the blood of the three-phase demon-turning skill, and spat it out!
So Lu Ming seemed to have received external help. Not only was he not threatened by the alien blood, but his strength was even higher!
As Lu Ming increased his strength, the stalemate between swords was immediately broken.
The long sword was about to cut into Wei Yuan's neck when he pressed down. Wei Yuan made a mistake in his steps and used the same weird steps just now, instantly widening the distance!
The long knife is attached to the ribs again, and the blood and energy in the body are flowing.
"three……"
"burst!"
Lu Ming's voice was like thunder!
Then he saw the evil energy flowing in Wei Yuan's eyes, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, the blood in his body was surging, and wisps of purple and black colors quickly covered his face.
Lu Ming can digest Wei Yuan's blood, but Wei Yuan cannot digest the three-phase demon-turning skill's blood...
Not only can't it be digested.
The blood energy of this three-phase demon-turning skill is extremely overbearing, and it even has the effect of letting evil energy enter the body!
"stop!"
Li Tongfang shouted angrily, but Lu Ming ignored it.
He took one step forward and came to Wei Yuan's side, raising his left hand high.
"Collapse of the mountain!"
"Do it!" Li Tongfang directly ordered the soldiers to surround and kill him without saying anything.
"Don't do it!" Wei Yuan, who bit his tongue and came to his senses, issued the completely opposite order.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment when they saw Lu Ming hit Wei Yuan on the shoulder with a mountain collapse!
"Click..."
Wei Yuan's right hand drooped weakly.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wei Yuan fell to the ground softly.
