Of course, Lu Mingjun didn't know about these thoughts of his, and he had no time to take them into consideration, because this sword indeed put a lot of pressure on him.
Just as Ling Aotian expected, the superposition of sword cultivation and the realm of the Martial God really played the role of one plus one being greater than two.
Lu Mingjun's face was extremely solemn, because he had no room to escape and could only fight hard.
However, Young Master Lu was also very brave and skilled. After seeing the sword stabbing him, he gathered the cold energy in his palm and directly grabbed the blade of the long sword with his right hand.
Lu Mingjun's reaction was beyond Ling Zhen's expectation.
However, after seeing this, the corners of the old guy's mouth raised. Even if the boy named Lu had some skills, considering his own strength, it shouldn't be a problem to cut off his entire palm.
If Lu Mingjun throws away his right palm, his strength will be greatly reduced, and it will be easy to deal with him by himself.
"I want to see how your fleshy palms can stop my sword!"
After he finished speaking, the speed of the sword in the air seemed to become faster, and it sliced directly towards Lu Mingjun's right palm.
"Is this kid named Lu crazy? He actually dared to catch this sword with his palm. It's really too much!"
"I feel that things are not as simple as we see. Lu Mingjun seems to have no choice, so he has to do this, otherwise the best way is to dodge."
"Perhaps this is the terrifying thing about sword cultivators. He is not given any chance to dodge at all. He is forced to use this move to meet Master Ling's sword!"
...
Everyone finally figured out the secret, so they began to speculate one after another. However, their guesses were relatively close to the actual situation. Lu Mingjun really had no good solution.
But this doesn't mean anything. Young Master Lu also has absolute confidence in his own cultivation.
Although Ling Zhen's sword was very terrifying, he felt that he could take it.
If it were for the injury caused by this sword, then Lu Mingjun would not blame anyone but himself, he could only blame himself for his poor academic skills.
As he said, if someone can defeat him, then this life is his.
"Clang!"
Just when everyone thought that Lu Mingjun was about to be defeated, Mr. Lu's right hand pinched the blade of the long sword, making a roar of metal collision.
His palm was not cut off as expected, but he also caught the sword. Everyone was shocked by this scene, including Ling Zhen who was wielding the sword.
Lu Mingjun was more powerful than he imagined. He originally thought that this sword could severely damage the boy named Lu, but now it seems that such a situation has not happened at all.
However, one thing was quite gratifying to him, that is, the power of his space worked on Lu Mingjun, and he had nowhere to hide. In this way, Ling Zhen's heart was at ease.
Then he flicked his wrist, trying to shake Lu Mingjun's hand off the sword, but Young Master Lu couldn't make him do so...