The three people from the Shifang Sword Sect swept their eyes over Lu Ming and the others, and finally stopped at Lu Ming.
"Are you Tianyun?"
the leader of the old man asked.
"good!"
Lu Ming said calmly that he wanted to see what kind of medicine the other party was selling.
"Tianyun, you have repeatedly opposed our Shifang Sword Sect and killed our talented Shifang Sword Sect many times. Do you know your guilt?"
The leader of the old man stared at Lu Ming with cold eyes.
"A guilty plea? I killed a few of the same things from your Shifang Sword Sect. I didn't even mention that my hands were dirty, so why are you guilty? What's the crime?"
Lu Ming responded calmly, not taking the other party seriously at all.
"you..."
The leader of the old man's face turned pale for a while, exuding cold murderous intent. After a while, he calmed down, waved his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "Tianyun, there are no eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests. Today, I can give you
A chance to atone for your sins. As long as you lead the Red-Blooded Iron Cavalry, surrender to my Shifang Sword Sect, and make a blood oath to be loyal to my Shifang Sword Sect, I can consider letting you go, and all the crimes you have committed in the past can be wiped out."
After the old man finished speaking, everyone understood what the other person meant.
Now that the Red Blood Legion is powerful and famous in both countries, the Shifang Sword Sect is planning to recruit Lu Ming.
Lu Ming sneered.
"I want you to let it go? What kind of onion are you? You are an old and immortal thing. You really think you are a big shot. Now, have you finished talking nonsense? After you finish talking, you can go and die."
Lu Ming glanced at the other party and lost his patience.
"Little beast, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. Then I will kill you today. After killing you, the Red Blood Legion will still belong to my Shifang Sword Sect. Die!"
The old man's face completely fell, he shouted angrily and slashed out with his sword.
This sword fully revealed the old man's eighth-level martial arts strength. It had the power to cut mountains and cut rivers, which was astonishing.
"No, be careful!"
Mingmeng yelled.
"Master!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Master Hou!"
Qiuyue, Xie Nianqing, Hua Ying and others were all shocked.
No matter how strong Lu Ming is, he cannot be the opponent of the eighth level peak martial artist of the Martial Sect.
But Lu Ming was riding on the Red Blood Scale Wolf King, motionless.
"Die!"
The old man showed a ferocious look, his sword light became even brighter, and he quickly slashed towards Lu Ming's head.
Seeing that he was about to kill Lu Ming on the head, the old man was very happy.
I screamed in my heart, what kind of peerless genius is he who has not grown up? He is not going to die in my hands.
But as soon as he finished this thought, he saw a slap coming out from beside Lu Ming.
bump!
With this slap, the sword light that slapped him looked like it was made of tofu and shattered into pieces in an instant.
The old man stood there stunned.
Mingmeng, Qiuyue and others were also stunned there.
"A fly is squawking here, it's so annoying."
Yan Quan appeared next to Lu Ming and said calmly.
That slap just now was of course delivered by Yanquan.
"You...who are you? I am the elder of the Shifang Sword Sect. How dare you..."
The old man from the Shifang Sword Sect was stunned for a while and then shouted.
But before he finished shouting, Yanquan slapped him again.
Snapped!
No one could see clearly how this slap was thrown. It was too fast. Their eyes blurred before they heard a crisp slap.
Then I saw the old man of the Shifang Sword Sect scream and fly out. His head was like a watermelon in the air. It exploded with a bang, and red and white things flew everywhere.
"This this..."
Mingmeng and the others almost bit their tongues, and their eyes almost popped out.
A strong man at the eighth level of the Martial Sect, he is almost the top master in the Lie Sun Empire. In the five major sects, he is definitely a high-level existence, with a higher status than the average golden-robed elder.
The average golden-robed elder is only at the seventh level of Wuzong.
A strong man at the eighth level of the martial arts was actually slapped to death.
This is also amazing.
The old man next to Lu Ming is actually such a terrifying and powerful man?
Before, when Mingmeng and the others saw Yanquan, they just assumed that he was an ordinary martial arts master. They never expected that he would be so terrifying.
Immediately, they looked at Lu Ming with even more awe. Lu Ming could actually let such a person follow him. How did he do it?
The remaining two big men of the Shifang Sword Sect were almost frightened out of their wits. At this time, they roared, turned around and ran away.
"You want to escape in front of me, how is that possible?"
Yan Quan smiled coldly and punched out.
Boom! Boom!
Two punches shot out with explosive force.
Two big men who were at the peak of the seventh level of Wuzong were directly overwhelmed by the fist power. When the fist power disappeared, not even the scum of the two big men was left.
He easily defeated two masters at the seventh level of martial arts, once again shocking and dumbfounding.
The only exception was Lu Ming.
"Waste, waste!"
Lu Ming was heartbroken to death.
With Yan Quan's punch, even the essence and blood were burned away. How could Lu Ming not feel heartbroken? These are two strong men at the seventh level of the Martial Sect.
The movement here naturally caused shock to the Ghost Iron Army several miles away.
"No, Tianyun has taken action, kill them all!"
Among the Ghost Iron Legion, there were of course the masters of the Shifang Sword Sect. At this time, they roared and led the army to charge towards Lu Ming and the others.
"Charge, defeat them!"
Lu Ming drank coldly.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!...
The red-blooded wolf howled wildly, its roar shaking the sky, and rushed towards the Ghost Iron Legion.
The momentum is so strong that it is earth-shattering.
"No, the mount is frightened."
"Come on, you beast, hurry up!"
Thirty thousand red-blood scale wolves roared, frightening the mounts of the Ghost Iron Legion, causing their formation to become unstable.
At this moment, the red-blooded wolf had already rushed in.
boom!
The two legions collided heavily.
At this moment, the judgment was made.
The Ghost Iron Legion is like a piece of paper, and the Scarlet-Blooded Iron Cavalry is like a knife. As soon as it comes into contact, the Ghost Iron Legion is torn open and a hole is opened, and this hole is rapidly expanding.
"Hold on, hold on, you trash!"
A master from the Shifang Sword Sect shouted.
"What's it called?"
At this moment, Yanquan's figure appeared next to him.
"Ah! Help..."
Just as he was about to scream, Yan Quan cut off his head with a wave of his hand.
Yan Quan leaped among the thousands of troops and killed the martial arts master. No one could stop him.
Only the half-step king can stop the half-step king. Fighting among thousands of armies is simply cheating.
Because the difference is so big, it can no longer be solved by just the number of people.
Unless there is a battle formation like the Mohist family, with dozens of powerful martial artists, they can compete.
Roar!
Above Lu Ming's head, the Nine Dragons bloodline was suspended. With a roar, the terrifying devouring power erupted, and immediately the bloodline power and blood essence of hundreds of Ghost Iron Legion sergeants were forcefully swallowed out.
Wherever Lu Ming passed, there were corpses left behind.
This was a one-sided battle, and the Ghost Iron Legion could not stop the Red Blood Legion at all.
The shouts of killing shook the sky, corpses littered the fields, and blood filled the air.