Chapter 200 My Sword Just Needs Sharpening
Su Ming's eyes were serious, with sword intent flashing in them, and he concentrated on sharpening the sword.
The sharpness kept increasing.
He just sat there sharpening the sword, like a peerless swordsman.
Quietly waiting...
Waiting for the arrival of the damned man.
...
Two hours later.
Su Ming's physical strength, mental strength, and killing intent had all accumulated to the peak.
After sharpening the sword for two hours, the sharpness of the Frost Flame Death Mark Broken Sword in his hand had reached a terrifying level.
It was definitely far beyond ordinary diamond top-grade equipment.
At this moment, the sharp transparent aura flowed on the blade, making Su Ming feel a slight tingling in his fingers.
Suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps came from the front, heavy and swift.
But the person coming was not Zhang Tang and Meng Qingtian, nor anyone from the Zhang family.
I saw a snow-white fluorescent bone marten carrying two girls, rushing from a distance.
The whole body of the glow-bone snow ferret was stained with blood, half of its chest cavity had been shattered and split open by the thunder, and one of its legs was broken. It was running with the only three legs left.
Its intestines were swaying outside, and you could even see its heart exposed and pounding.
But it was still resolute and unyielding, and would rather die than escape with its master.
The girl in white on the snow ferret's back, the beastmaster Hua Ling, had already been seriously injured.
Under Zhang Tang's command, Meng Qingtian never gave her a fatal blow, but tortured her endlessly.
Thunder fell from time to time, blasting her back into a bloody mess.
Hua Ling's legs had been shattered into meat paste.
At this moment, she was no longer able to stand up, lying on the snow ferret's back, bleeding from all seven orifices, looking extremely miserable.
Even so, she held the hand of the little slave beside her tightly, unwilling to let go.
She wanted to...carry out the justice in her heart.
In the blur, she saw a young man leaning against the front and sharpening his sword.
"Could it be that he is also from the Zhang family?" Her eyes finally showed despair.
If someone from the Zhang family blocked her in front, she would have no way to escape.
She could only use her last bit of strength to order the snow ferret to rush through.
She knew that it was probably impossible to get through.
Whoosh!
The wind was whistling.
She brushed past Su Ming.
Her eyes were shocked. The young man did not make any move and just watched her rush through.
Could it be that he is not from the Zhang family?
She turned her head and stared at Su Ming, her heart filled with joy of surviving a disaster.
Su Ming's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at her more.
He came here to do only one thing - kill Zhang Tang.
As for other people, he had no interest in anything.
He would not help her, nor would he kill her.
Because this person had nothing to do with him.
He sat alone on the ground, still sharpening his sword, with a serious look in his eyes.
He let the snow ferret rush past.
Finally, a roar of a storm resounded through the sky, accompanied by a large dark cloud in the distance, pressing down.
The moonlight in the sky became dim, and was covered by a large area of dark clouds.
Meng Qingtian's body was spinning with light wind, flying with Zhang Tang.
The moment the two saw Su Ming, their eyes condensed slightly.
"Hiss... Who is he?"
"The one from the auction house."
Zhang Tang grinned, landed at the same time as Meng Qingtian, and walked slowly.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect to meet you here!"
He raised his hand and clenched it, and the soul hammer emerged and fell into his hand.
He looked at Su Ming, and the murderous intent in his eyes solidified instantly.
"Old Qing, chase that little slave later. With your thunder mark, they can't escape the copy."
"Now, I want to kill him first!" Zhang Tang licked his lips, his eyes full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.
For him, chasing the female beastmaster was just a cat-and-mouse game, so he was not in a hurry to kill.
Seeing her running away in panic for a few more times made him happiest, so he chased her for so long, intoxicated by it, and never killed her completely.
But it was different for this mysterious man in a hood.
Zhang Tang just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible!
A strong killing intent emerged in his gloomy eyes.
Meng Qingtian nodded and immediately notified all the Zhang family masters in this copy that there was no need to look for him anymore, and they gathered together immediately to prepare to surround and kill this person!
Soon, all the Zhang family masters around gathered from all directions.
There were seven of them, all of whom were fourth-turn masters.
They wore uniform clothes with a "Zhang" character on the collar. They could almost walk sideways in this copy and no one dared to provoke them.
Among them, there was a detectorist who had already roughly detected Su Ming's position and direction, so these people had already been entrenched in the surroundings, and naturally rushed over quickly.
"Master!"
"Master."
"Master!" The four-turn masters were erratic and turned into afterimages to rush over.
Then, everyone bowed to Zhang Tang respectfully.
Zhang Tang nodded, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Very good, it's this person."
Everyone followed his gaze and looked at Su Ming.
He was sharpening a broken sword.
"This... a broken sword?!"
"Master, are you sure it's this person?"
People's eyes were cold, but their faces were a little surprised.
What can a broken sword do?
At this moment, the seven fourth-level masters all took out their weapons and slowly approached Su Ming.
They observed Su Ming, trying to see what level of master he was.
But nothing was gained.
"Heh, sharpening a broken sword before the battle, no wonder you dare to provoke Young Master Zhang, I'm afraid there is something wrong with your brain!" Several people surrounded Su Ming and approached slowly.
"Even if this sword was of good quality, it is broken, just like you, you will soon be broken into two pieces." A soldier stepped forward and laughed.
Su Ming had no expression on his face, just glanced at Zhang Tang with his eyes.
After confirming that it was Zhang Tang, the corners of his mouth finally curled up slightly.
"My sword, just sharpen it." He said calmly.
His voice spread all around.
Su Ming's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.
A broken sword, just sharpen it! ?
From beginning to end, Su Ming never looked up at his surroundings.
This courage, this pretentiousness.
Not to mention Zhang Tang, even Meng Qingtian felt a little surprised.
Even if he was a fifth-turn master, he would not dare to continue sharpening his sword in this situation.
With so many fourth-turn masters surrounding him, what kind of agility would be needed to escape unscathed?
"Hmph, playing tricks." A fourth-turn swordsman sneered and stepped forward.
"Holding a broken sword in hand, sharpening it before the battle, it's ridiculous!" A soldier sneered.
"Tell me, how do you want to die!?"
"If you mess with our Young Master Zhang, you will only die." A magician gathered magic power in his palm and was about to attack.
"Do you think you are Kong Ming, playing the piano before the battle, and you can scare us away?"
"It's ridiculous, it's just a broken sword, you will definitely die."
Some people could hardly hold back their murderous intent, drew out their long swords, and slowly approached.
In the dense forest a few hundred meters away, Hua Ling climbed on the ferret with a painful look on her face.
She turned around with the little slave and looked over.
The sight passed through the layers of dense forest and barely saw this scene.
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