Chapter 243: Seven swords stop the war, the pressure is immense!

Bu Jue was going to end her own life!

The blue curse-blade in her palm shimmered with a faint light as it moved toward her heart.

The Lizardmen and the Dwarf race, watching this scene, were all extremely shocked!

"She actually still has mental energy left, not good!"

"This woman is going to kill herself!"

The two sides were locked in a struggle and were powerless to stop her; it was too late.

"Damn it, such a good woman, and she's going to be wasted!"

The old Dwarves spat, their faces full of heartache.

But it wasn't heartache for her death; they were just pained at losing a top-tier slave.

Clang!!

The next instant, an incredibly domineering longsword flew in with a slash.

This sword... perhaps it couldn't be called a sword.

It was a sword tip flowing with flames.

It was fast to the extreme.

In an instant, it slashed the curse-blade in her palm into fragments.

She was also shaken by this terrifying sword Qi, suffering internal injuries and spitting out a large mouthful of blood, but she had survived nonetheless.

She looked around in shock and fear.

Her remaining mental energy was exhausted.

If she lived, she would suffer endless torture for the rest of her life!

In the Lizardmen's breeding nest, all women had their limbs severed and were tied to tree stumps.

The Dwarf race, too, would not be gentle.

She looked around in despair, searching for who had been so cruel to her.

In her eyes, a trace of sorrow even emerged.

A young man appeared, turning into a black afterimage, stepping lightly.

In just an instant, he landed in the center of the field.

His speed was fast to the extreme.

The chaotic wind, mixed with ice and snow, whipped against his tattered cloak.

The youth's messy hair flew and fluttered in disorder.

His back was thin and mysterious, yet he possessed a powerful oppressive force!

The man raised his hand and gripped.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

Seven longswords flew out, suspended in the air in a complex formation.

They intercepted all the offensives from the Dwarf race and the Lizard race.

Originally there were six swords, but don't forget, the Long Xiang broken sword could split into two!

Therefore, there were seven swords.

The 30-fold sword technique power bonus from the Origin Sword Body was terrifying.

Even though Su Ming's sword-controlling power was divided into several streams and weakened quite a bit, it could still steadily intercept all attacks.

There were four Lizardmen and three Dwarves present.

All of them had sword blades pressed tightly against their heads, unable to move.

All the commotion and momentum of their skills were extinguished completely!

The battlefield, which had been on the verge of war, suddenly fell silent.

For a moment, everyone looked at Su Ming in shock.

"Who goes there!?"

Several people asked.

To neutralize the skills of so many third-turn experts in an instant—this person's strength was simply terrifying.

"Fourth-turn Sword Master, Slaughter Su Ming."

Su Ming's voice was flat and cold.

He stated his name, his voice confident and indifferent.

As if he held nothing in his eyes.

And rightly so; in his previous life, he had relied on his own strength to reach the eighth turn.

Without extraordinary character and courage, how could he have achieved that?

Therefore, with Su Ming's aura, no one dared to doubt his disguise as a fourth-turn.

"Hiss... hissssss..." ===== CHAPTER 245 =====