Wu Ming walked in the battle group, like a humanoid self-propelled artillery, with powerful magic in his hands. In particular, the three seniors who were under special care retreated continuously under Wu Ming's blows.
In desperation, the three of them could only abandon their opponents and all pounced towards Wu Ming.
Three against one, Wu Ming had a slight smile on his face, but did not flinch.
Fighting is not about numbers. Faced with the siege of three senior men, Wu Ming was only wary, not afraid.
"Your name is Dajun?" Wu Ming looked at the young warrior who was obviously in a dominant position among the three.
"Not bad, come on, let me see how strong you are." Da Jun had a bandage on his forehead and was wearing training clothes. He didn't look like he was following the path of an orthodox warrior.
In Wu Ming's understanding, there are many differences between the same warrior routes.
For example, there are warriors who take the martial arts route and specialize in internal strength and moves. There are also those who take the virtual route and become a warrior in some anime worlds like The King of Fighters and One Piece.
The army in front of them seems to be mostly the latter, but they don't know what the opponent's heels are.
"Sliding step, Yusuke's Fist!" Dajun slid forward, reaching the distance of five meters in an instant, and punched Wu Ming in the head.
Wu Ming's body disappeared instantly, and with the help of short-distance phantom migration, he appeared three meters away, tilting his head and looking at the army: "Yusuke's Fist, Yu Yu Hakusho?"
"hey-hey..."
Dajun chuckled and did not answer the question at all. Instead, he placed a heavy point on the ground under his feet and soared into the sky like an eagle.
Generally speaking, actions like jumping into the air rarely occur in martial arts.
First of all, there is no place to rely on after taking off, which is not conducive to dodging and moving. Secondly, after taking off, the bottom plate is unstable, and the chassis is really wide open. If you do not do well, you will be specially targeted.
However, the army's soaring was different. He did not fall when he soared, but quickly kicked towards Wu Ming like a football.
Wu Ming frowned and stepped heavily on the ground. Suddenly, vines rose up and rolled towards the army in the air.
The movement of the army's feet did not change. After encountering the vines, the whole body rotated rapidly, like a rotating drill. Within two or three seconds, it broke through the obstruction of the vines and shoveled towards Wu Ming's head without stopping.
"Strong strike..." Wu Ming quickly flicked his hand, and the power of magic transformed into a sledgehammer, slamming towards the army's legs.
Facing the surging sledgehammer, Jun obviously had more confidence in his legs and had no intention of dodging.
The next second, the sledgehammer formed by magic collided directly with the army's legs.
Along with the violent whirlwind, the magic hammer was kicked away, and the army was forced back.
With his feet on the ground, Dajun felt his right leg was a little weak, as if he had exerted too much force last night.
Wu Ming, who was on the opposite side, looked at the opponent's legs with some surprise, and had to admit that the strength of Da Jun's legs was really more powerful than Bai Liangang's.
Even two iron pillars as thick as the mouth of a bowl, made of hundreds of steel, will be shattered under the blow of the magic hammer.
However, the army used a head-on approach and smashed the magic hammer that was swept away. It was as good as a humanoid tyrannosaurus. It was really hard.
"Hundred-Split Fist!" Da Jun's body tilted forward slightly, and his right fist hit the ground directly.
In an instant, as his fist touched the ground, fist shadows formed by light balls struck Wu Ming from all directions.
Wu Ming snapped his fingers, and several mage shields overlapped each other, blocking them from all directions.
The next moment, the fists of the army were coming, and the sound of collisions was heard like rain hitting a pipa.
"Avada Kedavra!" Wu Ming didn't like to be beaten passively. After seeing the mage shield show its power, he raised his hand and a green light came out.
In the world of Harry Potter, the Avada Kedavra Curse has no solution, and you will die if you are hit by it.
For this famous magic, Da Jun, a veteran of the death penguin group, obviously also knows very well. At that moment, he relied on his speed to retreat continuously, and a white light appeared vaguely in the index finger of his right hand: "Spirit Pill!"
A beam of light shot out from the army's hand and collided with the green Avada Kedavra, causing a stalemate for a moment.
Wu Ming maintained the output of magic power and competed with the army for strength.
By this time, he had been able to confirm that Dajun was following the path of those spiritual warriors in Yu Yu Hakushu. However, he didn’t know how much true skills Dajun had acquired in that world. If it was just like this now, he would have to let
People are disappointed.
Sure enough, as time passed, sweat gradually fell on the army's face.
Wu Ming continued to increase the output of magic power, and in the confrontation little by little, the aura that suppressed the army moved forward, as if the footsteps of death were slowly approaching. I believe that if the army has no other way, it will wait until Avada's Kedavra is cast.
Once the green light hits him, this life will belong to Wu Ming.
One second, two seconds...
As the confrontation continued, the army's face turned from white to green, and panic finally appeared in its eyes.
The next second, feeling that the crisis of death had come, Dajun finally couldn't help but turned around and cursed: "You two are dead! What are you looking at? Please help!"
"Well..."
The two senior people on the side quickly realized what they were watching and attacked Wu Ming at the same time.
Of these two men, one held a long sword that exuded black energy, and the other held a golden short bow.
The one holding the sword chose to engage in close combat with Wu Ming, while the one holding the bow drew the bow and nocked an arrow, and quickly shot out a golden arrow.
Seeing the two men intervening in the fight, Wu Ming knew that he could kill the army first even if he was seriously injured.
However, Wu Ming thought about it and still didn't do that.
After all, although Wu Ming and his hometown team are allies, this alliance may break down at any time. If he is seriously injured at this time, it will not be fun later.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming glanced at the army with regret, cut off the supply of magic power first, and disappeared from the place with teleportation.
The next moment, without the replenishment of magic power, Avada's Kedavra was unable to continue and quickly disappeared into the air.
At the same time, the golden feather arrow shot by the archer also hit the position where Wu Ming was before, accompanied by the sound of explosion and billowing dust and smoke.
In the billowing dust and smoke, the army that had relieved the crisis was breathing heavily with the support of the archers.
On the other side, the veteran holding the dark magic sword saw an opportunity in the fog and rushed in immediately.
The idea of the magic swordsman is very simple. In this kind of smoke and dust, his melee unit has an advantage over the mage.
Come to think of it, as long as you kill the enemy who is caught off guard, even the deputy captain's army may not be able to kill him. Maybe he will be killed by himself today.
The truth is, in the mist, Wu Ming's fingers were wrapped with red light, and his face was full of something that looked like a smile but not a smile.
Ten seconds later, two figures met unexpectedly in the smoke.
Among them, the Demon Swordsman believed that he had found his prey, and Wu Ming also felt that he had waited for the opportunity he wanted.