Everyone in the Tiandao Society was still in disbelief at the scene before them, but only one of them smiled heartily.
"Hahahaha!! Little baby! You are very good! Very good! I lost this battle! I will never attack you again! You can take care of yourself!" Zhen Wudi smiled boldly, as if he didn't care about losing his hands.
Generally, other people are like this too.
However, Wuming immediately understood why these people from the Tiandao Society were so indifferent to his injuries: Thirteen shadows descended from the sky and landed in front of the thirteen people. They were thirteen humanoid ghosts. These ghosts
Each took off his own arms and attached them to the thirteen people's bodies. After a while, everyone was able to control their hands freely. It was obviously not the first time they had done this.
"I don't know if cutting off both arms is your mercy...but it won't affect the outcome of my killing you...Little boy, you have aroused my desire to kill!" One of the four dangerous swordsmen said.
The man with the knife lying horizontally on his waist looked at Wuming and licked his tongue excitedly, with an expression as happy as someone who accidentally licked a poisonous blade.
"It's not his kindness to only cut off his hands, but it's because he couldn't lock the target with his eyes at that moment. Therefore, he locked the attack position based on the momentum of the knives in our hands." Qian Qiuchen smiled.
, told the truth.
Wuming's body is exhausted. The Qiu Shui Jinghong move just now will make him have to wait for the law of the sword to return to his body for a period of time, and this period of time will be the most dangerous period of escape for him!
"Boy, leave your name behind. Zhan Feng will not kill unknown people." Zhan Feng pressed the handle of the knife, trying to escape, already exuding a hint of danger that was far beyond Zhen Wudi.
"I'd better not say anything..." Wuming responded helplessly. At this time, he could only deal with it with moves. If he fought with Zhan Feng, he didn't know how many rounds he could last.
"I call Zhanfeng, and the name of the sword is Zhanfeng. I am the sword, and the sword is my life! Pay attention!" Zhanfeng drew out his long sword, and the blade's cold light suddenly appeared, as if it was about to devour a person's soul.
"The man is nameless, the sword is nameless; my name is talent, my sword is God-given - please attack." Although Wuming is weak, he has not lost his fighting spirit. At this time, the sword edge is tilted, waiting for Zhanfeng to strike at any time.
"Your name is Wuming? How is this possible? You must be lying to me! Your real name must be Wuhui, Wujian, Wuming, Lawless, Wuming, in short, nothing is good, but it cannot be Wuming!! You
If you call him Wu Ming, then I am going to kill the unknown people. Baby, change your name quickly! After changing your name, let me kill you!!" Zhan Feng was confused for a moment. He said he would not kill the unknown people.
Even if his name is Wuming, he is still among them. If he kills Wuming at this time, he will be breaking his promise.
"You are born nameless, and you die nameless..." Wuming pressed his left hand on the ground, and held a sword in his right hand. Three of the swordsmen watching the battle noticed his move. Just when they were suspicious, Wuming rushed out with a bang.
, so fast that people can’t see his figure clearly!
"It's an invincible sword move!" When everyone was surprised, Wuming was close to Zhanfeng's body and struck his right hand with a sword. The latter had no time to react. When he noticed it, the Fengzhan sword on his waist had already fallen into the air.
In unknown hands!
When Wuming pulled out the wind-cutting sword, he discovered that it was actually a Tang sword.
Just when everyone was surprised by Wuming's moves, Wuming held a sword and made another shocking move——
"The strong wind is invincible -" Wuming moved his sword forward and backward, stepped forward with both feet, and then transformed into a wheel of swords, rolling towards the cutting wind. This was exactly the move Xu Hao used in the forest.
Zhan Feng was in shock at this time. Facing the unknown move, he stretched out his hands to block, but was cut into pieces by the sword.
"The end of Tianyang——!" Wuming didn't wait for Zhanfeng to react, and then used Xu Hao's move. The swords were juxtaposed and slashed out at the same time. In an instant, the sword force and sword intention merged, and a golden sun fell directly on Zhanfeng.
The heart of the wind!
After three consecutive moves, Wuming quickly retreated, looking for the best position to bring everyone present into view, waiting for the next situation...
Zhan Feng, who was hit by three moves in a row, was seriously injured, but it was not fatal. After all, Wuming's swordsmanship had not fully recovered, and the moves could only exert about 60% of their power. Naturally, it was difficult to kill the "second sword of the Heavenly Sword Society".
"Zhanfeng.
"Little baby... you... really make me happy!!!" Zhan Feng's figure flashed, and he circled around the double-sword wielder, and took out a tachi. In his hands, blood gushed out from the wounds on his body.
Blood flowed down his hand and onto the blade.
"Lu Li, lend me this sword first, and I will return it to you later!" Zhan Feng said, cutting first and then explaining, but there was not much sincerity in his words.
"Forget it, I'm not interested in a dirty knife." Lu Li covered his nose and said. In his senses, blood is a smelly thing, which he cannot tolerate. In addition, he is born with mysophobia.
, and is even more unwilling to continue collecting knives that have been used by others, just because what he loves most in his life is knives.
"Little boy, let's continue! It seems like you have learned invincible sword skills in the battle just now... This makes me very interested... My sword skills have four moves, and no one in the Tianjian Society has ever seen them.
Pass my fourth move... Today, you will be the witness!" Zhan Feng looked excited. He held the knife in his left hand and held the back of the knife in his right hand. The blade trembled inexplicably, emitting a harsh and sharp sound wave.
“Buzz~~~~~”
Wuming gave a slight doubt, and then returned the wooden sword into the scabbard, only to see him standing the wooden sword beside him, then holding the sword in his right hand, and holding the back of the knife with the palm of his left hand upward, as if he was in the same posture as Zhan Feng - Wuming was here
When he saw Zhan Feng's posture, the thought "I can do it too" suddenly appeared in his mind. Therefore, he stared closely at Zhan Feng's posture, and gained insight into the movements on Zhan Feng's body and the sword, and then added his own understanding to it.
Reappearance of oneself.
“Buzz————!”
Sound waves appear at the same time! Wuming actually reproduces Zhanfeng's sword moves!
"How is this possible?" Several swordsmen on the side were all stunned.
Zhan Feng, who was in the middle of the battle, was also surprised: he knew that this move, Time Wu Wu, uses extremely subtle knife movements to cause the blade to vibrate and then generate sound waves. In the battle situation, he must ensure the vibration frequency on the knife while also maintaining the vibration frequency on the other side.
To attack with all strength, the blessing of sound waves will cause devastating damage to the enemy's weapons, but such dual conditions are extremely difficult for anyone in the Tiandao Society. It will take at least three or four years to achieve a small victory.
Achievement.
However, Wu Ming unexpectedly learned the lesson directly through on-site observation, which made Zhan Feng feel a little frustrated.
"Impossible! How can a kid learn this move from me? Even if he can emit sound waves, he will never be able to fully release this move! It is even less possible for him to defeat me with the same move!" Zhan Feng was determined.
, then he restrained his madness and wanted to use this trick to its extreme——
"Times are ruthless!!!" Zhan Feng took out his sword. In an instant, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, the world became gloomy, and a crazy thought that wanted to destroy everything filled the space.
"The years are ruthless -" Wuming made a move. At this moment, the wind and snow are still there, the sky and the earth are still the same. A heart that cares about the common people has already given up its own life, just hoping that at the last moment of life, it can contribute to this world shrouded in despair and darkness.
The last glimmer of light, hope, and no regrets in this life...
Destruction and salvation, the same moves, different artistic conceptions, the intersection of the two swords, the burst of sound waves - the sword cuts and hurts!
The sword in Zhanfeng's hand was broken from the point where the two swords collided, and Wuming was injured by Zhanfeng's strong sword force. Immediately, his body flew back. Judging from the bleeding appearance of its seven holes, it was Zhanfeng's move.
To.
The Wind-Destroying Tang Sword fell off Wuming's hand, and Wuming just rolled back to the position where the wooden sword stood after landing.
Although this blow did not kill Wuming, it seriously injured him and lost all five senses. He felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss and was completely isolated from the outside world——
"Wu Ming, I remember your name... Even though your senses have been disabled by the knife attack at this time... But I still want to say: I admire your courage and talent! And... I swear no one can kill you.
You! Even you can't do it!" Zhan Feng stepped forward, took back the Zhan Feng Tang Sword, and looked at Qian Qiuchen at the same time.
"All five senses are lost... Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you have lost the threat... Okay, I will..." Just when Qian Qiuchen was about to let Wuming live, the unyielding figure who fell to the ground used his hands to support himself.
On the ground, he knelt down from the ground at an extremely slow speed, and finally stood up holding the wooden sword...
"I...can't...can't fall...down..." Wuming murmured to himself, but the tiny voice was so loud and shocking in the quiet snow -
What kind of courage does a person need to stand on the edge of death without endangering himself? What kind of sense of responsibility does a person need to trample his life to such a degree?
Wuming drew out the wooden sword, but all he could see was endless darkness, and all he could hear was deathly silence...
"boom--!!!"
At this moment, there was a thunderous thunder in the sky, but this sound seemed to be separated from Wuming by an immeasurable distance, and it could not reach his ears.
"Dip, drip-wow-"
A drizzle fell, and the cold raindrops hit Wuming's face, but he couldn't feel any temperature or touch. He just felt confused and didn't know which direction to go.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and finally covered Qian Qiuchen's ice and snow. At the same time, the true form of the sun appeared on the horizon, and the hottest light shone on the earth, disappearing the snow that brought disaster into mercy...
The snow inside and outside the royal city quickly receded in the sun and rain, and the residents were rescued. They all worshiped and praised God for his mercy.
…
Is this rain the sky crying?
What are you crying for again?
The world doesn't know, and neither does God. Only the people who praise Heaven's achievements are left crying with joy, cooling their ardent heart to save the world - God's kindness saves the world, but it cannot save many nameless people in the world.
…
Wuming smiled so brightly that even the sun in the sky was willing to give in.
Wuming didn't know why, but a feeling of relief passed into his sixth sense, which seemed to tell him: the person you protect has been saved.
Finally, the figure holding the sword fell backward, and passed away with regret that he could not complete the prophecy...
The little swordsman died on the spot, and the ebony sword trembled suddenly, and then broke - the edge of the wooden sword was not inferior to any magic weapon in the world, but it died for the Lord at this moment.
Among the twelve members of the Heavenly Sword Society, the eleven except for Qian Qiuchen were all shocked and sad. Compared with Wuming, those who surrendered to the White Walkers were truly ashamed.
"bass--"
At this time, Qian Qiuchen held the Shengsheng knife and wanted to go forward and destroy the unknown body to avoid future troubles, but unexpectedly——
"Clang!!" The Zhanfeng Sword slashed out, Zhanfeng stood in front of Wuming, like an unshakable mountain.
"The dead are the most important thing. Anyone who wants to destroy Wuming's corpse will not be allowed by me!" Zhan Feng glared angrily. If Wuming died, he should take full responsibility for it. Although nothing could be saved at this time, at least Wuming's body should be left behind.
Whole corpse.
"Oh? Do you know what you are doing now? The consequences of disobeying me..." Qian Qiuchen sneered, as if he had the leverage to cut the wind.
At this moment, Lu Li, Zhen Wudi and other ten people came to side with Zhan Feng and made their position clear.
Qian Qiuchen frowned. This situation was not what he wanted to see. When he looked at Wuming's body, he saw that there was no life left. This was a sign of death. Although he wanted to handle it more perfectly, he could not deal with this situation.
The other eleven people went in the opposite direction and had no choice but to give up, snorted angrily and left...
Zhan Feng and others surrounded Wu Ming, but they were all speechless.
After a long time, Xu Hao, one of the ten people, suddenly said: "Can Wu Ming save him?"
The remaining nine people suddenly looked up at Xu Hao, with renewed hope in their hearts!
