"Kill!" Faced with Huangfu Qingjue's powerful territorial killing technique, Wei Wuming refused to advance and retreated. He shouted loudly and raised his sword to attack Huangfu Qingjue.
His swordsmanship has no rules at all. It seems to contain endless mysteries, but it is also messy. If it weren't for Ling Chuxi's own knowledge of Tiandao swordsmanship, he would not be able to see the mystery at all. He would probably think that he does not understand martial arts at all.
The kid was waving a long sword around.
However, that slightly childish face was filled with violent bloodthirsty, and even his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, like a wounded beast in the wilderness, forgetting reason, leaving only the pure desire to kill.
It was hard for Ling Chuxi to imagine how a child who was only fourteen or fifteen years old could have such strong murderous intent.
Along with Wei Wuming's wild beast-like roar and chaotic sword movements, a majestic and turbulent energy surged out.
The power of heaven, yes, this is the power of heaven. However, when feeling Wei Wuming's power of heaven, Ling Chuxi felt a little weird. Just like his chaotic sword power, this power of heaven was also mixed.
Impure, although seemingly powerful, is actually incomparable to her power of heaven.
There was a loud "boom", and Wei Wuming's sword, which contained the power of heaven, collided violently with Huangfu Qingjue's territorial killing technique.
Wei Wuming's figure paused for a moment, and then he was violently knocked away. He fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
Ling Chuxi breathed a sigh of relief. She had just seen Wei Wuming's power of heaven. She was still a little worried. Seeing such a result, she was completely relieved. Wei Wuming's power of heaven was mixed and impure, and the power of his sword was also unstable.
Too messy and not a match for Huangfu Qingjue.
"The first sword!" Huangfu Qingjue said calmly as he looked at Wei Wuming who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"How could this happen? It's impossible, absolutely impossible." Tan Dahai opened his mouth with a look of disbelief.
As expected, Huangfu Qingjue was seriously injured or died on the spot with a sword, and the scene where Ling Chuxi was in agony did not appear. Instead, Wei Wuming was knocked to the ground by someone else's sword. Such a result was completely beyond his expectation.
, the confusion and loss can be imagined.
Logically speaking, Wei Wuming shouldn't be a person with a false reputation. You must know that Xu Tianyu is a place that only recognizes fists and ignores logic. It's okay to cheat for a day or two, but as time goes by, the original shape will be revealed. And even if he
If you can win over others, you can also win over these desperate desperadoes from the Wuming Clan who are not afraid of death. If you don't have real skills, how can you possibly win over them?
Tan Dahai looked at the disciples of the Wuming Sect in confusion, but saw that their expressions were as usual, and they seemed not to be surprised at all by the scene in front of them.
Aren't they worried or disappointed at all? Tan Dahai couldn't figure it out.
"Your swordsmanship is very strong, very good, very good." Just when Tan Dahai was puzzled, Wei Wuming slowly stood up, looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a smile on his face.
The corners of his mouth were still stained with blood, and his face was stained with blood spots that had just spurted out, but his smile was so genuine, as if it came from the bottom of his heart, making people feel unusually weird.
"Kill!" Wei Wuming roared again and rushed towards Huangfu Qingjue.
This time, his sword power was even messier than before, but the power of heaven in it was a bit stronger than before.