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Wuming roared angrily, turned over, drew the rough bow in his hand, and shot three arrows in succession.
But he grew up in the underground world. In that world, there were not so many lush mountains and forests on the ground.
He is not used to fighting in the mountain forest at all, even though he has experienced countless fights since he was a child. This mountain forest is not the luminous vegetation forest in the underground world that he is familiar with. The vegetation in the underground world is sparse, while the vegetation in the surface world is.
Too dense.
The three arrows he shot were all stuck in the thick tree trunks, or were absorbed by the layers of vines. The arrows were swallowed up by the deep forest without even seeing the shadow of Yin Xuege.
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The arrow shot towards his neck, but he turned his head to avoid it.
The arrow was shot at his waist, but when he twisted his waist, the arrow slid past his soft ribs, leaving a blood mark on the soft ribs.
Wuming didn't even notice the arrow that hit his ankle.
In the underground world, the principle of fighting for one's life is to attack the opponent's fatal vital points as much as possible. No one will waste energy by attacking the opponent's unimportant parts. The heart, neck, important internal organs and spine are the focus of the attack.
Only the creatures in the ground world know that attacks on some seemingly inconspicuous parts will have terrible effects under certain circumstances.
The arrow accurately hit Wuming's ankle bone, and Wuming looked down in panic.
The well-made rune arrows burst out with powerful lethality, and a piece of jade-colored glaze shone on Wuming's ankle bones. The arrows easily pierced his skin and muscles, but stopped on the jade-colored translucent ankle bones.
Down.
A pattern on the arrow lit up, and the surrounding fire-attributed heaven and earth energy surged in.
There was a loud noise, the arrow exploded, and Wuming screamed in pain. The flesh and blood near his ankle was blown away, and a full foot of muscle was blown up. The strength of the indestructible pure glazed body was once again revealed, and his ankle
There was only a large area of black on the bone, but there were no cracks at all.
But with such a severe injury, even if the bones were not damaged, Wuming's running speed still slowed down.
Originally he could jump more than ten feet in one bound. Now he can jump up to two or three feet in one step.
"Damn it, you bastards!"
Wuming roared in pain, and he shot out all the long arrows in his waist in one breath.
The arrows shot through the air. The muffled sound of "dong dong" was heard endlessly. The huge trees all around shook violently. Every arrow hitting the trunk was like a battering ram hitting the trunk.
There were only about twenty arrows in a pot, and Wuming didn't have any stored magic weapons on his body. With his shooting skills, a pot of arrows could be wiped clean in just one breath.
Putting aside the strong bow in his hand, Wuming covered the golden alms bowl on his chest with both hands, spread his legs and staggered forward at full speed.
His ankle bone was completely black, and there was still blood slipping down at first, but the Immortal Purity Glazed Body is the secret body-refining skill of Buddhism after all. His injured muscles and blood vessels sealed the wound on their own, and after a while there was no more blood slipping down.
Thin jade-colored flesh strands spread out from the damaged wound and quickly covered it.
Wuming's belly roared like thunder, and his body was rapidly consuming stored nutrients and energy, rapidly growing new muscles, blood vessels, and nerves.
Give him enough time and he might be able to recover.
With a loud roar, Yin Xuege flew out of the mountain forest.
The direction in which the nameless arrow was fired angrily just now was clearly completely opposite to the direction in which Yin Xuege threw it, not in the same direction at all.
In the mountain forest, Wuming was completely at a disadvantage. Yin Xuege ran silently, and his movements were extremely light. Wuming could only judge where Yin Xuege was based on the direction of the arrow, but when he shot the arrow, Yin Xuege
The song has long since gone in other directions.
Taking advantage of Wuming's staggering running, Yin Xuege, who had also run out of arrows, flew out, swung his hands, and fired a dozen heavy flying knives through the air.
"You are no match for me, get out of here!"
The flying knives shot through the air, causing a harsh whistle. However, Wuming accurately judged Yin Xuege's strength from Yin Xuege's action of throwing the flying knives.
Yin Xuege's physical power is at most comparable to Wuming's 10%.
Wuming had an overwhelming advantage in strength when facing Yin Xuege. Looking at the flying knives, Yin Xuege threw the flying knives with absolute strength. Although the power of the flying knives was greater than that of arrows, the speed of the flying knives was as fast as thunder.
The arrows fired from the bow were more than twice as slow.
Shooting with both hands, Wuming accurately grasped the trajectory of the flying knife.
There was a loud 'Pengpeng' sound, and more than a dozen flying knives were knocked away by the nameless fleshy palm. The heavy flying knives whirled around and quickly disappeared into the mountain forest, cutting off countless branches and leaves.
There are a lot of mountain vines and vegetation.
But Yin Xuege roared loudly, and Wuming really only noticed his flying knife.
The ten fingers of his hands were pointed out quickly, and the poisonous gases of wolfsbane vine and curare wood absorbed in the body condensed into flying winds invisible to the naked eye. Every flying knife he threw was attached to a wind of poisonous wind fingers.
Wuming's body shook, and all the finger winds hit his body. The gentle finger wind seeped into the sand like mercury, and submerged lightly into Wuming's body. In the head-on confrontation with many disciples of the Lu Sect, Wuming's body also suffered extreme damage.
He suffered heavy injuries, and now his indestructible pure glazed body can no longer stop the spread of poisonous gas.
Wuming's body trembled, and his face suddenly turned blue and purple. He trembled slightly, and his body suddenly stagnated.
Yin Xuege rushed to Wuming's side with a gloomy face. He felt a terrible pressure faintly coming from high in the sky, covering the entire mountain forest. This was definitely some terrifying existence from the Lu Sect, using some unknown force.
Famous means to monitor the movements of this mountain forest.
He can only fight for his life against Wuming, he must fight for his life against Wuming.
Yin Feng Palm unfolded, and Luan Feng Bu led his body to light and flicker like a ghost. Wuming, who was standing on the spot, was immediately slapped dozens of times by Yin Xue Ge.
There was a dull sound like thunder, and Yin Xuege suddenly screamed strangely. His figure swayed backwards and continued to retreat.
His palm force hit Wuming's body, just like a flesh palm hitting a steel ingot. Although he was severely injured, Wuming's body was still extremely strong. Yin Xuege's attack fell on him like a wave hitting a rock.
Yin Xuuge's palms quickly became red and swollen, and then turned a strange purple color. The skin was swollen and slightly translucent.
Wuming stood there, his animal skin clothes were smashed to pieces by Yin Xuege. He held the golden alms bowl with one hand and glared at Yin Xuege with his eyes.
"People on the ground. You can't be my opponent. Even if I stand here, you can't..."
Wuming's words came to an abrupt end. Yin Xuuge moved the five fingers of his left hand continuously, and dozens of fingers were like lightning, accurately hitting his body.
The handleless short knife brought out a stream of cyan light, like a comet trail passing over the surface of the setting sun in the sky. The short knife cut into Wuming's chest and came out from behind him.
"My fleshy palm can't break your body, so what about my magic weapon?"
Yin Xuege laughed loudly. The short knife passed through Wuming's body and brought up a blood arrow several feet long.
Blood sprayed out, and Wuming groaned miserably and fell backwards. Although the Indestructible Pure Glazed Body was very powerful, but in the face of the full blow of the middle-grade magic weapon, his body exerted a strong defense, but after being severely injured,
His body could no longer withstand the attack of the magic weapon.
"You are already dead."
Yin Xuege laughed. He recalled the short knife with his backhand, rushed forward, and grabbed the golden alms bowl tightly held in Wuming's hand.
Wuming's hand shrank, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Yin Xuege originally wanted to grab the golden alms bowl, but Wuming's hand shrank and he fell to the ground, so he could only grab a lotus flower and pull it off. The nine lotus seeds in the lotus flower were lightly
Shake it gently, and a refreshing fragrance hits your face.
On the stems of the lotus, a few bits of clear water blended into Yin Xuege's body, and a cool breath traveled throughout his body. Yin Xuege felt a burst of pleasure throughout his body. The Buddhist treasure indeed possesses extraordinary power.
"This is my opportunity. If you take it away, you will be my enemy."
Feeling the immense power of the unparalleled, pure and unusual plant attributes contained in the lotus flower, Yin Xuege's eyes widened, with faint bloodshot eyes.
Born in the world of Yuanlu, every step is startled and cautious, always on guard, as there may be a disaster of destruction at any time.
Yin Xuege urgently needs a genius with plant attributes to lay the foundation for himself to build a strong foundation and lay the foundation for his future development.
Wuming is very innocent, and he is the inheritor of Buddhism. In a sense, he and Yin Xuege are even natural allies.
However, even if they were natural allies, they would not tolerate it if Yin Xuege was robbed of his opportunity.
"Remember my name, I'm Yin Xuege!"
The short knife came out again, and the green stream of light quickly struck Wuming's neck.
Originally, he could chop Wuming's neck with the sword and kill Wuming completely. But Yin Xuuge's heart softened at that time, and instead of killing Wuming, he just stabbed his chest with a short knife, and the sword flashed.
, and also avoided his heart vitality in the chest.
But this time, Yin Xuuge didn't hold anything back.
In order to purify the lotus, it is inevitable to sacrifice Wuming.
High in the sky, a deep, powerful voice containing infinite majesty suddenly sounded.
"Boy, dodge to the right."
Yin Xuuge jumped to the right without thinking, and with a loud clang, a jade-colored horn flew away Yin Xuuge's short knife, and at the same time, a powerful hoof kicked him hard on the shoulder.
The power of this hoof was extremely heavy, and Yin Xuege clearly heard the loud "click" sound coming from his shoulder.
He groaned, and his huge body was kicked dozens of feet away. Spurting blood, he was kicked and flew into the forest behind him.
"Why should I save this fierce boy?"
"Well, he is a descendant of Buddhism. He is a descendant of those bald men."
"As for me, who gave me the bloodline of Tingting? And Tingting cannot leave the Buddhist bald man."
"A qualified listener must always have a bald man standing next to him."
The Jade Horn Di Ting Beast ran out of the forest like a stroke. He bit Wuming's belt, threw him on his back, and then quickly escaped into the forest.
High in the sky, a bright light flashed past. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!