Tang Wuming panted heavily, he identified the direction and walked forward.
The place he passed by was exactly where Chen Feng and Uncle Dao were hiding. Just as he walked under the sand dunes, a look of determination flashed in Chen Feng and Uncle Dao's eyes, and they nodded to each other.
Just when Tang Wuming staggered past a giant desert poplar, suddenly, the giant desert poplar exploded.
Then, two figures came out of it frantically.
The black iron giant sword in Uncle Dao's hand slashed down crazily. Tang Wuming had no defense at all, but his speed was extremely fast and his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately avoided the vital head, and the knife struck fiercely.
Hit him in the shoulder.
Tang Wuming let out a shrill scream, but in an instant, the muscles on his shoulders squirmed, and he clamped the knife directly inside, preventing it from getting an inch.
Then, he punched the foundation with an extremely fierce punch, directly smashing the black iron giant sword into pieces with a bang, and then hit Uncle Dao again.
Uncle Dao punched out with both fists and received a hard punch. He was immediately beaten with a muffled groan and blood spilled out.
A face-to-face encounter revealed that he was slightly injured.
At the same time, Chen Feng shouted loudly, and stabbed forward with a piece of dead Populus euphratica wood in his hand.
The Seventh Sword of the Eight Desolations and Nirvana Slash!
Although this move of his was made with dead wood, it was enough to kill the peak Eight-Star Martial King.
Tang Wuming never expected that there would be another opponent, who was directly stabbed in the back by Chen Feng's blow.
With a bang, a bloody hole the size of a washbasin was blown out of his back, and the bones inside could be clearly seen.
At the same time, all the blood in his body almost boiled and burned in an instant, and countless blood evaporated directly.
Tang Wuming was shocked, feeling that his body was extremely hot, his blood seemed to be burning, his internal organs were burning, and his whole body was almost burned to death.
When he opened his mouth, there seemed to be flames coming out of his mouth!
He quickly mobilized all his strength and suppressed it with all his strength. However, he also lost a lot of blood and was more seriously injured than the one just now!
However, he had the powerful strength of the Nine-Star Martial King after all, so he was not seriously injured and was on the verge of death. He turned around and punched Chen Feng's body.
Chen Feng screamed and was knocked several hundred meters away.
He felt like every bone in his body was broken, he was vomiting blood crazily, and his body seemed to no longer belong to him.
Chen Feng was seriously injured, but he also received a punch. Uncle Dao was only slightly injured.
At the moment when Chen Feng was seriously injured, he suddenly realized: "My body is so fragile! My defense is so poor!"
"I can attack well now, but my defense is really bad."
This painful pain made him extremely desperate to possess a powerful defensive martial skill!
Chen Feng struggled to stand up. He and Uncle Dao looked at each other and saw a look of horror in each other's eyes. Tang Wuming had been seriously injured and his strength was much worse than at his peak. But even so,
Neither of them killed him in a sneak attack!
Tang Wuming's eyes swept over their faces, and there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "So it's you. I seem to have seen you in the Shenying Auction House."
"I didn't expect that there are so many big families in the Shenying Auction House, some of which make me a little afraid. They didn't catch up, but you did."
He looked at Uncle Dao and said softly: "Looking at your size, you should be a descendant of the Sand People, right? No wonder you can catch up."
"Descendants of the Sand People are very rare nowadays, and there are almost no real Sand People. If I meet you, I will recognize you!"
"But what a pity!"
A fierce smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "What will happen if you catch up today? Aren't you still unable to kill me?"
"Even if I am seriously injured, I am not something you can deal with!"
What he said was absolutely correct. Both Chen Feng and Uncle Dao were able to kill the peak Eight-Star Martial King. However, at this time, Tang Wuming, although seriously injured, still had the strength of the early Nine-Star Martial King.
Even if two people fight for their lives, it will be difficult to kill him!
Tang Wuming roared: "I'm impatient. If I talk nonsense to you again, I'll kill you and leave early! Otherwise, the nights will be long and the dreams will be endless!"
With that said, he attacked Chen Feng directly.
Even though he was dragging a broken leg, he was still very fast.
In his opinion, Chen Feng is a soft persimmon who kills the weaker ones first and then the stronger ones!
At this time, Chen Feng's martial arts Tianhe had dried up, and the Eight Desolations Silence Slash could not be used at all.
He wanted to use the Shenlong to Destroy the World, but found that Tang Wuming was almost at his extreme, and it took time for him to form the seal. He simply couldn't use the Shenlong to Destroy the World. He couldn't even react now and could only rely on fist instinct.
response.
But how could he be Tang Wuming's opponent with his fists?
The two of them punched each other, and all the flesh and blood of Chen Feng's left arm was blown to pieces, leaving only a white arm bone, with countless cracks appearing on the arm bone.
He spurted out another mouthful of blood and staggered back seven or eight steps.
Then, Tang Wuming was unreasonable and continued to attack frantically, attacking five or six times in succession.
Chen Feng was exhausted from running for his life, and three of the five or six moves hit Chen Feng's body.
After the first punch, Chen Feng immediately knew that all his bones, all flesh and blood had cracks and could be torn apart at any time, but the surface of his body had not yet been exposed.
After the second move hit Chen Feng, Chen Feng vomited blood crazily, groaned, and seven or eight huge cracks appeared on the surface of his body.
As long as the third punch landed, Chen Feng would be beaten to pieces, his body would be gone, and he would die immediately.
At this time, Chen Feng realized the huge gap between himself and the real masters!
He lacks a powerful martial skill that can be activated quickly, has many moves, consumes less, and is more powerful!
If there was, it wouldn't be like now, unable to even fight back.
Seeing that the third punch was about to land on Chen Feng, Tang Wuming smiled ferociously: "Young man, die for me, you loser! Die!"
At this time, Chen Feng was not desperate yet, he was still thinking about counterattack.
However, he found that there was nothing he could do.
But suddenly, at this moment, a dark shadow flashed in front of Chen Feng's eyes, and a huge black shadow appeared in front of him.
It's Uncle Dao!
Uncle Dao punched out, but he was obviously no match for Tang Wuming. At this time, he had to fight head-on for Chen Feng!
There was a loud bang, and his arm bones were directly shattered, and then Tang Wuming punched out with a ferocious smile!
