Seeing the whistling knife, Wuming's body retreated quickly, but the broken knife in his hand was thrown directly at Zifeng. Zifeng quickly put away the knife and swung away the broken knife, but Wuming's body
He had landed five meters away. Although his body was covered with scars, his eyes were still full of surging fighting spirit.
"How can you be my opponent without weapons? Give up as soon as possible!" Seeing Wuming who was still full of fighting spirit, Zifeng said lightly.
"You are more powerful than I thought, but you are not qualified to make me surrender just by relying on this. This time, let me show you my double-edged sword!" Wuming gave a ferocious smile, but
He suddenly pulled out two daggers that were about the same length as the Purple Moon Sword but were straight. The blades were all blood red, as if they had been stained red by blood because of too many killings.
"Wu Ming has murderous intent!" Seeing Wu Ming on the platform actually take out the blood double, Cai Junzhang in the audience showed a faint smile. Maybe other people didn't understand Wu Ming's power, but he knew it clearly.
I know that none of the people who forced Wuming to reveal his blood double are still alive. The battle has only begun now!
Zifeng also seemed to realize that something was wrong, because he felt the strong smell of blood from the two blood-red daggers. These were definitely daggers that had killed countless people. If the Wuming just now was a swordsman, then
Now he has become an executioner.
An executioner who had killed countless people on his hands, but Zifeng's face was still calm. He held a sword in his right hand and his body had already rushed out, killing to stop killing. This has been
is his life motto.
Seeing Zifeng rushing toward him, Wuming's eyes turned blood red for a moment, and the figure rushed out like lightning. He stabbed Zifeng in the head with his left hand, completely ignoring Zifeng's speeding Ziyue knife that was slashing towards him.
neck.
Seeing Wuming's desperate attack, Zifeng had to put away his sword to resist, but just after blocking Wuming's left-hand sword, the short knife clenched in his right hand was stabbed again, Zifeng had to step back, but Wuming's right hand was
The dagger suddenly took off his hand and shot directly into Zifeng's heart.
Zifeng was horrified, no longer caring about the dagger in Wuming's left hand, he retracted the Ziyuedao directly, and instantly stopped the dagger that was speeding towards him. There was a crisp collision sound in the air, and the dagger was naturally knocked away, but Wuming's knife
But it penetrated directly into Zifeng's left shoulder.
A blood arrow was marked from Zifeng's left shoulder. Zifeng snorted coldly, his eyes shot out two purple rays of light, he held the knife in his backhand and pulled it out diagonally upwards.
"Chi!" There was a long bloody mouth on Wuming's heart, but he continued to stab Zifeng's heart with the broken knife in his hand as if nothing was wrong, forcing Zifeng to step back.
Wuming took this opportunity, stepped across a few steps, picked up the dagger that was shot to the ground by Zifeng, caught it with one hand, turned around and rushed towards Zifeng, with both knives in hand, he felt that his strength had greatly increased
.
The two knives kept crossing each other, changing constantly, one after another, one after another, and Zifeng was moving around extremely fast, and for a while he was beaten so hard that he couldn't switch hands.
Moreover, Wuming seemed to have endless strength. The stronger he became during the war, Zifeng's left shoulder was injured, his right arm was even numb from the shock, and he could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.
"*Damn it!" Zifeng let out a roar, and jumped up violently. The Ziyue Sword in his hand drew a beautiful purple sword light, and slashed towards Wuming fiercely.
Wuming quickly used the short knife in his right hand to block it, but he heard a clanging sound, and the short blade made of unknown material was cut off by the Ziyue knife.
And Wuming's entire arm holding the knife was cut off by the Purple Moon Sword. His palm fell directly to the ground, and bright red blood was everywhere. Wuming let out cold snorts, and kept retreating.
, the broken arm was constantly bleeding out, which was really terrifying.
Zifeng, however, seemed to be going crazy and had no intention of stopping. The Ziyuedao in his hand continued to slash towards Wuming, instantly slicing across Wuming's ear and immediately cutting off his left ear. His entire face was stained red with blood.
Then Zifeng suddenly turned around and performed a beautiful spin kick, hitting Wuming's heart hard, and immediately kicked Wuming's body straight away, landing heavily on the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and even more
I could faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.
Zifeng, who succeeded in one blow, stood coldly on the spot, with several drops of bright red blood slowly sliding down from the Ziyue knife, and his eyes showed a deep purple, like a bloodthirsty demon.
.
All the big guys present are people who have seen the world, but when they suddenly saw a living person with his wrists and ears cut off, some of them turned pale. Is this still a competition? Is it simply a life-and-death struggle?
Ye Xingchen, Chen Xiaolong, Ouyang Jun, and Luo Yin all looked at Zifeng silently, with joyful expressions in their eyes. They won this round.
But Cai Shenglong's face was expressionless. Such a fight was nothing to him. He slowly stood up and was about to declare Zifeng the winner when he saw Wuming's body struggling to stand again.
stand up.
At this time, his whole body was covered in blood. The entire palm of his right hand was cut off, and one of his ears was also cut off. The huge pain made his face even more ferocious, but he was holding a short knife tightly in his left hand, looking like a vampire zombie.
Normally, if it weren't for broad daylight, many people present would be so frightened that they would lose control of their legs after seeing such a scene.
"You are no match for me, surrender, I don't want to kill you!" Zifeng's pupils have slowly returned to black, and he stood there quietly, saying very indifferently.
"I...cannot be defeated!" Wuming uttered this sentence with difficulty, and then he raised his short sword and rushed towards Zifeng again. His speed was still so fast, but in Zifeng's eyes,
Almost like a snail.
Just when he was still one meter away from Zifeng, Wuming's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light, and his body accelerated suddenly. He hit Zifeng straightly, and the short knife in his hand stabbed Zifeng.
's temple.
Facing such a surprise attack, Zifeng remained calm. He dodged slightly and avoided Wuming's knife. However, his Ziyuedao was directly inserted into Wuming's heart, and a stream of fiery blood flowed from Wuming's heart.
Spurting out, Ye Xingchen and others saw Zifeng's Purple Moon Knife directly piercing Wuming's heart, and their faces couldn't help showing joy, but Zifeng's brows were tightly knitted together, and his face was even more revealing.