"But fortunately, Ming Wudi has no means to hide his attributes, and many of his skills have been exposed."
"If you calculate mentally but not intentionally, this is an opportunity."
His expression remained unchanged, Zhuang Wuming looked at Ming Wudi without saying a word.
As soon as they met, the atmosphere was already tense.
Zhang Junwu looked at the two of them, came to the middle, and said in a loud voice, "Now I will preside over this life and death competition."
"First, use this academy stadium as the boundary. No departure from the boundary is allowed until one party dies in battle."
"Second, no one is allowed to interfere in the life-and-death contest, otherwise it will be deemed as provoking the Martial Arts Association, and the association will issue a death warrant until death."
"Other than these two points, there are no rules."
After Zhang Junwu finished speaking, he stepped back a few feet. Bai Hezi looked at the two of them with a calm expression.
"I'm Bai Hezi, a member of the Bronze Zun Association. I'm here to suppress the situation."
"It doesn't matter who of you lives or dies, I won't care."
"But as long as someone breaks the rules and tries to interfere, I won't be polite."
"Let him have a taste to see if the sword in my hand is sharp."
After saying this, a murderous intention flashed away, and Zhuang Wuming's brows jumped.
This overwhelming murderous intention froze his soul, and he felt like his body was stiff.
Ming Wudi also looked at Bai Hezi with a gloomy expression. This man's strength was beyond his expectation.
Zhang Junwu said at this time, "Are you ready?"
"Let's get started, I'm ready."
Looking at Ming Wudi, Zhuang Wuming said with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Ming Wudi smiled proudly, "Since you are eager to die, I will stop talking nonsense and come on."
He raised his hand, and a dark long sword appeared in his hand, and a strong aura of death filled the long sword.
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes, "The sword of death is full of death energy. Once scratched, tissue will die."
"You have to be extremely careful."
Looking at Zhuang Wuming with a solemn expression, Ming Wudi suddenly frowned.
He felt as if the other party knew what his sword looked like.
He raised his hand and waved, and a black mist spread from his body, covering a five-meter radius.
Zhuang Wuming stepped back to avoid the thick fog of death.
That thing can cause all attributes to drop by 2 points, which is not fun.
He retreated quickly, but Ming Wudi came even faster, and the fog hit him like a tornado.
As soon as his vision darkened, Zhuang Wuming was already trapped in it.
His whole body sank, and all attributes of the golden elixir incarnation dropped by 2 points to 6 points.
A sharp cracking sound came from the back of his head. Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and disappeared into the mist in a flash.
Shadow shuttle, I'm afraid it can be used calmly in this fog of death.
The sword was swung in the air, and Ming Wudi was stunned as a blade struck from the darkness behind him.
The sword's light was sharp and filled with murderous intent.
The dark sword of death was invisible in the mist of death, and it was pointed towards the back at some point.
Zhuang Wuming appeared behind Ming Wudi, and the attributes of the golden elixir incarnation were reduced to 6 points.
Facing Ming Wudi, whose speed and strength completely suppressed him, his expression did not change.
His eyes were empty, and his sense of magic had already been activated.
At this moment, he was like a sophisticated computer, sensing all the information around him.
The vibrations of every muscle and bone in Ming Wudi's body must have appeared in his mind.
The body moved slightly, and both the sword light and himself easily avoided Ming Wudi's turning sword.
The sword light followed the feeling of magic and struck Ming Wudi's abdomen.
This knife was precise, just at the point where Ming Wudi's new power had not yet been regenerated and the old power was exhausted.
Ming Wudi felt a chill in his abdomen, his body shook, and he breathed out a strange breath.
Zhuang Wuming felt that Ming Wudi in the sense of magic seemed to be illusory.
tear apart
The sword passed by, the light of the sword failed, and Zhuang Wuming's figure disappeared in a flash.
A black light shot out from the thick fog and passed through where he was just now.
As long as he was slow for a moment, he would be pierced by the black light.
Finger of Death, a point-killing skill among the invincible skills, has extremely terrifying destructive power on creatures.
Appearing again, he struck Ming Wudi in the back with his knife.
In the sense of magic, everything about Ming Wudi is clearly visible.
But the next moment, along with a breath, Ming Wudi's figure became blurry again, causing his perception to go awry.
His figure flashed and disappeared again, and a sword light penetrated his shadow.
Outside the thick fog of death, Zhuang Wuming's figure appeared here.
After leaving the area covered by the thick fog, the suppression he received disappeared instantly, and his expression showed a strange expression.
"It's really amazing. Is this the Sutra of the Coming of Pluto? The breath of death can actually cause errors in magic sense skills."
At this moment, Ming Wudi in the thick fog seemed to be able to see Zhuang Wuming, sweeping towards him like a hurricane.
Looking at the fierce black mist, Zhuang Wuming's eyes were cold.
After a flash, he appeared behind Ming Wudi and activated three curse skills.
Evil gaze, spiritual shock, evil aura.
The three major curse skills exploded at the same time, like a tsunami covering Ming Wudi
No matter how mysterious his death breath was, it only slightly affected Zhuang Wuming's magic sense skill.
The general direction and location cannot be disturbed.
All three major curse skills hit.
After being hit by the skill, a white bone ring on Ming Wudi's finger glowed faintly.
At the same time, a jade pendant he wore also emitted a hazy black divine light.
The two kinds of radiance were superimposed, completely covering him, and most of the three major skills were weakened when they fell on it.
There are very few who end up falling on Ming Wudi.
Ming Wudi's body sank, and all his attributes dropped to a low point.
Among the three major curse skills, Ming Wudi is most affected by his will, physique and endurance.
The whole person's head sank, and the control of his whole body went down a level.
Following the evil gaze, his body froze, and a blade of light struck from behind, pointing directly at the back of his neck.
Without any hesitation, he directly activated his other two skills.
The power of the underworld exploded, and a black halo rushed around.
Zhuang Wuming was the first to bear the brunt and felt an aura of death coming over him.
A wave of will rose from Ming Wudi's body and swept around.
The light of Zhuang Wuming's half-cut sword disappeared, and he was completely out of the fog of death.
The power of the underworld and the power of will suppression swept across a five-meter radius, and Zhuang Wuming's face turned cold.
Fortunately, I reacted quickly just now, otherwise I would have been enveloped.
At this time, a black light spurted out from the thick fog, pointed directly at Zhuang Wuming, and arrived in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye.
The sword light rose at this moment, blocking the fateful finger.
when
There was a crisp and muffled sound, and Zhuang Wuming's hands trembled, and the internal and external energy trembled to waste away his strength.