The first thousand one hundred and thirty nine chapters beat yourself up
"Hahaha, happy, happy!"
In the dark space, a figure fought bloody battles, with a three-foot green blade in his hand as red as blood, clashing left and right among the stone statues.
Wu Ming no longer knew how many stone statues he had killed, let alone how many changes the Qingfeng Sword had gone through. He only knew that the group of stone statues were like a tide, and they were not afraid of death, charging at them again and again.
Even though his strength was unparalleled at his level, he still suffered heavy losses when one hundred and twenty-eight stone statues formed a large formation to attack and kill them.
At this time, Wu Ming was covered in numerous sword marks, and the bones were even visible in the severely injured areas. They were crisscrossed and densely packed without a single piece of flesh. The most dangerous thing was a sword mark running across his cheek.
This sword almost split the head in half!
Boom!
When the last stone statue reached the bottom, Wu Ming half-knelt on the ground with his sword in hand, breathing heavily like an ox, with blood-red eyes, staring at the shadow ahead.
"Come on!"
Wu Ming shouted sharply.
There were endless echoes, and in the empty darkness, there was no response. The silence was terrifying and chilling.
"Is it over?"
After receiving no response for a long time, Wu Ming relaxed and felt indescribable fatigue. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
Buzz!
Just when he was struggling to hold the sword and support his body, the Qingfeng sword suddenly trembled, the light shone brightly, and it collapsed with a pop.
Wu Ming couldn't hold back his momentum and fell to the ground. He was so tired!
Although this battle is extremely enjoyable, facing the tide of enemies, even an iron man cannot withstand it. If it were anyone of the same level, I'm afraid it would have been a long time ago!
Even so, Wu Ming's Nine Orifices Life Fire has almost dried up, leaving less than 10% of his true energy.
If he hadn't used the Lengyue Knife frequently before and had already adapted to the loneliness and fatigue caused by the drying up of his true energy, Wu Ming might not have even taken the elixir and just slept for three days and three nights.
But now, when fatigue swept over his heart like a shadow, and sleepiness spread throughout his body, Wu Ming suddenly felt a chill coming over him. He shuddered, stood up in a hurry, and looked forward with cold eyes.
Buzz!
Only a few stars were visible, floating like stars. That was where the last one hundred and twenty-eight stone statues were scattered. Just like before, they were scattered with light spots.
Wu Ming's pupils shrank several times and he looked at his empty palms.
The Qingfeng Sword is broken and the light spot reappears, what will it be?
However, the light spots did not float in front of him like before, but undulated on the gravel, quickly attracting thousands of light spots from the surroundings.
The corner of Wu Ming's mouth twitched, and his instinct told him that it was left behind by the broken Qingfeng sword.
Such a strange scene gave him a bad premonition that what appeared might not be a stone statue, but an unexpected change.
As if confirming his idea, all the light points gathered into a group, swaying like clouds, fog, seas and lakes, twisting and turning into a human form.
"This is……"
Wu Ming gradually looked ugly.
Because, the human form formed by the light spots gradually outlines the lines of light, just like when the external incarnation was cast before, and finally turns into a real person.
A person who is exactly like me, no matter how he looks or smells!
The only difference is that while the opponent is at his peak, Wu Ming himself is almost exhausted!
"Could it be that the Thousand Cut Sword Sect wants my life?"
No wonder Wu Ming thinks so.
His family knows his own affairs, and he knows very well that with his current situation, there is no way he can be his opponent.
The only possibility is that the Qianjie Sword Sect wanted to kill him, and in order not to live up to the truth, they used the excuse that they could not pass the secret test.
Although this is troublesome, it makes sense. After all, Wu Ming is not rootless.
"Is it really because I killed the Gu family's half-saint? The Thousand Cut Sword Sect compromised due to pressure from the holy temples?"
Looking at himself walking step by step, Wu Ming couldn't think of any other possibilities, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and anger in his heart.
Admittedly, I chose to come to Qianjie Sword Sect in order to find a potential backer, but after all, I came here by invitation.
Moreover, among the Tianpin Sect, this sect's style of conduct is quite in line with itself, but I didn't expect such a result.
"It seems that the only way to get out is by force!"
Wu Ming took a deep breath, put his right hand on his eyebrows, and prepared to forcefully communicate with the lotus lantern, and then use all his strength to activate the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl.
Although the side effects of using the Mountain and Sea Boundary Pearl are extremely serious, for the sake of your own life, you can’t care less about it!
But when he was trying to calm down, Wu Ming suddenly discovered that he got in easily and effortlessly, which seemed different from what he imagined.
"Brother, defeat it!"
A clear cry came from the lotus lantern.
Wu Ming smiled bitterly.
Easier said than done!
Not surprisingly, the other party must have completely copied himself through previous battles. How could he do it in his current state?
hold head high!
Before he could think about it, a familiar air sound exploded and cracked, and he saw the clone's probing hand volleying in the air. It was the Qinglong Probing Claw!
At this moment, Wu Ming truly realized how terrifying the green dragon's claws were in the realm of fellow practitioners and in the state of transcendence.
Under the influence of the true meaning of martial arts, Wu Ming, who was exhausted, was easily disturbed. What was reflected in his eyes was not a dragon claw, but a real dragon covering the sky and the sun!
In previous battles, even when faced with powerful men far superior to himself, Wu Ming was able to rely on his profound martial arts skills and rarely be affected, thus inflicting heavy losses on the opponent unexpectedly.
But things are different now. Even though the true meaning of martial arts has not diminished, his own condition is not good.
Fortunately, Wu Ming is extremely familiar with his own moves, and he even knows their weaknesses.
"Huh... the white ape offers fruit!"
Wu Ming exhaled loudly, and with no way to hide, he stepped forward physically, tried hard to raise his breath, and raised his hand to strike the sky.
This move is also one of the Baguazhang. When facing Sikong Hui in the Southern Wei Dynasty, the king of Chu and others were chasing him. He used the power of the formation to use it. With the blessing of the tree master's legacy, he killed several peak masters in one fell swoop.
The Grandmaster suffered heavy losses.
Now, Wu Ming has completely mastered the change of this move, but the replica on the opposite side, as if it expected that he would make this move, made a mistake with his foot and easily avoided the palm that seemed to be lifted lightly.
Not only that, he took the opportunity to step forward and once again widened the distance between the two. His palm force became even more powerful and struck directly at Wu Ming's heart.
Even though one move failed, Wu Ming was not discouraged. Instead, he was aroused with endless fighting spirit.
In his heart, he has an uncompromising temperament that refuses to obey anyone. He has been brave and diligent in martial arts. If he can't even defeat himself, how can he be free and at ease?
"Qilin treads the ground!"
As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming took advantage of the situation and struck out with both palms.
Bang!
But after all, it was half a beat too late. Before the palm power could be fully charged, the clone had already printed a palm on his heart. The blow made Wu Ming's body surge with energy and blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out without suppressing it.
But even so, Wu Ming was ruthless in his bones, not only to his enemies, but also to himself. He was able to bear the heavy blow and still managed to strike out the palm at the moment when he was sent flying.
Bang!
During the muffled sound, the copy shook his body expressionlessly, turned around, slipped his foot, and flew out like lightning, catching up with Wu Ming who was flying backwards in an instant.
The scary thing is that with a wave of his left hand, the sharp aura condensed, and the golden light shone, as if a magic weapon was taking shape, which looked like the Seven-Star Lengyue Sword.
The backhand knife, a sure-kill move that Wu Ming has practiced for two generations, is used in the hands of the clone. When it kills the original figure, it becomes even more ruthless and ruthless!
Facing the unavoidable blow, Wu Ming smiled, and his smile was extremely bright.
"It turns out... you will be hurt too!"
Looking at the palm prints on the replica's shoulder, Wu Ming knew that this replica was different from the stone statue after all. It could be injured just like himself, and it was not completely immune to the power of the sword.
"kill!"
At this moment, Wu Ming seemed to be a different person, like a hunter who discovered the weakness of his prey, with endless fighting spirit bursting out of his eyes. Faced with the unavoidable knife, he once again refused to retreat and instead rushed forward.
No matter in the past life or in this life, when I came into battle, even if I was weak, I would scare off the enemy with my bravery and fearless death. Likewise, I would strategically choose to retreat when I knew I could not match them.
But when there is no way to avoid it and there is no way to retreat, you will choose to fight to the death. This is nature!
But Wu Ming is different. He brings this nature to the extreme. He does not go crazy and desperately, but uses everything to create a glimmer of hope that is so small that it can be ignored!
puff!
Without any surprise, the clone's left hand turned into a knife and cut deeply into Wu Ming's left shoulder and into his chest. Blood spurted out and covered his head and face.
But when he wanted to pull out his hand and try harder to kill Wu Ming under his palm, he found that he couldn't move at all.
"Hey, does it hurt?"
Wu Ming laughed ferociously, grabbed the clone's left arm with both hands, used his shoulder muscles to clamp it with great perseverance, and pressed down hard like a gangster fighting.
Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted, Wu Ming's tremendous strength was still extraordinary despite his desperate efforts, and the clone that was pulled instantly leaned forward like inertia.
Bang!
Unsurprisingly, there was a sound of bones cracking, and the bridge of his nose collapsed due to Wu Ming's force. There was no blood splashing, only golden light dissipated.
But just as I thought before, the clone is completely another Wu Ming. Except for his thoughts, his combat mode is similar.
But when faced with the siege of the stone sword formation, Wu Ming did not use the group fighting moves he had used in society before joining the army in his previous life.
This is an instinct that has been almost forgotten, but is still burned into our bones!
Ever since, the clone has become a tragedy!
The bridge of the nose is one of the most fragile and sensitive parts of the human body. If it is suddenly attacked, even a semi-saint, not to mention a great master, will temporarily lose its fighting power.
When masters compete with each other, victory or defeat can happen in an instant!
Wu Ming seized the opportunity and unleashed his rogue style like a barrage of attacks.
One kick cut off the legs of his descendants and kicked the clone as if it was a cooked prawn. Even Wu Ming himself felt a little uncomfortable, and he shivered and subconsciously tightened his legs.
On a certain level, the other person is another self!
But this thought was quickly wiped away. Wu Ming barely hesitated. The moment the clone subconsciously covered his crotch and leaned over, he raised his knee and hit the clone's nose hard.
Click!
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of bones and flesh shattering. Even though the clone's body was similar to Wu Ming's, under this blow, most of his cheek was sunk in, and the person was thrown into the air.