The blood blurred his eyes, and the young man's heart palpitated, even overcoming the shadow of death. He could not imagine that a sword with the heritage of a sacred weapon would be broken by someone's palm.
But the sharp knife piercing his body and the pain of entangled cause and effect all told him that all this was true, and it was extremely real.
In fact, the signs of death were countless times more realistic than when he was chased by the men in golden armor!
"It's you!"
It was like waking up from a dream, and like an enlightenment. The young man instantly realized who it was that was coming, but there was no joy at all, replaced by endless fear.
How could he find himself, how dare he kill himself, how could he appear in Langzhong?
At this moment, even though the young man did not have the perception of a peerless genius, he still vaguely realized that it turned out that the man in golden armor did not really kill him, but drove him here.
However, when the man in golden armor was seriously injured, he did not launch another sneak attack, which proved what the young man had in mind.
"I thought that the son of a dignified Taoist Lord would be so magnificent, but I never imagined that he would be so virtuous!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Hahaha, Wu Xiaoxiao, don't be arrogant. If you have the ability to fight with me alone, you will definitely die.
If you take advantage of someone's danger and attack me secretly, you are not considered a hero, you are not considered a peerless genius, and you are not afraid of losing Lu Jiuyuan's face!"
The young man wiped away the blood and laughed fiercely, as ferocious as a maniac.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a playful smile, "It's my fault that I neglected it. Dao Lord is uniquely blessed. He holds the world in his hands, and has all the secrets in his heart. He has already occupied all the opportunities in the world, and there is someone like you.
The descendants of idiots are also justified!"
"Young man with a yellow mouth, if you dare to insult me, you are seeking death!"
The young man shouted loudly and stood up, raising his hand and slashing Wu Ming with his sword.
The majestic and unparalleled Baizhang Sword Gang has extraordinary abilities, and is quite extraordinary among the first-level semi-saints.
However, when compared with the most talented people in the world, there is an insurmountable gap. Whether it is the true meaning of martial arts, his own age, or his own talent, they are all far apart and even incomparable.
Not to mention the distant ones, any one of the four major families can easily defeat this Third Realm God Refining Semi-Saint!
Without the slightest surprise, Wu Ming raised his right hand lightly, with the palm of his hand facing upwards, as if he were supporting the monument, as if a symbol of supporting the sky was born in response to the situation.
puff!
In just half a breath, even when it was difficult for ordinary people to detect it, Jian Gang trembled slightly in this support, and then collapsed and disappeared into ashes.
"Ahem..."
As if the young man was hit hard, his arms trembled rapidly, as if there was unparalleled power, spreading along the sword's blade into the sword body, and then into the arm, invading the internal organs, making his qi and blood surge, and he couldn't stop bending over and coughing up blood, as if
Nodding and bowing.
"Ahhh, I'll kill you!"
The young man had a noble status and was already extraordinary. He had never been insulted like this before. He was so furious that he recklessly activated his true energy and swung his sword to kill.
Bang!
Unfortunately, with Wu Ming's backhand slap, the young man's sword power collapsed, and he fell to the ground and was smashed into the soil, without any resistance at all.
What is shocking is that the young man fell to the ground without causing any damage to the ground. He only stirred up a cloud of dust, just like an ordinary person.
It's hard to imagine what kind of control this is. The grasp and control of strength are already extremely wonderful, and the skills are almost divine!
"Even your father doesn't dare to intervene in the fight for the holy way at will. He can only use other people's hands to transfer the karma. Why do you dare to act so unscrupulously?"
Wu Ming looked indifferent, and with a flick of his hand, he slapped the young man away again, as if this trip was just to humiliate him.
"Haha, the winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, I have won, Lu Jiuyuan is dead, you are just a lost dog, how dare you speak nonsense in front of me?"
The young man laughed angrily, throwing away all his scruples, as if he was not afraid of angering Wu Ming at all, and simply broke the jar and threw it, tearing his face.
"Oh, you, a young man who can't even see his name, are you worthy to be compared with Mr. Linyuan?"
Wu Ming sneered and raised his hand again to clap.
Bang!
The young man's raised head was instantly slapped into the earth and rocks. He tried to lift it up, but was then slapped in again, one after another, until his head was dizzy, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a miserable state.
With this appearance, even the closest people, if they don't use their senses to check the breath, their parents may not be able to recognize him.
"Who gave you the confidence to compare with Mr. Linyuan, who is well-known in China, has friends all over the world, single-handedly controls the Demon Cave, and kills the Demon Emperor?"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"He is dead, but I am alive!"
The young man was very stubborn and shouted in a hissing voice.
"Hey hey hey!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He laughed wildly and wildly, "He is dead and you are alive? For such an existence, even if you are dead, you are still alive. For people like you, even if you are alive, there is no difference from being dead."
But people like him are dead, so why are people like you... still alive?"
One is dead, the other is alive, over and over, ordinary people will have a headache when they hear it, but when it falls on young people's ears, it makes their scalp numb and their liver and gallbladder split.
Although he is not as good as the peerless genius, he is still a little clever. He knows that facing such arrogant and arrogant people, only by acting more arrogant, arrogant and courageous can he have a chance of survival.
But now, I feel the murderous intent, and it is clear that I have no intention of leaving any room.
"You can't kill me, my father is..."
The young man was frightened, his roar suddenly stopped, and he was knocked into the mud.
"I can't kill you? Who is your father? Tell me, the King of Heaven?"
Wu Ming smiled evilly, palm after palm, and pushed the young man into the mud. He seemed to be enjoying the wailing accompanied by cracking bones, "Don't say that your father is not, so what if he is? You called
One, let's see if he responds? A person who doesn't even have a surname, who is just like a weed, who gave you the courage to plot against the heroes of the human race and kill the entire Lu family?"
"you……"
"explain!"
"you……"
"explain!"
The screams came one after another, and the wailing that had stopped suddenly started again, seemingly endless. The force that seemed to be as heavy as a palm clearly left the young man a glimmer of hope at the last moment.
The young man was full of fear, hesitation, and despair. He never thought that he would face such a doomsday moment.
Although most of the treasures were used, there were still treasures at the bottom of the box. But the strange thing was that since Wu Ming appeared, there seemed to be an invisible force preventing him from using it.
There seemed to be a voice in the dark telling him that if he used it, he would definitely die.
But when faced with the threat of death and the young man was sure that there was no hope of escape, Wu Ming did have murderous intentions and prepared to use them at all costs, but he discovered that those treasures that had long been imprinted with spiritual consciousness had lost contact with him.
At this moment, the young man finally understood that the man in front of him was indeed murderous, and there was no doubt that he would never stop. However, when he appeared, he knew everything.
And unknowingly, special techniques were used to isolate him from the protective treasure.
What kind of power is this?
You must know that in addition to the treasures he collected himself and the precious treasures occasionally given by his father, there are also protective treasures refined by his father's hands, guided by his own blood, and supplemented by the means of the holy way. A single thought can inspire protective
The most precious treasure of the body.
At this moment, it is completely useless!
"Isn't it weird?"
Wu Ming walked closer slowly and looked at the helpless young man who climbed out of the pit and said condescendingly, "The cycle of cause and effect will lead to unsatisfactory retribution!
You are just a weed-like thing, hiding under a big tree, you can barely survive despite the wind, rain, sun and rain.
It's a pity that he was so self-righteous that he dared to do such dirty things, intervene in the dispute between the holy ways, and expose himself to the world between heaven and earth.
How dare you, a shameless idiot like you, how can you ignore the reincarnation of heaven?"
Poof!
As he spoke, he kicked the young man over and casually pulled out the broken knife from his chest. The blade was only half a foot long. It looked like the shadow of an autumn rainbow, with stars shining faintly. It was the Seven-Star Lengyue Knife!
Zheng!
This peerless sword, which once shone so brightly in the late Middle Ages, seemed to sense something and let out a low, yet loud clang!
"ah……"
The young man screamed and covered his chest with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from bursting like a dam. His face was as pale as paper, "You can't kill me, my father... my father is Yuan... Yuan..."
"Say, say his name!"
Wu Ming stroked the broken knife with his hand and bent slightly, as if he wanted to hear the exact name with his own ears. Although the blade was dim but still sharp, it seemed that the next moment, it would fall on the young man's neck.
"My father is Yuan...Yuan Tiangang, you can't kill me!"
Death was imminent, and the young man was inexplicably frightened and hysterical, shouting with all his strength.
Boom!
When the name of the saint comes out, thunder breaks out on the ground, the wind and clouds change color in an instant, the sun and moon lose light, just like the heaven and earth change suddenly, the universe turns upside down, and the dark clouds cover the sky!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wu Ming looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, wantonly and openly, as if he had indulged all his hard work in this long laugh.
But within a radius of thousands of miles, countless living beings looked up to the sky, only to be stung by a sword light that was like thunder and lightning. For a moment, mourning was everywhere, and they turned around hurriedly, but they were still unable to withstand the ubiquitous sword light that could pierce people's hearts.
Wu Ming saw it, he saw it clearly. Deep in his pupils, a sword light descended from the sky and went straight into the sea of consciousness, seeming to kill this ant who dared to look directly at the Heavenly Sword.
roar!
The golden dragon and the gray snake all came out, roaring and biting, and swallowed it without any scruples. However, they were still stabbed by the projection of a sword light, leaving them with holes and bruises, but they persisted.
It bites endlessly.
"ah……"
However, the young man screamed, covering his bleeding eyes, and kept wailing. The surprise on his face turned into fear.
Because this sword, with just one glance, destroyed the power of his holy shade!
"Oh!"
Blood and tears loomed in the corners of Wu Ming's eyes, his face was unruly, and his smile remained the same as he pressed the blade, "What's the use of living for a person like you?"
"Be bold!"
At this moment, two sword lights descended from the sky, seemingly possessing unfathomable power.
Swift and fierce as fire, soft as wind, it divides spring and summer, separates day and night. There is warm sun in the cold winter, and there is spring cold in midsummer, which comes in a moment.