Suddenly a dragon roared in the forest. Looking from a distance, a golden dragon shadow swung its tail and swept out with violent and fierce energy. It looked like it had been plowed for thousands of feet, with the grass and trees broken and sand flying and rocks flying.
"throat!"
A figure groaned, and as the ghostly light and shadow in the sky disappeared, it exploded out, but it was old Tu Liang whose face was ashen, with blood on the corner of his mouth. He stared at Wu Ming in embarrassment and as ferocious as a ghost, "What kind of martial arts is this?"
"Hoo ho!"
On the opposite side, Wu Ming was breathing heavily like an ox, his face was red, he was hunched over like a cooked shrimp, his right leg was swollen like an old tree root, and was returning to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, with blazing heat emitting from it.
Steam like fire waves.
On his arms, the clothes were completely torn, and the bulging muscles were also recovering, but the protruding tendons were twisted and looked like tangled ropes.
But looking at his twisted facial features, you can tell how much pain he endured!
Just as Tu Liang said, with such a profound martial arts, when the true energy flows through the meridians, it must pass through it at an extremely fast speed, but Wu Ming used it without interruption, completely breaking the conventional understanding.
It was precisely because of this that the second-level master was caught off guard and was injured by Wu Ming, but it was only an injury and was far from fatal.
"I have underestimated you. Even if you don't say anything, I have plenty of means to make you speak!"
Tu Liang suppressed the counter-blood force and slashed away Di Yangxing who was trying to help Wu Ming with a sword. He smiled ferociously and slapped Wu Ming in the air with his palm.
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Wu Ming had no power to fight back at this time. To him, he was just a prey that he could easily capture.
Bang!
Sure enough, the cold wind roared out from his palm, and Wu Ming was slammed into the ground, smashing out a large amount of sand and gravel.
"You little bastard who doesn't know how to live or die, tell me your origins and hand over the techniques and martial arts you use to control your subordinates. I may be merciful and spare your life!"
Tu Liang glanced across the battlefield with cold eyes, not caring about the fact that his men were completely at a disadvantage and suffered constant casualties. A pair of black and gray eyes stared at Wu Ming coldly.
"You deserve it?"
Wu Ming smiled evilly.
laugh!
The light of the sword flashed slightly, blood spurted from Wu Ming's shoulders, and his cheeks twitched, but he gritted his teeth and held on, even if he didn't say a word, Tu Liang didn't care, and pierced his limbs with one sword after another.
"I like tough bones, don't worry, I will make you a good one!"
Tu Liang looked gloomy.
"Don't hurt my lord!"
The three members of the Tianxing Dao tribe were forced to retreat from their opponents and flew towards Tu Liang.
"The ants who don't know whether to live or die!"
Tu Liang showed off coldly, not paying attention to the three of them at all. In an erratic movement, he used a unique move from the Yinfeng Ghost Sword and severely injured the three of them.
Not everyone can have Wu Ming's abnormal strength. Seriously speaking, Tu Liang underestimated the enemy.
But just as the three of them were vomiting blood and retreating, another man with an iron face came out from the diagonal stab with a sword. It looked like an ordinary sword and there was nothing outstanding about it.
"Is there anyone who is not afraid of death?"
Tu Liang swung his sword casually, but found that it had missed. His pupils suddenly shrank. When he tried to return the sword to defend himself, it was already too late.
Moreover, I discovered that the speed I was usually proud of was actually so ridiculous.
When the man in iron mask took a step, seven figures suddenly stepped out. If you look from above, you will definitely find that the seven figures formed the shape of a Big Dipper, and Tu Liang was in the middle of the spoon handle.
What was especially terrifying was that a strange trapping force, like a dragon haunting him, suppressed Tu Liang on the spot. He was unable to move at all and could only resist with all his strength.
laugh!
There was nothing flashy about the sword, as if the seven people were real. Tu Liang was unable to avoid it. With the sound of the sharp blade entering his flesh, blood burst out, and his right arm flew away in response.
"what do you……"
Tu Liang turned pale in shock. Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold and sharp edge sweeping over him. His scalp was numb. He subconsciously looked back, only to see Wu Ming holding the knife in his left hand at an unknown moment. He lowered his waist and stood up, violently rising up against the spiral.
As fast as lightning, he moved closer.
Poof!
The cold blade flashed past, and Tu Liang stared with eyes full of shock. His head was soaring with blood stains, and the body shook a few times, then fell down with a thud, kicking up a large amount of dust.
"You are too trusting!"
The man in iron mask stood with his sword in hand, his unwavering eyes scanning Wu Ming.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, swallowed a healing pill, and pointed behind him nonchalantly.
Whoosh!
Without saying a word, the man in the iron mask killed Tu Liang's men with lightning speed.
"The boss is dead, run away!"
Someone shouted, and the gangsters, who had long been unable to hold on, dispersed in a rush.
It's a pity that they are already at a disadvantage. How can the disciple soldiers and the members of the Taitian Xingdao tribe let them go?
Coupled with the Iron Mask Man, a master of swordsmanship, there was an instant one-sided massacre. People all over the mountains and plains were wailing and begging for mercy, but there was no mercy at all.
Only half a quarter of an hour later, within dozens of miles, only sporadic screams could be heard from the mountains and forests, and they quickly disappeared. The rich smell of blood roared past with the mountain wind, but there was no discomfort.
Decades of licking blood from the edge of a knife have made them accustomed to blood, which is just a common occurrence.
"Your Majesty, the torture is over!"
After a while, Xu Tuo handed over a confession.
Wu Ming browsed it casually and turned it into ashes with his hands.
Just as he thought, Tu Liang's men inadvertently noticed the movements of the people. Tu Liang became greedy and determined that Wu Ming and his party did not have a strong master, so he led his elite men out in full force, but they were all killed here.
As for the hero invitation, Tu Liang also received it, but he didn't take it to heart, but these are not important anymore.
Di Mangxing and other bandits who had just attached themselves all looked at Wu Ming in awe, and 99% of their vague thoughts were gone.
Not to mention the blood-written spiritual contract, even a master of swordsmanship like the Iron Mask Man is served as a slave. Who do they think they are?
It was clear that Wu Ming had the upper hand before, but only a few people pretended to stop him. They just wanted to see if Wu Ming had any backup plans or let him die at Tu Liang's hands.
The seven peak innates, working hard and paying a little price, may not be able to make Tu Liang compromise. In this way, the constraints of the blood book spiritual contract can be easily solved!
It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wish...
Wu Ming seemed to know what they were thinking, but he was too lazy to tell them clearly, and he didn't want to pursue them. He had the blood book spiritual contract in hand, and if he dared to slip up at the critical moment, there were many ways to deal with them.
What's more, it's impossible to completely control people by using this method.
The reason why he chose to challenge Tu Liang in a duel was more because he wanted to verify his own martial arts skills so as to avoid making mistakes against a strong master in the future.
"Destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces!"
After thinking for a while, Wu Ming gave the order.
Not long after, the screams stopped abruptly, and the corpses were collected. However, they were only the corpses of the innate warriors, and the artistic conception warriors did not even touch them except for some of their belongings.
"Earth Star!"
Wu Ming thought for a while.
"My subordinate is here!"
A skinny, short old man stepped forward.
"Don't take part in the next action. Find an opportunity to sneak into the Rogue Cultivator Alliance and find me a weapon refining master and a formation master. It's best to be greedy and vicious! If Hezhou doesn't have one, then
Go to Qinzhou."
Wu Ming said coldly.
"yes!"
Di Zhanxing bowed, then swept down the mountain in a flash, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what Wu Ming was going to do. With the strength of their group, even ordinary masters could kill him without any damage as long as they had a careful layout.
When he surrendered them, although Wu Ming only suppressed them, everyone knew that he was as powerful as a first-level master, and now that Tu Liang was dead, there was no doubt.
Not to mention the man in the iron mask, the master of swordsmanship, is plundering the formation!
And Xu Tuo and others are not simple either. Combining battle formations and killing without equal is obviously the way of military strategists. Such power is enough to stir up a bloody storm in the green forests of Hezhou.
It's just that even if a master-level expert is alone, it's difficult to find his whereabouts. If there are subordinates attached to him, these people will be stretched thin. After all, they want to capture alive, not kill. Compared with the two, the difficulty is more than ten times different.
Times!
Tu Liang is also the best example!
If there was no Iron Masked Man and basically killed all his men, Tu Liang could retreat calmly. Unless Wu Ming fought tooth and nail regardless of the cost, the result would just be to kill him!
Little did they know that Wu Ming was looking for the weapon refining master and the formation master in order to upgrade the Blood Book Spiritual Contract and capture the powerful masters for his own use.
It's just that talents are rare. Even though I have been paying attention to them before, these talents are basically covered by major forces. There are also a large number of experts accompanying them when traveling to protect them, so it is difficult to take action.
Now that the underground forces in Hezhou have been disrupted, it is natural to start from this aspect, hunting down rabbits and doing it by the way.
"Now break them into pieces, stay in hiding at night, and gather at Xiaotuo Mountain in Piju County in five days. Kill those on the list who deserve to be killed, and arrest those who deserve to be arrested. I will buy you time to act!"
Wu Ming gave Chen Fengyu the list selected by Xu Tuo and others in the cave.
"My lord, do you want to act alone?"
Chen Fengyu's complexion changed slightly.
"Well, there's something that needs to be sorted out!"
Wu Ming waved his hand.
The corners of Chen Fengyu's mouth moved, but the words that came to his mouth were not spoken.
After following Wu Ming for many years, he already knows his position and will never ask questions that shouldn't be asked.
What's more, the man in the iron mask must be traveling with him, so there is no need to worry about safety.
With Chen Fengyu leading the team, the blood-written spiritual contract as a deterrent, and Wu Ming making strict arrangements, there is no need to worry about trouble, Tu Liang is the chicken who kills the chicken to scare the monkeys!
"Go for it!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
Everyone half-knelt on the ground and saluted, then quickly retreated and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The man in the iron mask walked up behind Wu Ming and patted his shoulder lightly. Wu Ming's face improved a little as bloody wounds burst out with several cold sword auras.
"call!"
Wu Ming let out a long sigh, ducked down the mountain, and headed straight to the northeast.
The man in the iron mask took out a talisman and activated it, and a large area of sparks covered a hundred feet in radius, burning half of the mountainside into a mess, and not many traces could be seen anymore.
A few hours after everyone dispersed, someone came here, but looking at the scorched ground, they couldn't find many clues at all, so they could only leave in anger.
The perpetrator has long since disappeared!
I'm afraid no one would have thought that the person responsible for this shocking crime did not hide and wait for the news to pass, but chose to break it into pieces and prepare to cause another disturbance! (To be continued)