Five hundred and ninetieth eight chapters fight the master
Wow!
On the viewing platform, the heads of the three families and the clan elders suddenly stood up. In their eagerness, their seats even overturned, which clearly showed how high their moods were.
Although they could not detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy through the light screen of the formation, they all had extraordinary eyesight and experience, and they could already see the strength of Liang Youtian and the dangerous situation Wu Ming was in.
"you……"
Facing the angry glares of the elders of the three clans, the head of the Su family smiled proudly and cupped his hands calmly. His meaning was self-evident.
The juniors from each family gradually realized that something was wrong. Seeing that Wu Ming was in danger and was completely suppressed by Liang Youtian, he had almost no power to fight back. How could this be possible?
From entering the city three days ago to arranging various matters for the dinner, it all shows that Wu Ming is very resourceful. If he didn't have strong self-confidence, how could he accept the three people's invitation to fight alone?
Moreover, the strength of Liang Youtian and the other two people have been carefully investigated, and they definitely do not have such power.
It was impossible for Wu Ming to be pretentious. It could only mean that Liang Youtian's strength had undergone earth-shaking changes in just three days.
Thinking of the consequences of Wu Ming's defeat, the three tribes, old and young, became uneasy. Even with Jia Zhengjing as a guarantee, they could not suppress their uneasiness.
Without it, because the price is too high!
Can't afford to lose...
The Su family was targeted this time, although they had been oppressed by the former for many years and had deep grievances. They wanted to use the power of Wu Ming and Jia Zhengjing to force the Su family out of Fangyuncheng, so that each family could have a chance to breathe, and even go further.
Unexpectedly, the guarantees sworn by Wu Ming and Jia Zhengjing turned out to be so vulnerable!
In panic, the two of them even started to complain!
Fortunately, I am used to being at the helm, and there are always a few stable people. The Pei family wiped away the cold sweat and carefully asked the man in the iron mask, "This... friend, will the prince be okay?"
It's a pity that he is destined to not get the answer!
Seeing that he was not letting strangers in, and because of his cultivation as a master of swordsmanship, the eyes of the other two families flickered, and it was difficult to ask questions, so they could only suppress their uneasiness.
"Haha, it's so mysterious!"
The elder of Huqimen mocked with a smile, his eyes filled with pride.
It is true that Wu Ming is very strong, but with a large sect’s background, how can a down-and-out prince who is not even a grandmaster be able to challenge him?
Just three days is enough time to make a complete response.
Whether it is to pay a huge price to improve Liang Youtian's strength, or to find out Wu Ming's direct lineage through various channels, it is more than enough.
"I don't know how high the sky is, and if you slander me, Hu Qimen, you will have the consciousness of death!"
"Senior Brother Liang, good job for beating this arrogant and domineering bullshit prince into a scumbag. Let's see if he still dares to throw dirty water!"
"Haha, I thought it was so powerful, but it turned out to be a silver-like pewter spear head that looks useless to an ignorant fool!"
The disciples of Huqimen all hated Wu Ming to the core. Seeing that he was blocking him from the left and right, and his defeat was obvious, they all started shouting like beating a drowned dog.
"Master Liang's nephew has superb martial arts and extraordinary strength. He has the appearance of a genius. After today's battle, he will soar into the sky and climb into the top 30 of the genius list. Congratulations to Huqimen for having such a great disciple!"
The elder of the Su family complimented.
"What the hell, Brother Su is so ridiculous. This little disciple is extremely stubborn. He simply knows the importance, knows how to protect the sect, learns from the pain, and works hard to achieve what he has today!"
Elder Huqimen waved his hands modestly, but the proud look on his face was beyond words.
"Senior Brother Liang is so righteous, help me avenge the murder of my father. I will definitely tie a grass ring in the future to repay my great kindness!"
Su Zhaoxing glared at Wu Ming bitterly and knelt down at the knees of the elder of Huqimen.
"You don't have to be like this, nephew. You are brothers in the same discipline. You should help each other. Your master and I are also brothers. Now that he is traveling abroad and someone bullies him, naturally I, the uncle, will stand up for you!"
The elder of Huqimen was very satisfied with Su Zhaoxing's attitude. After receiving the gift, he extended his hand to help.
"Thank you so much, uncle, my nephew will definitely follow my uncle's lead!"
Su Zhaoxing said gratefully.
"Damn it, what the hell, it killed me!"
"Isn't that right? The Su family actually sent someone to invite me to bet together. I even pawned my family property and said it was foolproof. What should I do?"
"Who says it's not the case? I was also obsessed with it for a while, and most of my family property was bet on it. Who knew it was a sinkhole!"
As Wu Ming's situation became more and more dire, most of the people who bet on him and won became desperate, and many followed suit, and even more resented Wu Ming.
It's just that all this has nothing to do with the two people on the fighting stage. One is dodging in embarrassment in order to get a chance to breathe, while the other is not hiding his anger and using all his strength to kill the former with his sword.
"I didn't expect that you are both internal and external, and you are only a second-level innate, but you have such strength. No wonder Lei Hengfeng and Lei Feng said that your strength is not inferior to them!"
Liang Youtian slashed down with one sword. The high-grade sword was already extremely sharp, but it was blessed by the master's true energy, making it even more sharp. It easily broke through the Gangyi, leaving a bloody scar on Wu Ming's shoulder.
Without saying a word, Wu Ming's nine orifices were ignited, and the powerful innate Qi like the sea spurted out, easily blocking the meridians on his shoulder, blocking the wound from continuing to bleed, and forcibly suppressing the sword Qi entering his body.
"It's a pity, it's a pity. You are too arrogant. You think that you can provoke the sect by being able to fight with the two of them. But you don't know that the sky is high and the sect's background is beyond your imagination."
Liang Youtian slashed down with his sword, and now that he had the upper hand, his mood was no longer as heavy as before. There was only anger towards Wu Ming, and excitement.
Even if he is a true successor of the sect and is talented and intelligent, he is still a young man. Who doesn't want to become famous and achieve success?
And Wu Ming, who already has such a great reputation, isn’t he the best stepping stone given by God?
Therefore, he wanted to win as beautifully and perfectly as possible, so he constantly ridiculed Wu Ming and dampened his fighting spirit to avoid accidents.
Although he is proud, he is not arrogant. How can a person who can be valued by two top thirty geniuses be an easy person?
But in order to make a name for himself and get on the list of geniuses, Liang Youtian refused the suggestion that the other two people take part in the round battle first, because he didn't want to leave a trail and be criticized.
Before his breakthrough, he was strong enough to compete with Lei Hengfeng and Lei Feng. After his breakthrough as a Grandmaster, could he still not be able to defeat Wu Ming, who was equally powerful as the two?
The ideas are rich, but the reality is too skinny!
A full half an hour passed. Although Wu Ming was beaten in a miserable state and his body was covered in blood, his breath did not diminish and he still stubbornly resisted his sword attacks time and time again.
"How come his energy hasn't been exhausted yet?"
Liang Youtian couldn't figure it out, but he had to grit his teeth and persist, swaying his true energy as if it was free of charge, striving to kill Wu Ming as soon as possible.
As time passed by, Liang Youtian gradually became a little anxious as he was about to kill Wu Ming many times, but every time he was in danger, with just the slightest difference, and Wu Ming's aura was not fading.
The spectators outside the martial arts arena gradually came to their senses after making noisy and angry remarks again and again.
Especially the people of the three tribes, their eyes were flickering and they were staring at the martial arts platform, as if they wanted to see the flowers.
Even though Wu Ming was in a worrying situation, he was like a small boat in the stormy waves, rising and falling one after another, and seemed to be capsized at any time, but he managed to survive in the end.
Regardless of victory or defeat, being able to fight against a strong master for so long with your innate cultivation is enough to be proud of.
But they hope Wu Ming can win...
Only the man in the iron mask remained unmoved, standing with his sword in his arms, his cold eyes seeming to imply helplessness.
"Die, a hundred tigers will kill the sky!"
Liang Youtian finally couldn't hold it anymore and swung out his sword, like a fierce tiger coming out of a gate. The sword energy was everywhere, and there was a hidden image of a hundred tigers roaring proudly in the forest, with ten thousand claws swooping down.
Tsk!
The sharp sword energy rushed towards his face, and the shadow of death loomed over his heart. Wu Ming folded his arms in front of him without thinking, a pale golden light and shadow flashed around him, and the golden bell roared out.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and they saw golden light and shadow splashing everywhere. Wu Ming was beaten back by the sword energy, and his arms continued to bleed, until he retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena with a bang, colliding with the formation.
The light curtain trembled violently.
"Huhu..."
Liang Youtian took a few rough breaths, suppressing the overwhelming sense of emptiness, his eyes suddenly froze, and he exclaimed, "It's impossible, you..."
Wu Ming stood up slowly, and the blood stains spreading all over his body began to flow backwards, as dozens of fine sword energy shot out from the wound and were completely absorbed into the wound.
After shaking his neck and making a clicking sound, Wu Ming's momentum suddenly surged, his eyes were like daggers, and he said solemnly, "It's my turn now!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, Wu Ming was like an arrow leaving the string, or like a real dragon coming out of the sea. He crossed dozens of feet with unparalleled speed and sent a palm towards Liang Youtian from a distance.
In the dragon chant formation, the invisible dragon claws of true energy roared out. Not only did they contain terrifying pressure, but also because of the blessing of the martial arts realm, they forcibly removed most of the spiritual energy within the radius of the fighting platform.
"I'm afraid you won't make it!"
Liang Youtian relied on his own cultivation. Even if the situation was unexpected, he did not panic much and raised his sword to kill.
But the moment he came into contact with the Zhenqi Dragon Claw, he realized that he was wrong, and how wrong he was.
when!
There was a piercing sound of metal and iron, and the fierce and unparalleled strength traveled along the blade of the sword and straight into his wrist. The shock almost made half of his body numb, forcing him to switch from offense to defense for the first time.
It's a pity that Wu Ming's attacks came out in waves like waves.
As the old saying goes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front hit the beach!
Liang Youtian switched from offense to defense with a move of Qinglong's Probing Claw, followed by a Qilin Stomp on the Ground. Not only was Liang Youtian retreated for the first time by the shock, but his bottom plate was also unstable.
Before he could stand still, Wu Ming almost without any pause used the mountain giant spirit to hold the monument, one of the eight methods of carrying the mountain.
Even Tu Liang, a second-level master, was shocked and flew into the sky without checking. Liang Youtian had just made a breakthrough and had not yet stabilized his first-level cultivation. How could he resist?
cracking!
At the same time that Liang Youtian was knocked away, Wu Ming had already risen into the sky, and with the posture of a phoenix spreading its wings, he struck down with both palms in the air.
"impossible!"
Liang Youtian's pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints, and he wanted to use his strongest defensive sword technique, but the true energy in his body was surged endlessly by the shock, and he could only raise the sword's crossbar.
The terrifying palm force came, easily knocking Liang Youtian's sword away, and slapped him hard on his shoulder. With a cracking sound, it fell to the ground like a rag bag.
Buzz!
The black and silver sword flashed past like a bolt, and before anyone could react, it passed across Liang Youtian's neck. Bloody light shot out at Lao Gao, and his head shot up into the sky! (To be continued)