In a trance, countless armored men raised their swords high and turned into a torrent of steel. A black flag made a hunting sound, emitting red light and shadow, like a dragon and waves, roaring incessantly!
Cavalry, infantry, charging chariots, archers, crossbows, catapults, all kinds of arms are available. The killing spirit surges into the sky, drowning everything in its path. Anyone who stands in the way, no matter human, god or ghost, will be torn apart.
broken!
"ah……"
Wu Ming screamed and looked at the bloody gash on his arm. The bone was visible and the blood was flowing.
His intuition told him that this was a lie, but under the influence of his subconscious mind, he felt that it was extremely real, because this was the power acting on the soul!
Big Dream Dragon Slaying Technique!
Since learning about this secret technique, Wu Ming has wondered more than once what is amazing about this technique. However, after looking through various miscellaneous historical records, even Jia Zhengjing did not give details, and even Ku Ye could not explain the reason.
.
All I know is that those who practice magic will die without rebirth!
This technique reaches up to the Nine Heavens and down to the Nine Netherworlds. It has killed heavenly demons and slain ghost dragons!
Puff puff puff!
Wu Ming was too familiar with the entrance of a sharp blade, such as defeating leather, and had pierced the enemy's body countless times. He never thought that such a day would happen to him, and that Wan Ren would join him.
This terrifying secret technique appears without warning and is impossible to guard against. It completely ignores any protection and goes against common sense!
"snort!"
But after all, Wu Ming has endured the pain of splitting his soul several times, and was suppressed and tempered by Cang Yue's will before. He has endured life and death battles for a long time, and his will is tenacious, rarely seen in the world. He endured the severe pain and stared at it.
I saw countless soldiers passing by. Although they were shouting to kill Zhentian, they all had familiar yet unfamiliar faces. They were clearly enemies who had died at his hands.
"A bunch of dead ghosts dare to rebel against heaven? I'll make it impossible for you to even be ghosts!"
Wu Ming roared angrily, and the pale golden light and shadow flickered around him, roaring like a dragon's roar, turning into invisible waves and impacting outward.
Buzz!
Strangely, at the next moment, countless inexplicable gray streams of light flashed out of thin air, covering his whole body like a big net, suppressing the pale golden light and shadow. Not only that, but there was also a terrifying corrosive power, which made Wu Ming feel as if he was suffering from
Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, the pain was excruciating.
"This is... resentment!"
Wu Ming clearly felt the coldness, unwillingness, and resentment emanating from the gray stream of light, just like the ferocious expressions flashing on the faces of the phantoms of the soldiers who rushed towards him one after another.
This power not only made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar, but also directly affected his spirit. Helplessness, loneliness, and various negative emotions followed one after another, tempting him to sink into it and give up resistance.
Compared with Cangyue's domineering will, this force is more bizarre and difficult to deal with. It specifically targets the weaknesses of people's hearts. As long as there is a slight flaw, loopholes will be exploited and it may even induce inner demons.
Fortunately, Wu Ming's mind was as strong as a barrier. Even though he was in extreme pain and extremely dangerous, he still stuck to his heart and looked for a way to defeat the enemy.
But there are too many enemies, and they are overwhelming. Even if you kill a few by force, the ones behind will still swarm you. The scary thing is that there are endless enemies, and you can even come back from the dead!
"The Great Dream Dragon-Slaying Technique, the Founding War Flag of the Middle Tang Dynasty!"
Wu Ming finally recognized the word "Tang" looming on the black flag, and his expression instantly became extremely ferocious.
The Great Dream Dragon Slaying Technique alone is terrifying enough. With this battle flag as the foundation, it draws thousands of fighting souls. No wonder it has such terrifying power!
For a moment, Wu Ming, who was under impact, had murderous intentions towards Yuchi Shang!
Without it, he broke his promise twice and gained weight, which completely exhausted his little patience!
Wow!
As the scars on Wu Ming's body became lighter and lighter, the gray stream of light became more solid, suddenly turning into iron chains, penetrating Wu Ming's body, and constantly wandering around. Every time it shook, it would take away a large amount of flesh and blood. Gradually, Wu Ming
Ming became a bloody man, and bones with blood attached to them could be seen everywhere.
No matter what moves he uses and how much he has learned in his life, it is all to no avail!
"I am the descendant of the dragon, Hua Xia Wu Ming, how can I be bullied by you, a bunch of arrogant people?"
Wu Ming laughed angrily, stamped his feet violently, his figure suddenly swelled, golden light shone around the world, and the appearance of King Ming suddenly appeared, his eight arms danced wildly, and the torn gray chains of resentment rattled, as if they were about to collapse at any time.
Countless soldiers and armor were shaken away by its violent power, and a large open space appeared, but no ghosts could get close!
"kill!"
But the secret technique has not been broken, and the fighting spirits are immortal. They swarmed up and bit the Ming King Dharma Appearance, forming a mountain. No matter how hard the Ming Dharma Appearance struggled and how many fighting souls were killed, they still could not get out of the trap.
Gradually, King Ming's dharma appeared to be broken, his arms were torn off one by one, countless fighting spirits bit him, he pulled at his legs, and he roared at the chains, which actually fixed King Ming's dharma in place.
"cut!"
In the howling of the wind, the war flags roared, and suddenly turned into a black ghost-headed sword with a thousand feet, slashing down from the sky, as if the sword broke through the heaven and the earth.
Under the heavy pressure, thousands of fighting souls lay low, and everything seemed to be still!
"kill!"
The King of Ming Dynasty looked up to the sky and screamed angrily, struggling hard, but he couldn't even get rid of the battle soul lock. It seemed that everything was doomed!
Buzz!
Cut it down with one knife, break the head of the Dharma Prime Minister, cut it in two with one knife, and finish it like a flowing cloud!
Bang!
King Ming's dharma image exploded with a bang, turning into countless golden lights that shot out, illuminating the entire battlefield. The complete fighting spirit was beaten into a sieve, wailing and drifting away, but it spread throughout the world as soon as possible.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a great revenge avenged?
The ripples on the ghost head sword are surging, and the shadow of the battle flag reappears. It seems that after killing the target, it is about to return to its original form!
roar!
At this moment, the dragon's roar shook the sky, and the scattered golden light shrank into a ball, shining like the sun in this strange space, making all shadows unable to hide, and thousands of war spirits disappeared before they even had time to scream.
Be nothing!
Buzz!
The ghost-headed sword suddenly shook, as if it was shocked. In an instant, all the ripples were restored, and it condensed into a size of ten thousand feet. The tip of the sword was raised upward, pointing diagonally at the sky, and it seemed that it would be chopped down in the next moment.
Hoho!
The dragon roared angrily, the heaven and earth shook, and a sharp point suddenly emerged from the golden light group, with endless edge, magnified countless times in the blink of an eye, it seemed that this was the only edge left in the world.
Buzz!
The ghost-headed sword fell with a buzzing sound, and the endless gray mist between heaven and earth condensed, turning into runes and integrating into the blade. If you look carefully, you will see that they are ferocious and wailing faces, which are the countless powerful enemies that Wu Ming has killed.
Bang!
But this time, the Ghost Head Sword did not cut into pieces of the golden ball of light. Instead, it was choked by a huge green-gold claw that could cover the sky and cover the sky from the ball of light.
Crunch!
Amidst the ear-piercing explosions, the five claws that were as sharp as the blades of a divine weapon flashed, and the runes transformed into countless ferocious ghost faces collapsed. As the ghost-headed sword was forcibly pushed up into the air, like an old tree root,
Stout, covered with solid gold and iron, with majestic and noble arms protruding from the golden light.
Immediately afterwards, there was half a body, winding like a river, with clouds on its back and temples like a dog with white clouds, clouds and mist lingering like mountains and rivers, and armor and scales like stars covering its body. It was a five-clawed golden dragon!
roar!
The five-clawed golden dragon looked up to the sky and roared angrily. The golden light suddenly condensed like the sun, floating under the dragon's beard jaws, shining brightly and sweeping away the filth in the world.
roar!
The ghost-headed sword seemed to feel the provocation, trembled crazily, and emitted a clanging sound of gold and iron, as harsh and heart-wrenching as the wails of all the ghosts in hell. The ferocious ghost head at the end of the handle seemed to have come to life, and exploded into a ball of black.
Gray fog.
roar!
The five-clawed golden dragon snakes up, grabs the ghost-headed sword and rushes into the air, tearing wildly, surrounded by black mist, and the legendary dragon's head but not its tail complement each other!
The golden light and the black mist were glued together, making a horrifying hissing sound, as if ice cubes suddenly fell into the cooking oil in a raging fire. As the endless gray air flow from the sky to the earth poured in, the black mist became more solid, and suddenly turned into a head of a statue.
A ferocious bull-headed devil with two horns!
"kill!"
The bull-headed evil ghost held the ghost-headed sword in both hands and fought with the golden dragon like a living creature. The battle between the two behemoths set off huge waves. The whole space was buzzing and there were even layers of invisible ripples, as if it couldn't bear it.
, is about to collapse!
In just a short moment, there was nothing else in the space, only two behemoths were left entangled with each other.
Sometimes the evil ghost punches and kicks, slashes with swords, sometimes the golden dragon kills with its sharp claws, and the dragon's tail sweeps across, making the sky dark and the earth dark.
One occupies the home court, thanks to the support of his own iron will, and the other relies on secret techniques and precious treasures to connect the resentful souls in the world who are related to Wu Ming. It is true that he will meet a good talent and an opponent.
Gradually, the golden light around the golden dragon dimmed, thousands of dragon scales fell like stars, and the aura fell again and again; the bull-headed evil ghost could no longer absorb the resentment from the world, and the black mist was pierced by the golden light, becoming more and more ethereal, and it became more obvious when waving the ghost-headed sword.
Feeling weak.
The most obvious thing is that the Ghost Head Sword, which was originally 10,000 feet in size, is now only 10,000 feet in size, and is as soft as a strip of cloth, as if it will transform into the battle flag at any time.
"kill!"
The bull-headed evil ghost seemed to know that continuing like this was not an option, so it suddenly converged all the black mist, shrunk to a size of a hundred feet in an instant, condensed into a solid body again, and suddenly shook off the ghost-headed sword.
roar!
The golden dragon hovered in the mid-air, roared toward the sky, and spit out golden light downwards. The sun-like dragon ball under its jaws merged into it in a flash. During the rumbling sound, it turned into a golden lightning, like the spear of the God of Thunder, across the sky.
Boom!
The sword and the spear intersected, the sky and the earth shook violently, and the dazzling light was generous. The ghost-headed sword whined, broke every inch, and turned into the original shape of the battle flag. It fell softly from the impact of the golden thunder spear, and scattered with a bang.
roar!
The bull-headed evil spirit roared like thunder. He raised his arms to block it, but was instantly pierced by the thunder spear. His arms suddenly turned into nothingness, and then his chest. For a time, endless thunder light ravaged, entangled the evil spirit's whole body, and seemed to have turned into a big giant.
net.
Bang!
In the end, the evil ghost exploded into black mist, and could no longer withstand the impact of the thunder. It screamed and rose into the sky. At some point, an invisible crack appeared in the sky.
roar!
The golden dragon refused to give up and pounced forward, biting the black mist and swallowing it bit by bit. The golden light shined brightly, illuminating the world, and endless cracks appeared layer by layer.
The strange and bizarre space is like a space composed of countless mirrors. As the golden dragon continues to shrink, it finally turns into the human heart, and then breaks and collapses inch by inch! (To be continued)