Chapter eight hundred and fifty first dog barking harassing people
Under the dark night starry sky, two green lanterns slowly rose up from the huge shadow that was coiled like a mountain and was no better than the surrounding tents. It gave off a faint and frightening light, and they were two huge eyes.
"Python Broken Rock!"
Wu Ming stopped and tilted his head slightly.
"Jie Jie, you two-legged sheep, I haven't seen you for several years, your cultivation hasn't improved much!"
Nang Suipan smiled ferociously, looking down at Wu Ming from a high position, with sword-like sharp light shooting out of his cold vertical pupils.
More than three years ago, when the two sides met, Wu Ming was only in his first state of mind. He was already a half-step barbarian king. When they met for the second time, he was a three-level barbarian king, and Wu Ming had just broken through the innateness. Now the gap between the two sides is only two small.
realm.
"Want to fight on wheels?"
Wu Ming asked instead without answering.
"To deal with you, they don't need to take action at all, I am enough! When I crush you to pieces, I will be able to give you the true blood of the Python Saint, and you can directly enter the Barbarian Emperor!"
The snake's mouth is wide open, with two rows of barb-like sharp white teeth slightly staggered, and it makes a sharp, crackling sound. There is a hint of crystal snake saliva emerging, as if it is facing a pile of delicious and tender blood food.
"That's what you said back then!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"court death!"
Python Suipan was furious, and he swung his huge python tail, which was more than ten feet long, like a huge tree sweeping across. The air exploded with a roar, a sonic boom roared, and it was smashed down with the force of wind and thunder.
Compared to the previous King of Barbarians, who was at the pinnacle of the Four Realms, the power of Python Broken Pan was many times greater. The power of this sweep alone was among the best even among the top masters of the human race.
Even ordinary grand masters, or ordinary grand masters who use tricks to break through, have to be careful to deal with this attack.
"boring!"
Wu Ming curled his lips, but didn't see any action. His feet staggered slightly, and his figure seemed to be in a trance.
Bang!
The python's tail descended, causing a huge earthquake on the ground, kicking up a large amount of sand and dust, and all the tents with a radius of a hundred feet were blown away. A faint brilliance shone on the tents in the distance, and then most of the force was slowly relieved, but it was also affected.
For about a thousand feet, it was filled with howls and messes.
"Um?"
The corner of Mang Suipan's mouth almost reached the back of his head, but it immediately froze, because there was no trace of blood on the place where it was hit, and it was an afterimage.
Bang!
Before he could react, Mang Shaopan felt a sudden blow to the back of his head and neck. A tooth-piercing sound of metal shattering hit his ears. The stinging pain instantly swept through his whole body. It was astonishing that Wu Ming had punched a large piece of his back to pieces.
Scale armor.
"impossible!"
The python was horrified, and its powerful fighting instinct allowed it to react immediately, which was to withdraw the python's tail, coil it up, and then shrink its head downwards.
The Python Man was known for its strength, and its defense was not weak. As arrogant as it was, it was never expected that Wu Ming would break through its defense and suffer serious injuries.
"Interesting, when did the python become a tortoise?"
Amidst the faint laughter, Wu Ming did not leave. Instead, he transformed into a gust of wind and appeared on the side of the python. When the python's tail retracted like electricity before it was completely coiled, he fiercely stretched out his right hand to form a claw.
, and caught it with a bang.
Crunch!
With the terrifying power, Wu Ming's right hand was like an iron pincer, tightly squeezing the end of the python's tail. He jumped up violently, and actually pulled the python's broken rock up from the ground, like a huge tree hanging upside down.
Bang!
He shook his right arm without any delay, and with a thunderous sonic boom, an arc appeared on the body of the long python, like a wave board sweeping towards the head, as if it was whipped like a whip.
"Whoa!"
Nang Suipan felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. He was horrified, ashamed and angry.
Although he was shocked that Wu Ming's strength was so terrifying, he was the prince of the Python Barbarian, one of the five majestic barbarian tribes. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
What's more, there seems to be no one around, but in fact there are many powerful people from the barbarian tribe who are secretly paying attention.
Buzz!
With this thought in mind, Mang Suipan used the brute force of his natural blood in his core without hesitation. It was a power that only high-level barbarians could use. With the pure blood power as a medium, and with the help of his own unique secret technique,
You can forcibly borrow a bit of the ancestor's power!
The name of this technique is Blood Spirit Divine Appearance!
The five emperor barbarians do not mean that every member of the tribe is an emperor, but that they are naturally powerful, and their ancestors all produced barbarian saints. Even if a certain generation is cut off, barbarian geniuses with unusually powerful talents will appear in every generation, and they will be promoted to barbarian saints.
It can even be conferred with the help of one's own family group.
Of course, the cost of doing so is extremely high, but the gains are extremely rich, enough to make any barbarian give up something for it.
"Huh?"
Wu Ming raised his brows slightly, and a scene he had seen back then flashed through his mind, and he immediately swung his arm fiercely and smashed the python broken rock down hard.
Buzz!
Infused with violent and unbridled power, Python Broken Pan was whipped into a whip, making a deep dent on the ground, and countless spider web-like cracks spread around it.
But what surprised Wu Ming was that the blue-red light flashing around the body of the Python Broken Pan made its scales seem to have an extra layer of grease, and it seemed to be several times stronger in an instant, and it actually took off his hand with a flick.
"Die, Python Soul Splits the Sky!"
Then they saw the Python Broken Pan's long body twisting around, and suddenly it was coiled like a mountain again. The four thick arms under its neck held up four ferocious weapons and struck fiercely into the air.
What is particularly terrifying is that the blue-red light and shadow flickering around it is as dense as a cloud, and it is as if it is the dharma image of a human race master. A huge and ferocious shadow a hundred feet high is condensed behind it, flashing with terrifying pressure.
It contains unspeakable cruelty and bloodthirsty, which makes people's hearts flutter and arouses the source of the deepest fear in their hearts. Even a half-saint can't raise any heart of resistance.
This is the true power of the Blood Spirit God's Strike. Executed by Python Broken Rock, it is a real Barbarian King's Strike. Its real power lies in that it can frighten the opponent's will and greatly reduce his combat power.
It had to be shaken hard, it was truly a killing blow.
"I see!"
Wu Ming suddenly realized that there was not even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes. He was in mid-air, and when his feet moved slightly, he saw afterimages, as if the spaces were overlapping.
In an instant, seven Wu Ming appeared around the python broken rock. If you look at it from above, it is not difficult to find that its foothold is in the shape of the Big Dipper, like a spoon. In the twists and turns, it just missed the huge python soul.
All the strongest points of the Phantom attack.
"impossible!"
Nang Suipan's vertical pupils narrowed to a point, and he exclaimed in surprise. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had hit the cotton ball with all his strength, but it was empty and useless.
"Wandering dragon on the river!"
Without waiting for its reaction, Wu Ming suddenly pointed his swords at the same time. The seven phantoms were like entities, and they all brushed downwards. The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth undulated, and amidst the dragon's roar, the monstrous sword light suddenly rose from top to bottom.
, just like cutting through waves, easily breaking through the weakest point of the python soul.
Python Suipan hurriedly tried to turn the python soul, but found that it was too late, and was instantly nailed to the ground like seven golden nails that penetrated the sky and the earth.
Poof!
Comparable to gold and iron, the scales that are difficult to damage by ordinary mysterious soldiers were broken open like tofu. The seven wounds spurted a large cloud of blood mist. The painful python shattered and screamed, twisting and twisting, but it could not break free no matter what.
.
"hehe!"
Seven figures suddenly overlapped and turned into Wu Ming himself. He landed on top of Nang Suipan's head with an indifferent expression. His right hand was slung behind his back, and the sword light on the index fingers that were brought together was hesitant.
"snort!"
Under the dark night, there was a cold snort coming from the distant golden dome tent. Wu Ming was shaken, his body swayed slightly, he frowned, and with a calm expression, he stepped over the python rock that was as soft as mud, and walked inside.
Puff puff puff!
It was not until dozens of feet away that the light golden light beam, which was as solid as a sword, exploded for the first time. After all seven of them were blown away, Python Broken Pan was covered in blood, and the splashing blood stains covered a hundred feet in radius. It was extremely miserable.
, the breath was even more depressed to the extreme.
The dim vertical pupils were full of resentment and fear. He stared at the direction where Wu Ming disappeared for a long time, and then he meandered along the gap in the tent dejectedly.
"I thought I was the first to meet you!"
After dozens of miles of calm and uneventful journey, Wu Ming looked ahead in surprise. Even in the dark night, his golden hair was extremely bright, like a lion made of gold - the wild lion!
"I am not the loser like Sui Pan!"
The lion's clouds buzzed like thunder, and their temples danced wildly. They were bold and arrogant, and stared at Wu Ming with a pair of copper bell-ringed eyes. Although they tried their best to hide it with contempt, the fluctuations in their eyes still betrayed the shock in his heart.
As an old rival, apart from his own family, no other barbarian knew the strength of Mang Suipan better than him. He never expected that he would be defeated so quickly.
Moreover, the fluctuation just now was clearly the blood spirit form, which showed that even the power of pressing the bottom of the box was used, but Wu Ming was unscathed. This already showed that the strength of the two was not on the same level, but it believed even more that Wu Ming was playing tricks.
How could the Lion Man Prince, who was able to compete with the Human Slave Grandmaster without falling behind, lose to a second-level Grandmaster?
"hehe!"
Wu Ming curled his lips and said calmly, "A good dog doesn't block the way!"
"you……"
With a single word, Shi Mangyun's gathered aura suddenly plummeted to a low point. However, his angry eyes instantly turned red and his hair stood on end, just like a poodle enlarged hundreds of times with explosive hair!
Hoho!
The thunderous lion's roar turned into invisible light waves and came out layer by layer. The agitated spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged like waves, overflowing in all directions. The light on the surrounding tents rattled, then went out, and then exploded into pieces.
Many barbarians who wanted to watch the excitement were bleeding from their orifices, wailing and rolling to death. Although there were strong men hidden in the dark who took action, they were still a step too late. Hundreds of people were killed or wounded, leaving a mess all over the place.
"Hey, stop barking. Don't you know that barking dogs are disturbing the people? Do you have any sense of justice?"
Wu Ming scratched his ears and said dissatisfied.
"How come?"
Shi Mangyun seemed to be strangled by invisible hands, his eyes widened.
"Are you going to give way yourself, or are you going to let me beat you down?"
Wu Ming stepped forward calmly, as if no matter what Shi Mangyun's reply was, he would walk straight over.
"I don't believe it. I have received the holy blood from my holy ancestor to enhance my bloodline. My body of sinews, bones, flesh and blood has reached the level of a golden lion. How can I be inferior to you, a two-legged sheep?"
Shi Mangyun wielded a huge claw that was as sharp as any mysterious weapon, drawing sharp rays of light in the air and cutting towards Wu Ming. (To be continued)