Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters support monument V support monument
"None of the elite descendants of the tribes in the Daxianbei Mountains came forward. It must be your handiwork, right?"
The first, a tall, muscular, dark-skinned young man wearing shorts, looked down at Wu Ming. Although he was asking, his tone was as if the evidence was solid and he was extremely sure.
Wu Ming recognized this person. He was one of the young men of the Danshan tribe who had greeted Mr. Shan on the stone platform outside Heilong Ridge. His name was Song Tan. He was also one of the strongest peak masters he had ever seen in the Danshan tribe.
"Sixth brother, what are you talking to him about? This guy is nothing at first sight. He has a sinister look and looks like a slave seeking glory!"
A skinny young man said extremely viciously.
"Um?"
Song Tan glanced at him indifferently, and immediately silenced the latter. He immediately looked at Wu Mingdao, "To be disrespectful, that person is an outsider after all. You and I are the same human race. We should move forward hand in hand and move forward hand in hand.
To contribute to the inheritance of the human race, why do you have to work for that person and make it difficult for me to carry the mountain line?"
The others looked angrily and stared at Wu Ming, as if they were looking at a demon and barbarian, sharing the same hatred!
"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"What a person who has been entrusted by others and is loyal to others!"
Song Tan frowned, his face became a bit gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "For your own sake, you have ruined our family's plan, messed up the layout of the temples, and affected the inheritance of the human race. It's just like the rumors. You are so open-minded."
In a narrow sense, selfish!"
"Enough said?"
Wu Ming's eyes remained calm, he turned his head slightly, raised his fingers provocatively and said, "Enough is enough, come and die quickly, I'm in a hurry!"
"court death!"
The skinny young man could no longer get used to Wu Ming being so arrogant. Without waiting for Song Tan to speak, he swayed, leaving afterimages all over the ground, and ran like a wild bull, punching Wu Ming directly.
What's especially terrifying is that the energy on his fist peak surges like a wave, thunder roars, and bursts of astonishing sonic booms. His seemingly skinny body actually contains such strange power.
It's a pity that even so, it's still a bit inferior to the top foreign warriors I met earlier.
"careful!"
Song Tan's original intention was to let his brother test him out, but when he saw Wu Ming's indifferent expression and even waited patiently for the young man to rush forward before slowly raising his hand, his heart skipped a beat.
Snap!
Amidst the horrifying sound of bones cracking, the young man screamed, clutching his broken arm and staggering back, almost simultaneously with Song Tan's shout.
Poof!
But before he could rescue him, he saw Wu Ming's feet slip slightly, and he stepped forward like a dragon. With his right hands pointing like swords, he flashed past the young man's neck, and his head with a frozen look of astonishment rose into the sky.
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"Xiao Tai!"
"How dare you?"
"I want your life!"
The eyes of several young men and women instantly became red, and they rushed towards Wu Ming like crazy. Terrifying power fluctuations surged around their bodies, and the vibrating void buzzed endlessly.
What was frightening was that even in the midst of their rage, the six young men and women who took action still surrounded Wu Ming in a strange way, maximizing the power of their own moves.
"Combined attack technique!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, and took a step forward with a normal expression. He completely ignored the six attacks that could severely damage the Grand Master, and went straight towards Song Tan, who was frowning and furious, as fast as lightning.
"Since you are eager to seek death, I will help you!"
Facing the menacing Wu Ming, Song Tan did not retreat but advanced. He stepped out boldly and slapped him down like thunder.
Buzz!
Vaguely, wind, thunder, and sonic explosions roared together, and the sky above the stone platform became dark. Terrifying suppressive power surged into his palm from all directions, and then spread along his five fingers, extending to Wu in an unusual and mysterious way.
Ming's surroundings completely blocked all escape routes.
"Hey, the Eight Methods of Danshan - Suppressing Chaos!"
Wu Ming smiled, then suddenly lowered his waist and stood up. In a situation where he wanted to do whatever he wanted, he changed his moves in an instant, and his palms flew upward fiercely.
Buzz!
Indistinctly, a huge beast with a dragon head, antlers, lion eyes, a tiger's back, dragon scales, and an ox tail roared proudly. It was the auspicious beast Qilin. It raised its hooves and stepped on the ground. The entire stone platform suddenly shook as Wu Ming slapped his palms.
The invisible force of sealing the town, as this force surged forward, was completely unable to withstand it, and subsequently collapsed.
"throat!"
Song Tan's expression changed drastically, and he staggered back with a groan.
Bang bang bang!
Six fierce attacks, the shadows of his palms and fists scattered all over the sky, and he hit Wu Ming on the back. Under the terrifying impact, he took two steps forward, and the pale golden light and shadow flashed around him, and he seemed to be completely fine.
, with one wrong step, an unparalleled edge rose upside down.
"Quickly retreat!"
Song Tan shouted sharply, ignoring the qi and blood churning in his body, he jumped up high, his right arm swelled as if it was inflated, and his fist as big as a bowl had a metallic luster, and he smashed Wu Ming's head hard.
There was a muffled sound and a flash of blood. The four young men and women of the Danshan tribe who could not dodge suddenly retreated, covering their arms or waist and abdomen. The other two people saw the opportunity quickly and were not injured. However, looking at the miserable condition of their brothers and sisters, they all felt...
Pale in shock.
It was unimaginable that Wu Ming, who had always used his combined attack skills to fight against enemies and even defeat ordinary great masters, was so vulnerable to a second-level master!
"Take the mountain—throw the wood!"
The corners of Wu Ming's mouth were slightly raised, his backhand sword moves remained unchanged, and even the chaotic and orderly footwork under his feet was even more rapid and violent. The sword light formed by using his hand instead of the sword was as real as a galaxy hanging upside down.
As Song Tan struck down with a punch, the pillar-like pressure that had invisibly restrained Wu Ming opened like paper from bottom to top, and the unparalleled sharpness instantly struck the peak of his fist.
The sharp sound of chi-ka-gold iron suddenly sounded, and there was a sudden burst of blood on the Songtan Fist Peak, and the person staggered and flew away again.
"Brother Six!"
The six people screamed and ran away, and the four took advantage of the situation to attack in order to disrupt his pursuit of victory. The remaining two people blocked the way to prevent any unexpected events and protected Song Tan.
It can be seen that they often practice together, otherwise they would not be able to make such optimal choices in battle.
"interesting!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, casually scattered the attacks of the four peak body-refining masters, and rushed over without slowing down at all.
"Deploy the formation and mount the mountain with eight branches!"
Song Tan shouted angrily, soared into the sky again, and in mid-air, he assumed a mysterious posture and released the power of his energy and blood without any scruples.
Wu Ming felt it roughly and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
He is worthy of being an elite member of the Danshan clan. With his astonishing aura alone, he is no weaker than some monsters and barbarians who are famous for their physical strength. Looking at the human race, he is also a first-rate existence.
But it's a pity that Wu Ming, who is no weaker than the Sky Demon and even excels in some aspects, is still not enough.
Before he finished speaking, the remaining four people did not entangle with Wu Ming at all. They tried their best to avoid his attack range, ducked and fell below Song Tan, and formed a formation with the other two people.
Buzz!
Vaguely, waves of the same kind of aura emerged, suddenly condensing into one strand in some strange way, echoing Song Tan, and even merging into one in the blink of an eye.
Although they are not completely consistent with it, the energy of the seven people seems to be one body, and the aura they exude is completely comparable to that of a grand master, and is even better than that of an ordinary grand master.
If he were a real grand master, Wu Ming would definitely be in a very awkward situation, but the opponent only reached the level of the emperor in terms of quantity, but his skills were far behind.
As for Wu Ming himself, he was slightly inferior in terms of quantity, but far superior in skill. It was exactly the opposite.
"Tombstone!"
There was a dark red light and shadow on Song Tan's body, and he shouted angrily in a solemn and solemn voice. He stretched out his right palm from a distance towards Wu Ming, and instantly turned it over to lift it up.
"Haha, do you want to support the monument? I can do it too!"
Feeling the vibration under his feet, Wu Ming smiled sarcastically, and thrust out his right arm. The golden shadow of the mountains on his wrist flickered, condensing into a monument-shaped shadow, supporting the sky and the ground.
At the same time, the feet of the seven people in Songtan were also vibrating endlessly. Although it was far less dramatic than the movement under Wu Ming's feet, it gave people an unusually dull and heavy feeling, especially the heavy pressure exerted by the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal invisibly on the hearts of the seven people.
, making the seven people's heads tremble in unison, and their power was instantly reduced by three points.
"Damn it, come and die!"
Song Tan stumbled, almost falling, his eyes were about to burst, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he raised his arm sharply.
Amidst the loud buzzing sound, both sides were lifted up by terrifying power at the same time. The difference was that Wu Ming held up seven of the other side.
The seven people looked extremely ugly. They never expected that the combined power of the seven people could only reach this level. What they couldn't accept was that a foreigner could use his own unique skills to fight against them.
To put it bluntly, Wu Ming is a monk who became a monk on the way, but his sutras are infinitely better than those of the Danshan clan who came from a major. How can he be tolerated?
"Hmph, don't be complacent. If you hadn't killed Song Tai in a sneak attack, you would be a dead person now!"
Song Tan said coldly.
"Yeah?"
Wu Ming smiled evilly, and under the horrified gazes of the seven people, he actually took one step, two steps, and came straight to the front.
It was unimaginable that even though both sides had gathered all their strength to confront each other, why was Wu Ming able to move against common sense!
"That's not how the stele is used!"
Until he came a few feet away, Wu Ming's Buddha robes surged around him, and suddenly he separated from his body and disintegrated. However, in the blink of an eye, a nine-foot-tall phantom condensed, making the same movements as Wu Ming, and slowly moved his right hand.
Lift up.
"impossible……"
Song Tan's whole body was shaking violently. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the trajectory formed by the power fluctuations emitted by the shadow made of golden light. It was so far away that he put his arm under his ribs.
Then, he grabbed his arm and then raised it up. There was a sharp cracking sound, and his right arm snapped. The scary bone spurs penetrated the arm, and blood spurted out all over his head and face.
"ah……"
Song Tan howled miserably, and his whole body's strength suddenly collapsed. The remaining six people groaned and backed away as if they had been hit hard. They looked at Wu Ming in horror. They really couldn't believe that this was the strength that a second-level master could possess.
"Let's go, you go quickly, tell Laosan and the others..."
Song Tan had just landed, regardless of the severe injuries caused by his broken arm and the surging blood and blood in his body, he rushed towards Wu Ming like crazy.
"Brother Six!"
Except for one young man who was furious, the remaining five people all rushed towards the entrance not far away. (To be continued)