Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters beat the torrent
"Wu Ming, take one of my moves and carry the mountain and the cauldron!"
Songtan's blood filled his pupils, and the energy and blood all over his body surged like mist. His aura rose again and again, and he suddenly reached the emperor by himself. Behind him was a terrifying phantom that was dozens of feet high and was completely composed of energy and blood.
Looking from a distance, he looks like a hunchbacked old man, but exudes a wild and unyielding spirit. He is carrying an enlarging cloud on his shoulders, like a tripod, a mountain, and the sky and the earth!
"This is so true!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and his hair danced wildly. Faced with such momentum, he advanced instead of retreating and took a fierce step forward.
"We have a mountain to bear but a need to bear!"
But before he could take action, a young man who was stabbed in a diagonal direction rushed towards him like crazy. He stretched out his arms, completely ignoring the gaping hole in his chest. The power of the peak master was completely released, and his arms were extended to the palms of his hands, as if he was hugging the world.
, the surrounding void suddenly shook in circles, and the unusually strong binding force instantly enveloped Wu Ming and shrank inward.
Wu Ming paused for a moment, then stepped out as if nothing had happened. He flexed his right hand into claws and let out a dragon's roar. When the wind and thunder suddenly started, invisible energy blasts roared and flashed, breaking through the restraint barrier like a destructive force.
There was a muffled bang, hitting the man's chest, and a horrifying sound of bones cracking was heard. The man's face suddenly turned as white as paper, his mouth was bleeding, and he fell away.
It's a long story, but it happened in the midst of lightning and flint. At this time, Song Tan had already gathered his strength. Seeing the miserable condition of his brothers, his eyes were about to burst, he was gnashing his teeth and covering his broken arm, and his shoulders were arched upwards.
"die!"
With a sharp shout, and with decisive bravery, the rickety old man behind him who was transformed by Qi and blood seemed to stand upright in an instant, and the cauldron of heaven and earth on his shoulders was also forcibly lifted.
In an instant, terrifying power permeated the entire stone platform. It was as strong as Wu Ming, and he felt that he was being held up by a force that was even more tyrannical than the previous support that the seven people in Danshan had used together to hold up the monument.
The difference is that it came from the ground and bumped itself up, but this force was squeezing from all directions. At the same time, there were countless sharp forces inside, squeezing its body through various orbits,
And while it keeps doubling, it pours outwards.
This power is as straight as the sky tilting and the earth turning upside down!
"snort!"
Wu Ming's indifferent eyes flickered, and he finally became serious, but that was all. He stretched out his left hand slowly but quickly, as if taking it but also lifting it. There was nothing in his hand, but it felt like he was lifting it lightly.
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With a cautious and solemn expression, as if he was inheriting the most precious thing in the world, he raised his right hand only half a beat too slowly.
roar!
In an instant, the pale golden light and shadow flickered behind it, and the nine-foot-long King Ming's Dharma flashed and suddenly turned into a giant bear. A crown like a ten thousand-foot mountain appeared in front of him. His arms bulged, as if he was struggling to hold it up, as if he was trying to give it to himself.
Put it on, and it seems to be put on by Wu Ming.
The bear carries the crown on its back. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight!
As the phantom of the giant bear first appeared, the terrifying squeezing force on the stone platform shuddered violently and was forced open for a few minutes. When the phantom of the crown was raised, there was a dull roar.
, setting off layers of invisible ripples like a counter-shock.
"Pooh!"
As if Song Tan had been hit hard, his forward body suddenly stopped. As blood spurted out of his mouth, blood spurted out from his broken arm. A layer of thick blood-colored mist appeared on his whole body, and the whole person was stained with a trace of blood.
Tragedy and despair!
Carrying a mountain and carrying a cauldron to fight against the heaven and the earth is the secret skill of all races left by the demons and giant spirits. It can be said to be the pinnacle of physical training and martial arts in the world. However, facing the crown that contains the public opinion and the weight of the people's hearts, it is still not enough.
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Water can carry a boat or overturn it. Even the will of heaven and earth cannot change it!
I saw the phantom of the old man trembling violently, and his rickety body almost bent to the ground in an instant. Although he struggled hard several times, as the phantom of the giant cauldron he was carrying collapsed, there was a faint sigh, and his whole body also
Then it burst like a bubble.
Bang!
Song Tan seemed to have lost all his strength, and his majestic and tall body suddenly fell to his knees, his knees making a cracking sound, bone spurs penetrated his trouser legs, and blood flowed profusely. On his blood-stained face, a pair of blood-red eyes remained the same.
He stared at Wu Ming unyieldingly.
"Brother Six!"
The young man used his hands and feet, but due to the serious injury, it was extremely difficult to even crawl, and he kept crying out in grief.
"The Danshan clan finally has a decent one, let's collect his body!"
Wu Ming slowly retracted his hand, with such a calm expression on his face, he stepped straight across the pine tree, passed through the shimmering entrance in a flash, and disappeared in an instant.
When he used the secret technique to stimulate the blood energy in his body, Song Tan was already a dead man, or at least a disabled man. Wu Ming had many ways to spare this man and directly pursue and kill the Danshan clan members who were fleeing for their lives.
Warrior, this is how a warrior dies!
Even if you die on your knees, you can never survive standing up!
"Ah!"
The young man in Danshan screamed sadly and cried incessantly, but no one could hear or see him!
…
Rumble!
Under the dark sky, a river is wider than ever and stretches for an unknown amount of time. It is like an angry dragon rising out of the sea, surging endlessly, setting off huge waves, rising and falling, roaring incessantly.
"This is the last three-ring Nujiang River with eighteen bends in the winding mountain!"
Wu Ming looked around, with a calm expression on his face. He quietly felt the terrifying waves rising and falling under his feet, but his mind was swaying endlessly. He was like a candle in the wind and rain, or like a small boat in the stormy sea, which could capsize at any time.
In order to maintain one's own stability, almost subconsciously, all the strength must be mobilized to grasp everything around that can be fixed, just like a drowning person looking for a life-saving straw.
Plop!
Even with his strong will, he was also affected by the invisible power of this place. He plunged unsteadily into the water and took a deep gulp of water, as if he was really about to drown, choke to death, and feel a helpless despair.
Submerged, about to sink into a drop of water like an endless abyss.
"snort!"
Wu Ming snorted angrily, suppressing the irritability and discomfort caused by the invisible force. The energy surged around his body, and a vacuum was created. He stomped his feet hard, causing the water under his body to sink, and the person flew away.
rise.
Boom!
But the moment he was about to jump out of the water, the turbulent waves rushed towards him like an evil dragon. A fierce force knocked him over and dragged him into the water again.
After several times, Wu Ming felt that he couldn't bear it. The energy in his body was consumed at an unimaginable speed, and it kept getting worse. What was especially terrifying was that this feeling was extremely real.
Based on the degree of control he has over his own power, not to mention being as meticulous as hair, he can at least estimate the general level of consumption. However, it is as if there is an invisible force in the water, sucking away the energy, and he is completely unaware of how it is passing away.
hold head high!
When the waves hit again, Wu Ming's eyes flashed, his arms suddenly shook, and his right hand brushed his waist, as if he had pulled out a magic sword. When he unfolded it, his right hands pointed like swords, and moved around.
Circle and draw.
With a muffled sound, the water waves opened instantly, and the rising dragon's sword light spread throughout the surrounding area, stopping the undulating waves.
"Wandering dragon on the river!"
Wu Ming gave a low shout and rushed out of the water like a swimming dragon. His feet connected, his clothes made a rustling sound, and he actually walked on the waves.
Rumble!
As if being provoked, the river surged and roared with fury. Waves like evil dragons surged endlessly, rushing towards Wu Ming like crazy, trying to knock him back into the water.
"snort!"
Wu Ming's expression returned to normal, he snorted softly, and the sword skills with his right hand remained unchanged. He took a leisurely step like a student swimming in the river, leaving a series of afterimages on the water.
Even though he dodged a few waves, more waves swarmed in, but Wu Ming didn't panic at all. He held the sword secret in his right hand and slid it left and right, and he followed suit and wandered around unsteadily.
"It's an excellent place to practice the Dragon Sword Technique!"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and most of the discomfort in his heart seemed to dissipate in an instant. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped on the dragon steps. He was really walking in the river like a real dragon, despite the turbulent waves, but it could not hurt him.
every cent.
As he moved forward, a sword was swung out, and Wu Ming's understanding of the Wandering Dragon Sword became deeper and deeper. With the help of the Tiandao Martial Jade, he practiced the sword technique to its peak step by step, laying the foundation for the Wuji method.
Although this method has no side effects, it actually lacks a lot of practical training and is inconsistent with Wu Ming's own martial arts progress. As a result, in recent days, he has been feeling a little uncomfortable and is not as comfortable as other martial arts at the same level.
But as the feeling becomes deeper and deeper, all the inconveniences in the past have disappeared, and I have gradually become a good place where I can command you like an arm!
"Kill him!"
In a trance, a sharp shout came, but in Wu Ming's ears, it was like a huge wave of evil dragons. He swung out a sword and it was natural, dividing the river into two parts.
There was a muffled sound, and blood spilled down, filling his cheeks with warmth. As if Wu Ming didn't notice it, he drew his sword again, and a figure followed in two parts and fell silently to the river.
When the other four people saw this, they suddenly felt like they were dead. They didn't dare to delay at all, and ran forward like crazy. However, in their desperation, they forgot the characteristics of this place, and their speed suddenly slowed down and they were entangled by the huge waves.
But what shocked them was that Wu Ming seemed to be completely immersed in his own practice as if he hadn't heard anything. He waved his right arm tirelessly and swept across with fierce sword energy, suppressing thousands of huge waves and unable to lift his head.
After the initial joy of narrowly surviving, the four Danshan tribesmen fell into endless frustration and exhaustion. It turned out that their proud talents and unique skills were so vulnerable in front of a second-level master.
What's funny is that when we first met, I thought about how to teach the other person a lesson and make him embarrassed.
"Don't move around. Wait for him to pass. We will follow and join our brothers and sisters. Then we will join forces to kill him!"
A steady young man said in a deep voice.
Rumble!
But before the words were finished and the others had not responded, the huge waves drowned them. After several exclamations, the four people were no longer seen.
Without fighting spirit, how can one fight the rapids?
Where the sword light flashes in the distance, huge waves are cut like paper, falling to meet each other, and then surge up again the next moment, one after another, as if endless, and like crucian carp crossing the river, like worship, surrounded by real dragons patrolling the river
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"Big waves wash over the sand, and fish leap over the dragon's gate. Is this the true meaning of the Eighteen Bends of the Wangwu Winding Mountain?"
Wu Ming seemed to be tireless, slashing with his sword, his eyes were clear and penetrating, but seemed to have no focus, and he was mumbling to himself, but the sword energy around him was surging, like a divine sword unsheathed! (To be continued)