Wuming was not only scheming, but also proficient in the art of disguise, and was even more proficient in flying knives. With the two small flying knives in his hands, he blocked every one of Su Yurong's swords.
Whether it was moves or internal strength, Su Yurong was no match for Wuming. Within two moves, Su Yurong was clearly at a disadvantage and was kicked twice by Wuming.
Su Yurong's move "Yangchun March" turned around and stabbed Wuming with a backhand sword.
The flying knife in Wuming's right hand caught Su Yurong's sword. The flying knife slid along Su Yurong's sword towards Su Yurong. He also followed the flying knife and rotated towards Su Yurong. At the same time, the flying knife in his left hand turned towards Su Yurong. Yu Rong stabbed away.
Su Yurong was shocked, and hurriedly took back the sword in her hand, and waved her sword horizontally towards Wuming, trying to force Wuming back, while grabbing Wuming's left hand with her left hand.
Wuming sneered, and with a quick movement of his left hand that was grabbed by Su Yurong, the flying knife changed its position in his hand, and stabbed Su Yurong's left wrist with the knife.
There was a burst of pain, and although Su Yurong did not cry out, she still frowned.
Su Yurong gritted her teeth and endured it. She gathered the inner strength of her left hand and turned Wuming's hand over, wanting to give Wuming a slap.
But Wuming's whole body turned around following Su Yurong's power, and with another mysterious little movement of his left hand, the flying knife was directed towards Su Yurong. With the help of the power of his fingers, he threw the flying knife in his hand towards Su Yurong.
The flying knife followed Su Yurong's arm and flew directly towards Su Yurong. Su Yurong was so shocked that she had to turn her head to avoid the fatal flying knife.
But when Wuming saw Su Yurong about to dodge the flying knife, he suddenly grabbed Su Yurong's wrist with his backhand, and with a strong force on Su Yurong's injured wrist, he turned Su Yurong over and dragged him towards him.
Su Yurong was flipped over by Wuming, and she lost her balance. Wuming's flying knife slashed across Su Yurong's right arm.
What follows is a nameless fatal blow.
A sword edge, carrying killing intent, spun towards this side.
Of course Wuming heard the movement and felt the presence of Jian Feng. The moment he turned around, he frowned and made a decision. In order to avoid Jian Feng, he let go of Su Yurong's hand and slapped Su Yurong. Use the strength of your palms to back away.
"Ahem..." Seeing that Su Yurong was injured, how could Mu Lingtian be able to hold his own, standing not far away, holding Canshang in his hand, looking at Wuming coldly.
Su Yurong had been injured by Wuming on both legs, and now her right arm and left wrist were injured. She was no match for Wuming.
There was blood on the corners of Su Yurong's mouth. She gritted her teeth, supported her body with her sword, stood up, held her dislocated left arm, and looked at Wuming.
Su Yurong wants to protect Mu Lingtian. She will not let anyone hurt Mu Lingtian. Even if she sacrifices her life, she will not let anyone hurt Mu Lingtian's hair unless he steps over her body. .
Mu Lingtian had just been injured, and Wuming was so powerful. At this moment, Mu Lingtian might not be Wuming's opponent, so Su Yurong's only way was to use all means to delay time and wait for Tang Jing and others to come back.
Su Yurong gritted her teeth and raised the sword in her hand...
"Ahem... Yu Rong, you are no match for him!"
"But…"
Mu Lingtian interrupted Su Yurong. He knew that he and Wuming were bound to die, so this battle was inevitable: "Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."
Su Yurong no longer has any fighting ability, and Luoxue doesn't know martial arts, so now is a good time to kill Mu Lingtian.
Of course, Su Yurong also knew that she was not an unknown opponent, and the current plan could only be this. At worst, when Mu Lingzhen was really in danger, Su Yurong would not be too late to fight with all her strength.
Wuming held a flying knife and looked at Mu Lingtian with murderous eyes. As long as nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely kill Mu Lingtian this time and wash away the shame of the killer world.
"Ahem..."
Mu Lingtian has long been accustomed to such days. As long as he is alive and as long as he has not fallen, his life and death will depend on his sword. What is in his hands is not the ruin, but his life. At least now he still has it. Don't want to die!
Su Yurong stepped back, Luoxue supported Su Yurong, and the two looked at Mu Lingtian worriedly.
When Wuming and Su Yurong were fighting, Mu Lingtian was also watching Wuming's moves carefully, but he didn't find any flaws in Wuming, so in his current state, he was not sure of victory.
Mu Lingtian had no choice. He only had one chance to survive. Even with his bloodthirsty madness, he couldn't last long.
But he couldn't afford to lose this battle. Wuming wanted to fight quickly, and he wanted to fight quickly.
Mu Lingtian placed Canshang in front of his eyes and grabbed the sharp Canshang with his left hand!
"Ling Tian..." "Young Master..."
Blood flowed out from the gaps between Mu Lingtian's fingers and dripped on the ground.
Mu Lingtian let go of Canshang, put his left hand in front of his eyes, and let himself be immersed in the sight and smell of blood.
Wuming naturally knows Mu Lingtian very well. He also knows that Mu Lingtian will become crazy when encountering blood. However, he does not know why Mu Lingtian behaves like this, so he does not know what will happen to Mu Lingtian after he becomes crazy. It will become more terrifying.
But Wuming is not stupid. He knows what Mu Lingtian wants to do. He will not give Mu Lingtian a chance to go crazy. The flying knives in his hands fly towards Mu Lingtian. At the same time, he reaches his waist with both hands and draws out six more flying knives. .
The medicine given by Mo Bai has suppressed Mu Lingtian's bloodthirsty madness a lot. Mu Lingtian even feels that he can control the inner demon, but now he needs that power, and he is willing to be swallowed by that power. .
Mu Lingtian was still unleashing his madness, and the seven flying knives were already approaching. He used all his inner strength to slide the ruins, as if a powerful aura was shattered by Mu Lingtian, and countless sword edges rushed out from the ruins.
As soon as Wuming came closer, he rolled backwards from the air in surprise, and at the same time, several flying knives flew towards Mu Lingtian.
Although Mu Lingtian's eyes did not turn blood red, the blood-colored ocean in Mu Lingtian's mind was looming, as if in the mist, he felt an inexplicable heart-gnawing, like a clear stream, in that patch of water. It became a force in the bloody ocean, chilling the entire bloody ocean, chilling my own madness, chilling my own hatred, chilling everything, and chilling my own heart, as if I had fallen into another world.
And that clear flow brought the powerful power hidden in Mu Lingtian's body.
Although he had gained the power of bloodthirsty madness, Mu Lingtian's consciousness was still very clear, as if he had never been so clear before.
The constant flow of power made Mu Lingtian feel that he had never been so powerful! It seems that he has endless power. Now, let alone one nameless person, even ten nameless people will not take him seriously!
