Wuming's ultimate trick, 'Meteor Turns into Rain', countless flying knives rushed towards Mu Lingtian in dense numbers.
'Ice Dream Fireworks' Several strange sword edges rushed out from Mu Lingtian's hand and flew towards Wuming in random directions.
The sword edge collided with the nameless flying knife. Those strange sword edges exploded like fireworks, spreading to the surroundings. One turned into two, two turned into four. Countless sword edges bounced away randomly, blowing away the nameless flying knife. Meteor completely defeated!
Seeing his flying knife being knocked down by the sword's edge, Wuming did not flinch. He was mentally prepared to die.
Like exploding fireworks, there are more and more sword blades, covering everything, sweeping towards the unknown.
Faced with the disparity in strength among the Sixteen Immortal Killing Swords, even if Wuming was unwilling to give in, even if he wanted to kill Mu Lingtian ten thousand times, he could only watch the sword edge break through his defense and cut his arm.
But even if Wuming risked his life, he couldn't get close to Mu Lingtian.
A sword edge broke through all obstacles, exploded in front of Wuming, transformed into six sword edges, and flew towards Wuming!
"Third brother, wait!"
Wu Yi flew over, trying to stop Mu Lingtian, but it was already too late. Although Mu Lingtian heard Wu Yi's voice and withdrew most of his strength, the six-pointed sword was too late to stop!
Wuming tried his best to decide the outcome with one blow, but had no intention of surviving, so these six sword edges hit Wuming hard on the shoulders and chest!
Wuming was hit by six sword blades. Under the impact of the sword blades, his body lost balance and rolled backwards.
Mu Lingtian stopped!
The remaining sword edges that were already close to Wuming's eyes turned into a wisp of white air and disappeared.
Wuming rolled on the ground several times and finally stopped, his chest already stained red with blood.
Mu Lingtian looked coldly at Wuming lying on the ground, and slowly put down the Remnant in his hand.
Wuming coughed, "Bah!" He spit out the blood in his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled sarcastically, covered his chest, and stood up.
Wu Yi held Huaying tightly in his hand, his eyes full of murderous intent, but he sneered: "The King of Killers is nothing more than that!"
Wuming looked at the masked man in black and smiled calmly: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The only fault is that I am too impatient."
"Really? I don't think so. In this game of life and death, if you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself for being stupid!" Wu Yi raised the painting and pointed it at Wuming. The hatred in his eyes could be seen. Gong Daitian: "Let's end it today."
Wuming smiled dismissively: "Just you?"
Wu Yi clenched his left hand into a fist and put it behind his back: "You are injured, I only use one hand!"
Wuming didn't say anything, and sneered with a sarcastic smile, his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent: "Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you."
While speaking, Wuming suddenly took action, wanting to strike first. He kicked his feet fiercely and rushed towards Wu Yi with all his strength.
Wu Yi had already guessed that Wuming would be like this, so as soon as Wuming made a move, he also rushed towards Wuming.
Although Wuming seemed to be very impulsive, one thing he knew very well was that Wu Yi was not stupid and he would not do anything he was not sure about. Although his kung fu was much higher than that of Wu Yi, facing Wu Yi at this moment, Wuming did not Dare to be careless, and because he had just fought so hard with Mu Lingtian, he had very few flying knives left, so he had to play steadily and find Wu Yi's flaws in order to win by surprise.
Everyone has their own plans, but Wu Yi is just the opposite. He will not give Wuming a chance to think. He will kill Wuming with one strike and will not give Wuming a chance to fight back. Otherwise, in terms of strength, he will not be able to defeat Wuming.
Wu Yi held Huaying and put his hands behind his back!
Wuming had seen Wu Yi use this move, the three deadly moves of Qisha Sword Technique. Wuming was shocked, stopped, switched from attack to defense, and took several steps back.
When Huaying caught up with Wuming, he swept across from Wuming's lower body.
Wuming almost used moves similar to Yi Xiaopeng's to dodge the first two moves. Seeing Huaying slipping out of Wu Yi's hands and spinning towards him, Wuming had no choice but to take advantage of them.
Wuming held a dagger in one hand, and while retreating, he carefully paid attention to the flying figures and the rushing Wu Yi.
Huaying and Wu Yi were getting closer and closer to Wuming, and Wuming had to prepare to take the blow forcefully. Just when Huaying was about to touch Wuming, Wuming held the dagger in Wuming's hand, and when he was about to take Huaying's blow, Wu Yi suddenly backhanded him. He grabbed the spinning figure, sideways away from Wuming's front, and stabbed Wuming's right waist with his backhand.
Wuming was shocked, but it was too late to defend or dodge. In the panic, he had to use all his strength. The dagger in his right hand stabbed Wu Yi's arm, and at the same time he flew sideways, trying to avoid Huaying.
Wuming's dagger stabbed hard into Wu Yi's hand and shoulder, but Wuming's silhouette was dodged by Wuming, but at this moment Wuming's whole body was floating in the air, without any fulcrum.
Wu Yi didn't yell, but gritted his teeth, with a cruel look in his eyes! This is the last of the three deadly moves, killing one thousand enemies and damaging yourself eight hundred!
At this moment, Wuming saw Wu Yi's eyes. He seemed to understand something, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes!
That's right, at this moment Wuming had no ability to resist at all. Wu Yi turned to the left, his left hand was exposed, and a dagger that had been prepared stabbed Wuming's right arm with his backhand. There was a sharp pain, and Wuming let go. He lost the dagger in his hand and lost his balance in the air. Wu Yi also let go of the dagger and grabbed Wuming's right hand.
As soon as Wuming's feet landed on the ground following Wu Yi's pull, Wu Yi's silhouette was already placed on Wuming's abdomen.
Wuming himself bumped into Huaying, and Huaying penetrated Wuming's abdomen!
Wu Yi gasped for air, gritted his teeth, and all the hatred in his eyes was returned to Wuming at this moment.
Wuming was no longer able to resist, and the dagger in his left hand fell to the ground. He looked at his abdomen and Wu Yi, gritting his teeth and persisting.
Blood began to pour out of Wuming's mouth. With his last breath, Wuming smiled: "Do you think killing me is revenge? I am just one of them. Even if you, Wu Yi, are extremely smart, you will never guess that Who is the buyer!”
"I will never guess. No matter who he is, I will make him pay the price, just like you!" Wu Yi slowly pulled out the painting.
Wuming gritted his teeth, stared, looked at Wu Yi and Mu Lingtian who was not far away, pointed his left hand at Mu Lingtian and made a fist: "Wu Yi...Mu...Ling...tian..."
Large mouthfuls of blood poured out from Wuming's mouth. Wuming fell down with his eyes open in a painful expression.
