There are flowers all over the flower path, and the little old man is standing among the colorful flowers. This is indeed a good place for a decisive battle.
Wu Ming put his hands behind his back, turned around with a smile and said: "People like you and me exist in this world, but one person is enough. If you and I were still alive in this world, the world would be too small. No less than you and me.”
Both of them are extremely proud people. Their pride is different from other people, but their pride is higher than that of the world. Since there is a demon king doing whatever he wants in this world, little old man Wu Ming should not exist.
In their opinion, the world can only have themselves, and there can be no more exceptions.
Lao Daobaozi, Ye Gucheng, Gong Jiu and others all came here. No one wanted to miss this battle, but anyone who practiced martial arts would never want to miss this shocking battle.
What's more, the outcome of the two will also determine the final fate of both parties.
Ranran smiled and said calmly: "Let's take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ming's hand was pulled out from his sleeve, as if he had pulled out some sharp weapon, and he sent out a palm in the air.
In the blink of an eye, an invisible aura was drawn from around his body and appeared from the palm of his hand. The strength of his palm turned virtual into reality. With one palm shot, he captured the mystery of the changes in the world.
No one can see how many changes his palm contains, and no one can imagine how many kinds of energy his palm contains.
He thrust his right hand at will, faced the air with a palm, flicked his sleeves and robes, floating like cotton wool, tough as steel, and followed it easily... Just when he was about to bully him, Wu Ming had already swept forward.
In an instant, the two people's hands met, and their strength was so strong that they broke and shattered all the flowers in the bush. The petals are flying, and the sky is filled with colors...
Using the true energy as his body, he can turn the invisible into something. His palm movements are as numerous as stars and as fast as flying lights. Many changes have been transformed into his palms. Each of his palms can be said to be the most wonderful and exquisite.
Wu Ming used his fists, palms and fingers together, and dozens of martial arts secrets were practiced in his hands... Everyone saw that he was performing long-lost secrets from multiple sects. These martial arts secrets not only changed all the time, but even had seamless moves. , but also as wonderful as flowing clouds and flowing water.
There are no traces carved by axes or chisels, as if it were made entirely by nature!
The two figures moved between each other, their moves intersecting, making it impossible to tell them apart, and their bodies turned faster and faster.
The first fight was already rare in the world, and it could be said to be unprecedented. Everyone was dazzled by it, and all of them could only concentrate and focus on the battlefield.
The two of them fought faster and faster, their moves became more and more strange, and they gradually no longer adhered to the changes in palm techniques. Suddenly, the energy in his palms condensed into a sharp edge, and he swung his palms to slash horizontally and slashed vertically with his fingers.
Many weapons have been transformed into any palm... It seems that all the weapons in the world have been held in both hands.
The energy is sometimes strong, sometimes extremely sharp, and suddenly he changes his moves, and his figure splits in an instant.
The flowers were flying and falling, and they looked into each other's eyes with unspeakable surprise and joy.
Wu Ming's sleeves suddenly shattered, as if cut into pieces by a thousand knives, and any of his sleeves turned into strands of cotton wool, which was blown away by the wind in the blink of an eye.
"This is……"
Ranyi said calmly: "My self-created Wanxiang Xingluoshou!"
Wu Ming smiled and said: "Amazing!"
Anyan also smiled and said: "Since the death of the Bone-Transforming Immortal who broke into the Sea of Stars alone, entered the Chaotian Palace at night, and killed the Yellow Sect's great lama, this Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm will never see its former glory again. But when you give it to me, The so-called Bone Transforming Immortal is nothing more than that."
Wu Ming said lightly: "It's just a strange trick."
Without saying anything more, he had already drawn his sword...
Wu Ming's eyes were focused, and there was a trace of solemnity on his face...
When the sword was drawn out, it was swung out inadvertently...
Why is it inadvertent? If there is a glimpse, you will not notice it!
The person disappeared, the sword also disappeared, only a ray of light flew past... But when I saw the sword light, the sword edge had arrived, and the sword followed the person. It seemed that there was nothing faster than this sword in the sky and on the earth, only the sword's intention.
Before the sword is released, the intention of the sword is formed first!
Swords are originally dead objects of iron, swords are swords, and people are people. People and swords are originally separate, but when the sword feels human nature, people are endowed with the violent nature of the sword.
Every dead thing seems to be alive. What is the meaning of his sword?
His sword intention is just like his own, despising the world, minimizing the world, and looking down upon all things...
The speed of this sword is unprecedented in the world! This sword is so powerful that it is unrivaled in the world!
When Wu Ming saw the sword glow, the sword had already pierced him, if he hadn't drawn it out in time.
Because there was no way out, no way to dodge, no way to parry this sword, Wu Ming had no choice but to counterattack; he used all his strength to attack the sword, and facing this sword, he could only attack with all his strength.
Take action!
That was not a finger knife, but a real, real knife, a short, light and agile knife!
No one has seen this knife, not Gong Jiu, not Beef Soup, not everyone on the island, and no one in the world has ever seen this knife, because no one can force him to pull out this knife.
But after seeing this sword, even Yi was very surprised. The sword met the sword, like peerless people meeting unparalleled people, like stunning meeting elegance...
There was a soft "ding" sound, the sword tip and the blade touched lightly, then intertwined, and then shattered, shattered into wind, shattered into Qi.
It was the sword wind and sword energy, the sword energy that annihilated all living beings. Without any warning, the two people were instantly surrounded by fragmented sword energy; the energy spread out like a whirlwind, breaking the wind and cracking stones.
The wind is really cutting, the petals are cracking, the grass and trees are dividing, the rocks are breaking, and even the soil has been cut...
Everyone was stunned, everyone seemed to be in a daze.
The sword rises again, the sword is moving, Xiao Sha's sad sword light and sword shadow seem to shatter everything, irresistible!
After losing consciousness, someone woke up and shouted: "Get back!"
In the moment they realized that they immediately retired and they were retreating. Everyone had to retreat. They only heard the "Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang" ranging.
Sword energy, knife energy, and invisible energy collided fiercely. The sword light flashed, the sword energy condensed, the sword light flashed immediately, the sword energy gathered immediately, the sword cut through the air, and the sword leaped into the air and stabbed.
The sword light is beautiful, the sword light is also beautiful, entangled with each other, the sound of "ding ding ding" is endless, everyone can't help but stop breathing, everyone can't help but look confused...
This battle has surpassed their cognition. They were speechless and could only be in a daze, and they were at a loss.
Two human figures flashed and moved around, and the afterimages appeared and disappeared immediately. All they saw was a group of human figures connected into a criss-cross pattern, which was dizzying and overwhelming.
They are not immortals or demons. They can split their shadows into bodies, but it can only be said that they are too fast.
The movement is fast, the sword is faster; when the sword falls and the sword stabs, it seems that all the brilliance of the world is condensed on the sword, as if all the colors in the world are in the light and shadow of the sword.
The swords were circling and flying in the dusk, and the flying light was flying quickly, as if they were clones of thousands of swords. The two of them were wielding swords and swords, and they were also fighting swords, attacking and defending.
