Chapter 42: The Heavenly Demon Sword
Seeing Wu Ming's evil smile, everyone remembered what he said before, and they secretly thought that it was not good.
At this time, the topic of whether Wu Ming is a human being is no longer so important.
The important thing is whether you can escape from Wu Ming's palm.
Wu Ming's raise of his hand frightened everyone to release their derivatives.
The Dust One, the Ethereal Mountain, the Cultivation Gourd, the Ancient Bell, the Heavenly Demon Knife......
Looking at these dozen or so derivatives of different shapes and all in the ultimate state of abundant spiritual power, Wu Ming couldn't help but exclaim that these people's reactions were so strong.
The strength is not weak, but the courage is small.
"Are you sure you want to fight me?"
They didn't know where Wu Ming's true evil smile was manifested, in fact, just now, he clearly sensed that the link between himself and the Island Tribulation Spirit Bead was completely opened.
In this way, the Island Tribulation Spirit Bead can also be regarded as a derivative of Wu Ming. It's also a token with invincibility attached.
Wu Ming's metaphorical advice undoubtedly aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone present, and their self-perceived arrogant dignity and pretentious strength buried that fear deep in their hearts.
Whewβ
A roar swept through the sky, and a Heavenly Demon Knife staggered, eager to fly in the direction of Wu Ming. No one would have thought that the first to strike would be a local saint son who was just a martial king.
I saw that the knife flew extremely fast, passing through the side of Wu Ming's cheek, and then spun several times, and finally fell into the air, ready to attack twice.
The above is one of the criteria for victory.
In Wu Ming's impression, when he encountered the bloodthirsty demon cow, it was the holy son who sacrificed the Heavenly Demon Knife who died, and the Heavenly Demon Knife at that time was only the size of a palm, and its color could not be seen.
Now look closely, the body of the Heavenly Demon Knife is delicate, the silver light is flashing, and a staring demon is carved on the handle of the knife with its teeth and claws, and the surface of its blade exudes endless demonic energy, which is cautious.
Defeat the demon with the devil to achieve the effect of cleaning the traces, this is the Heavenly Demon Knife. With this knife, the Holy Son relied on it to cross the border several times to kill the second-grade monk of the Martial King, and he tried it repeatedly.
Sacrificing this knife, the Heavenly Demon Sword Holy Son used spiritual power to urge it later, causing the knife to burst out with infinite power.
Hum.
A chuckle interrupted the calm atmosphere.
Everyone looked at Wu Ming, who was empty-handed and didn't prepare anything.
But they don't know.
When Wu Ming had just raised his hand, he had already laid down an invisible barrier around his body.
The enchantment was shaped like a thick and hard turtle shell, and it was like a thin and fragile egg shell.
It stands to reason that this Heavenly Demon Sword didn't even have a chance to get close to Wu Ming's cheek, but in order to keep the Holy Son from being hit, plus he wanted to see how effective this Martial King Yipin's full force blow was, he let him strike again.
Now Wu Ming started again, ready to catch the Heavenly Demon Knife that was rushing towards him.
"You deserve credit for making the first move. It's a pity~"
He deliberately paused for a moment so that everyone could listen to what he was going to say next, with bated breath.
"You can't get close to me. β
Insolent.
How arrogant.
When all the Holy Sons heard this, their anger rose gradually, and it would not be good if they were allowed to develop like this.
He Shubrand's kind is arrogant and domineering, and there is no one in his eyes, but Wu Ming is really pretending to be thirteen.
Although they had witnessed Wu Ming's strange methods before, they underestimated them if they wanted to discourage them.
It may have retreated before, but it certainly won't now.
The Heavenly Demon Sword Saint Son stretched out a hand to stop everyone, signaling that this was the first time to let him take action.
The blade was covered with even heavier spiritual power, and it fell rapidly from the sky.
This time, it's strange.
The Heavenly Demon Sword should have landed faster, but it was always blocked by invisible forces, and the speed was even slower than before.
The closer you get to Wu Ming, the stronger that feeling becomes.
Soon, there were clues.
The demon on the body of the Heavenly Demon Knife seemed to be alive, from the previous fangs and claws to panic, and the color of the blade also changed from bright silver to black, the closer it was to Wu Ming's body, the more the knife shook and shook more violently.
When he was two feet close to Wu Ming's forehead, the tip of the knife shattered and disintegrated in full view of everyone.
"How is that possible?"
"It took the spiritual power of the entire Tianhe River, and he couldn't get close to him, before that. β
The Heavenly Demon Saint Son was taken aback and gritted his teeth, he seemed to understand Wu Ming's previous moves. The moment he really fell, he had to hurt at least one of Wu's hair.
Although he is aggrieved, he is also very sensible.
Four or five cracks appeared in the Heavenly Demon Knife from the place where it was broken, and under this crack, five delicate knives were split, flying towards several vital points on Wu Ming's body.
"A fight to the death is a big prize. β
The five flying knives completely stopped in mid-air when they were one inch closer to Wu Ming's vital point, and then fell down and landed in Wu Ming's hands.
The louder Wu Ming's praise became, the more irritated he was to the Heavenly Demon Sword Saint Son, who seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
The Heavenly Demon Knife is its derivative, and if the foundation is still there, it can be repaired in the future.
"Give you back. β
Wu Ming flipped his hand and threw the five Heavenly Demon Knife Knife, which had long been without a trace of spiritual power, towards the Heavenly Demon Sword Holy Son.
Four of the five knives avoided the Son's vital point and landed only around the Son.
There is only one hand, which Wu Ming used as a temptation, and went straight to the heart of the Holy Son.
A small, man-tall hill stood in front of the Son, trying to protect him.
But this is useless.
"Ethereal Mountain, it takes time for you to clear your scales to condense tokens, and you can't stop them at this size. β
Wu Ming said with a word, and the flying knife directly shattered the small hill and stabbed at the latter.
Several people shot in a row, and they were interrupted several times, and the speed of the flying knife was not disturbed in the slightest.
Seeing that he was about to reach the heart of the Son, no one could come to his rescue.
Even Ye Chenxing, because of the unique characteristics of its own derivatives, couldn't stop this blow.
Wu Ming thought to himself, could it be that this is the end, this group of holy sons is really no one to save the scene here, he was just about to use his strength to shoot down his tentative knife, and one of them appeared in front of the holy son out of thin air, blocking the extremely explosive knife.
"He Shuzhu. β
Wu Ming read out the man's name, and even he himself was a little surprised.
The knife pierced He Shuyan's chest firmly, but that's all, the speed of the knife was scattered and left on the ground.
No one noticed the blood stains that seeped into He Shuyan's body. It was as if the scene had been ignored outright.
No one would have thought that He Shuyan, who had never thought about others, would be able to stand up and bear the injury in a time of crisis.
Did he find it in his conscience?
The exhausted Son looked at the man who had saved him, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.
Sure enough, this person will die for He Shu. At this moment, Wu Ming discovered the foreshadowing he had planted again, and it turned out that the key to promoting the development of this matter was inseparable from himself.
Thereupon.
He was going to continue with his improvised plan and see all the truth about it.
"Let's go together, save one by one trouble. β