These corpses died in a miserable state, but it was also clear from their expressions that they had experienced too much pain.

After those wounds were sealed, the blood did not come out, but the pain from the nerves could not be eliminated, and some people's arms and legs were cut off, but the main parts of the body were still there, and they slowly died in waiting, and this kind of waiting torment was the most desperate.

There was no one around, and the corners of the pit were dug neatly, much like a regular digger. Moreover, the traces of chiseling are also very obvious, and they are all made by small digging tools one by one.

"It seems that digging this pit also took a lot of manpower!"

Zhang Daofeng and the others didn't know that this pit was dug by the army of ghouls, and it took them less than five hours to dig it, and these corpses were not abandoned, but had other uses, and the reason why there was no one to guard it around was because a big show was being staged at the Qingshan Football Stadium just ten kilometers away.

......

Earlier, a group of Daomen disciples who had arrived in Jiangcheng in Longcheng had already started a search the day before, and gradually took the survivors they had searched for away from Jiangcheng. However, the situation in Jiangcheng was even worse, just in the center of the Qingshan Football Stadium, a dozen or so young cultivators with iron swords surrounded a dozen survivors, and a monk with an elder demeanor on the left and right guarded by them. Around them, there were quite a few ghouls gathered, and they had surrounded the monks.

Of course, these ghouls have no expression, no pain, and they are not afraid of the monk's sword. It was not easy to kill them, and the monks had to find a way to trap them, or cut off their hands and feet, so that they could not come after them.

They were disciples sent by Sword Slashing Blade, and the two elders who led the team were two sect protectors. Originally, they had just brought these disciples to see it, but they didn't expect that the situation here was far from what they had expected. These ghouls are specially deployed, both in scale and spread speed, and behind these ghouls, there are also higher-level intelligent ghouls, their combat effectiveness is stronger, and the thirty or so people who came with them are now only fifteen or sixteen, and more than half of them have been lost.

If these people can't be taken out, the two of them will be guilty of greatness. Even if you can return to the sect, you will have to accept the punishment of the Discipline Hall.

"Even if you fight for your life, you have to take the young disciple of Sword Blade out, even if you can't take it out, you have to find a way to wait for the arrival of reinforcements. ”

Wu Ming has been practicing for more than 40 years, although his talent is okay, but he has not made a breakthrough in the past ten years, so he turned around and became a sect protector, devoting more energy to the construction of the sect and the cultivation of young disciples. Today, the disciples behind them have personally watched them grow up step by step, and they can't be folded in their hands no matter what.

One sword, two swords, three swords......

Resisting sword by sword like this can't stop these ghouls, especially since there are too many of them, even if Wu Ming kills them for several days in a row, he may not be able to eliminate these ghouls, but he will be exhausted because of this, and he is likely to be in a very disadvantageous situation in the end.

While fighting, he retreated, and met with Lu Hua, another sect protector.

"Brother Lu, it's not a way to go on like this! Right now, you may have a trick!" Wu Ming slashed the ghoul in front of him with a sword, and turned his head to discuss with Lu Hua.

"You mean, sweeping ?......" Lu Hua was taken aback at first, but he was also a member of the Sword Blade Protector Sect, so he naturally knew the weight and consequences of this sentence.

"Alas, now that you and I are together, we may not be able to protect them, if you ...... again" Lu Hua didn't continue, he looked struggling, and didn't want to think about the rest of the matter.

This "sweep" is a stunt that everyone in the Sword Blade Protector Sect must learn, because this move requires a lot of essence blood to stimulate a large amount of energy, and the two of them are not in the best state now, after performing this move, there is a high probability that they will lose their combat effectiveness, or even die of exhaustion of essence blood.

has been a brother for decades, but now he wants to see his brother folded here, how can Lu Hua not be sad?!!

"Brother Wu, I'll go with you!" said that, Lu Hua also wanted to fight the enemy with Wu Ming. But Wu Ming stopped him as soon as he could, "These disciples still need your leadership, after they have undergone this training, they will definitely become the pillars of my sword cutting blade in the future!"

These disciples of Sword Cutting naturally didn't want Wu Ming to be arrogant.

"Elder Wu, we'd rather die in battle than leave you alone!"

"Elder Wu, you can't be impulsive, we can't live without you!"

"Elder Wu, don't worry, we will definitely get out of here!"

"Elder Wu, thank you for your continued teaching and concern for us, don't worry! These survivors, we will take them out of here safely!"

"Elder Wu, don't go, we can't bear you!"

......

Wu Ming threw the sword in his hand, and the sword was like a spirit, circling around Wu Ming all the time.

Then, Wu Ming burst out, and the sword went straight above his head, leaping into the clouds, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to have been poked into a hole, and the sunlight that had not been seen for a long time shone through the clouds.

Under Wu Ming's control, the sword quickly spun and stirred up the clouds, and then the sword swooped down from the sky with a flip, shooting at the Qingshan Football Stadium.

It was really fast, and after getting out of the clouds, the clouds blocked the sword hole again, as if nothing had happened just now.

But the sword rubbed against the air, and the sparks were removed, and a flame quickly wrapped the sword. Now, that sword has become a fire sword, and it is getting more and more vigorous, forming a huge wave of fire around the sword, which is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more hot.

The power of the fire sword is getting stronger and stronger, and when it is close to the football field, everyone on the field can feel that the sword is inherited from Wu Ming's monstrous battle intent, in their eyes, Wu Ming's figure is getting bigger and bigger, more and more majestic, as if as long as this man is there, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, and there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

"Everyone stepped back and walked towards the exit, following closely behind me. Lu Hua's face froze, he held the sword in his hand tightly, and slashed at those ghouls. Immediately, in the midst of the crowd, a passage appeared, and the young disciples of Sword Slashing Blade surrounded the survivors in the middle, and they began to rush towards the exit.

The ghouls behind wanted to come over and surround them, but Wu Ming was in front of them, and if they wanted to chase them, they had to cross Wu Ming.

But Wu Ming had already planned to sacrifice himself, his sword was getting bigger and bigger, and its power was becoming more and more violent. Just when it touched the football field, the huge wave of fire erupted towards the surrounding ghouls, Wu Ming's palm closed, flipped again, and hit the most shocking palm in his life, those ghouls could no longer withstand this monstrous energy wave, and the ghouls of a football field turned into flying ashes.

At this time, Wu Ming was standing in the previous position, his sword stuck on the ground not far in front of him, shaking.

"Old friend, goodbye!" After speaking, Wu Ming pounced and fell to the ground, he watched the disciples of Sword Cutting Blade escape from the football field, he smiled!

After those disciples escaped, no one noticed that among the disciples who escaped before, one of them quickly ran to the football field and pulled out Wu Ming's sword, he didn't say a word, and he didn't stop to look at Wu Ming, just held the sword in his hand. Then he quickly chased after the crowd led by Lu Hua.

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Jiuhua Mountain, in the Sword Blade Sect, the sect master summoned several high-level stewards to gather in the Huzong Hall, there are many wooden swords erected in the hall, and there are also many wooden swords, these wooden swords are not big, only the size of a palm, but the workmanship is exquisite, except for the material and color, it is almost the same as the real sword.

Wu Ming...... Gone!"

At this time, you can see that there is a wooden sword in the front row of the hall dangling and falling, and that wooden sword is exactly the same as the sword that Wu Ming used to "sweep" just now.

Every Sword Slashing Blade disciple will have a natal sword, and this sword will be with him for a lifetime. Of course, each disciple will also have a wooden sword that also nourishes their own vitality, and unless this person dies, the nourishing vitality of this wooden sword will not disperse.

At this time, Wu Ming's wooden sword fell, which meant that Wu Ming's other people also fell.