"Wu Ming, take me a move, take the mountain and carry the ding!"

The blood of Songtan poured into the pupils, the qi and blood around the body surged like mist, and the breath rose again and again, and he reached the emperor with his own strength, and behind him was a terrifying phantom composed of qi and blood dozens of feet high.

Looking at it from afar, it looks like a hunchbacked old man, but it exudes a wild and unyielding meaning, carrying a cloud of constantly magnifying clouds on his shoulders, like a mountain like heaven and earth!

"That's what it sounds like!"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, danced wildly, and in the face of such momentum, he did not retreat but advanced, and stepped out violently.

"Bear the mountain and hold the shortage!"

It's just that before he could make a move, a young man in the oblique stab pounced like crazy, stretched out his arms, completely ignoring the empty door in front of his chest, the power of the peak grandmaster was completely released, his arms stretched out to the palms, as if he hugged the heaven and earth, and the surrounding void suddenly shook in a circle, and the unusually strong binding power instantly enveloped Wu Ming and shrank inward.

Wu Ming's footsteps paused slightly, and then he stepped out as if nothing had happened, his right hand bent his fingers into claws, and the dragon roared and stirred, and the wind and thunder suddenly rose, and the invisible qi explosion roared and flashed, breaking through the restraint barrier like a withering and decaying one.

There was a muffled sound, which hit the person's chest, and he heard the sound of the human bones cracking, and the person's face suddenly turned as white as paper, and his mouth was bloody, and he plummeted and flew.

It's a long story, but it happened between the lightning and flint, at this time, Songtan's cohesion has been completed, seeing the miserable situation of the brothers of the same clan, his eyes are about to crack, he gritted his teeth and covered his broken arm, and his shoulders arched upwards diagonally.

"Die!"

With a loud shout, under the resolute bravery, the rickety old man behind him seemed to stand up in an instant, and the top of heaven and earth on his shoulders was also carried by force.

In an instant, the terrifying power then permeated the entire stone platform, as strong as Wu Ming, and he also felt that he was being held up by a force that was even stronger than the previous Tuo Monument that the seven people of Danshan had broken out together.

The difference is that it comes from the ground, knocking itself up, but this force is squeezing from all directions, and countless sharp forces inside squeeze its body through various trajectories, and at the same time multiply, it also dumps outward.

This power is as straight as the sky falls, and the earth turns upside down!

"Humph!"

Wu Ming's indifferent gaze flashed slightly, and he finally became serious, but that's all, he seemed to slowly and quickly poke out his left hand, as if he was holding it and lifting it, obviously there was nothing in his hand, but he felt like he was lifting lightly.

The cautious, solemn look, as if inheriting the most precious thing in the world, raised his right hand only half a beat slower.

Roar!

In an instant, the pale golden light and shadow behind it flickered, and the light of the law of the King of the Nine Zhangming Dynasty flashed, suddenly turning into a giant bear, and a crown like a mountain appeared in front of him, and his arms were bulging, as if he was struggling to hold it up, as if he wanted to put it on himself, and it seemed to be put on for Wu Ming.

The bear has a crown on his back, and if he wants to wear the crown, he must bear its weight!

With the first appearance of the giant bear phantom, the terrifying squeezing force on the stone platform trembled violently, and was forced to open a few points, and when the crown phantom was raised, it made a dull roar, like a shock that set off layers of invisible ripples.

"Poof!"

Songtan was like a heavy blow, and the figure that rushed forward suddenly slammed, and at the same time as blood spurted from his mouth, blood burst out from the broken arm, and a layer of blood-colored fog appeared on his whole body, and the whole person was contaminated with a trace of tragedy and despair!

Carrying the mountain and resisting the heaven and the earth, it is the peerless learning of the various races of the Heavenly Demon Giant Spirit Relic, which can be said to be the ultimate existence of body refining and martial arts in the world, but in the face of the crown that contains the weight of public opinion and people's hearts, it is still a little insufficient!

Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, even if it is the will of heaven and earth, it cannot be changed!

I saw that the old man's phantom trembled again and again, and his already rickety body bent to the ground almost instantly, although he struggled several times, but as the giant tripod phantom he was carrying collapsed, there was a faint sigh, and the whole body collapsed like foam.

Boom!

As if he had lost all his strength, his majestic and tall body suddenly fell to his knees, his knees clicked, his bone spurs penetrated his trouser legs, blood flowed like a pour, and on his blood-stained face, a pair of blood-red eyes still stared at Wu Ming unyieldingly.

"Sixth brother!"

The young man used both hands and feet, but under the serious injury, it was extremely difficult for him to crawl, and he cried out in grief.

"Danshan clan, there is finally a decent one, let's collect his body!"

Wu Ming slowly withdrew his hand, his face was so calm, he walked straight, crossed the Songtan, and passed through the glittering entrance in a flash, and disappeared in an instant.

When he used the secret technique to stimulate the blood and qi of the whole body, Songtan was already a dead person, at least a waste person, Wu Ming had many ways to spare this person, and directly chased and killed the people who fled for their lives from the Danshan clan.

Warrior, this is how a warrior dies!

Even if you die on your knees, you must not live standing still!

"Ahh

The young man of Danshan roared sadly and cried incessantly, but no one could hear or see it!

......

Thundered!

Under the gloomy sky, a river that is more than wide and wide, stretches for an unknown number of times, like an angry dragon going out to sea, surging endlessly, setting off monstrous waves, and roaring in between ups and downs.

"This is the last three-ring Nu River in the eighteen bends of the mountain!"

Wu Ming looked around, his face was ancient and there were no waves, quietly feeling the undulating terrifying waves under his feet, but his mind was swaying, like a candle in a stormy rain, and like a flat boat in the stormy waves, which would capsize at any time.

In order to maintain his own stability, he almost subconsciously mobilizes his whole body to grasp all the things around him that can be fixed, just like a drowning person seeking a life-saving straw.

Poof!

Rao was the strength of his heart, and he was also affected by the invisible power of this place, and he plunged into the water unsteadily, and poured a mouthful of water, as if he was really about to be drowned, choked to death, drowned by the feeling of helpless despair, and about to sink into the endless abyss-like droplets.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming snorted angrily, forcibly suppressed the irritability and discomfort caused by the invisible force, the energy around his body surged, and he stubbornly held up a vacuum, stomped hard under his feet, and the water under the kick was dented, and the person also flew up.

Bang!

But when he was about to jump out of the water, the turbulent waves, like a vicious Jiao, pounced on him, and a fierce man knocked it over and dragged him into the water again.

Several times, Wu Ming felt unbearable, and the energy in his body was consumed at an unimaginable rate, and it continued to intensify, especially terrifyingly, this feeling was extremely real.

With the degree of control he has over his own power, not to mention that he is as meticulous as a hair, he can at least estimate the general degree of consumption, but in the water, it seems that there is an invisible force, and the energy is drained, and he is completely imperceptible to how it passes.

Rise!

When the waves hit again, Wu Ming's eyes flashed, his arms shook, his right hand brushed his waist, as if pulling out a divine sword, and then unfolded, his right hand pointed like a sword, and slashed around.

With a muffled sound, the water waves instantly opened in response to the sound, and the high-spirited dragon chanting sword light spread all over the circle, and the undulating waves were all paused.

"Dragon Cruise!"

Wu Ming let out a low snort, rushed out of the water like a swimming dragon, connected the dots under his feet, and hunted in his clothes, but he was treading the waves.

Thundered!

As if provoked, the river was surging, roaring incessantly, and the waves like evil dragons were surging endlessly, and they rushed towards Wu Ming like crazy, wanting to knock it back into the water.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming's expression returned to normal, his nose hummed lightly, and the sword technique in his right hand remained unchanged, taking a leisurely step like a student of Youjiang, leaving a series of afterimages on the water.

Even though a few waves flashed, more waves swarmed in, but Wu Ming did not panic at all, his right hand pinched the sword trick and slid left and right, and the person also drifted away.

"It's an excellent treasure place to practice the Dragon Sword Technique!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, the discomfort in his heart seemed to dissipate most of them in an instant, there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he stepped on the dragon step under his feet, really swimming in the river like a real dragon, letting thousands of waves surge, but he couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

As he moved forward, a sword spread out, Wu Ming's understanding of the dragon sword became deeper and deeper, and with the help of the Heavenly Dao Martial Jade, he cultivated the sword technique step by step to the peak, laying the foundation for the formation of the infinite law.

Although this method has no side effects, it is actually a lot less tempered in actual combat, and it is inconsistent with Wu Ming's own martial arts progress, so that in recent days, he has felt a little uncomfortable, and he is not as handy as other martial arts in the same realm.

But as the feeling becomes deeper and deeper, all the places that were not suitable in the past are eliminated, and gradually come to a better situation like an arm!

"Kill him!"

In a trance, a fierce shout came, but in Wu Ming's ears, it was like a huge wave of evil Jiao, and he swung out with a sword in his hand.

In the muffled sound, blood spilled, and the warmth spread across his cheeks, Wu Ming seemed to be unconscious, and he took out his sword again, and a figure followed by two sections, silently falling to the surface of the river.

Seeing this, the other four people suddenly burst into a rage, where did they dare to delay a minute, and rushed forward like crazy, but in a hurry, they forgot the characteristics of this place, and their speed decreased sharply, and they were entangled by the huge waves.

What made them stunned was that Wu Ming was completely immersed in his cultivation, waving his right arm tirelessly, and the fierce sword qi swept across, and the thousands of huge waves that pressed him couldn't raise his head.

After the four Danshan Clansmen experienced the joy of near-death at first, they were endlessly frustrated and exhausted, it turned out that their proud talent and peerless knowledge were so vulnerable in front of a Second Realm Grandmaster.

What's funny is that when I first met, I thought about how to teach each other a lesson and make him embarrassed.

"Don't move, when he passes, we will follow, join up with our brothers and sisters, and join forces to kill him then!"

A steady young man said in a deep voice.

Thundered!

It's just that before the words fell, the rest of the people didn't respond, and the monstrous waves drowned it, and after a few exclamations, there was no trace of the four people.

Without fighting spirit, how can you fight the torrent?

In the distance, where the sword light flickered, the huge waves were cut like papier-mâché, sprinkled and met, and then sprung up again in the next moment, one after another, as if endless, and like a carp crossing the river, like a pilgrimage, surrounded by the real dragon patrolling the river.

"The big waves wash the sand, the fish leaps over the dragon gate, is this the true meaning of the holy way of the eighteen bends of the Wangwu Panshan?"

Wu Ming seemed to be tireless, swinging a sword and slashing, his eyes were clear and thorough, but he seemed to have no focus, muttering to himself, but the sword qi around his body was gushing, like a divine sword out of the sheath!