Li Wuming didn't care about the image anymore, he yelled at the face man: "Can't you take back this trick?" Here's a town, a town of mortals! ”

"Immortal cultivators fight each other, and they should never hurt mortals!"

The noodle man smoked his cigarette gun, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I don't know how to take it back, this spell was made, I didn't expect it to be taken back again." ”

But then, his face changed and became serious: "But you're right, mortals are innocent and shouldn't be involved in the battle between immortal cultivators, it's not fair, it's very unfair." ”

With a wave of his robe, the face swooped down, leaving an aftermath: "I'm going to block the shadow palm, come with me if you want to." ”

Li Wuming was stunned, he didn't expect that the members of that organization would be so positive about this kind of thing. But he didn't think much about it, leaned over, and sprinted downward.

In mid-air, the face looked calm, with one mouth, the Thousands of Miles Transmission Technique was cast, and the voice seemed to bloom in Li Wuming's ears: "It's unrealistic to shake the shadow palm, try to change the direction in which it lands." ”

Immediately afterwards, the face man's pupils shrank, and he glanced at the space below, as if he had discovered something, and used the Qianli Voice Transmission Technique again: "Left front, you also saw it, right?" Where there is an open space, lead there. ”

Li Wuming nodded: "I saw it!" ”

He landed at the same height as the Shadow Palm, and then stretched out his hand, and the gold thread burst out of his hand, wrapping around the huge Shadow Palm, and he laboriously changed the direction in which the Shadow Palm fell, the gold wire became more and more dense, and the Shadow Palm also grew in the wind.

If this continues, a single building will be razed! The number of mortals killed and wounded will be in the hundreds.

"Move me!" Li Wuming's forehead was exposed, and his hands were stretched out, using all his strength to control the golden silk thread, controlling it to move the shadow palm.

There was indeed some effect, and the shadow palm slowly turned, moving towards the clearing. However, it's too late! Li Wuming gritted his teeth, and more golden threads spread from his hands, piercing through the entire shadow palm.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work?" Li Wuming smiled bitterly. The Shadow Palm itself is not a particularly powerful move, but it is characterized by being formless and insubstantial, and cannot be destroyed before it hits the target.

At this time, the face also landed at the same height, and the black robe flew in the air, covering the sunlight and casting shadows to the world. He smiled, tugging at the corners of his mouth, and the scar moved, making his smile a little hideous: "No, right?" At the critical moment, it still depends on me. ”

Li Wuming, a narcissist, could stand this, his mouth grinned slightly, and he said in a mocking tone: "If you don't come, I can actually do it alone, in fact, there is nothing that can't be done with an excellent person like me." ”

"Okay, well, you really won't back down at all." The face said in the tone of a friend's chat, as if he and Li Wuming had known each other for many years and knew him very well.

Immediately, his face became serious, and he stretched out his hand, and shadow-like threads burst out of his hand, merging into the shadows in mid-air. After all, it was his own trick, and the shadow palm was obviously tilted in the direction of the clearing, and it looked like it was about to hit.

"Good!" Li Wuming shouted, the golden light in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the light flowed all the way from the golden wire, binding it to the shadow palm with full strength, and exerting force again, making the shadow palm more and more flat.

Then, he looked in the direction of the face and was stunned. I didn't know when I took out my cigarette gun, and I smoked it with a click, and spit out smoke from time to time. The other hand casually pointed at the Shadow Palm, and the black shadow silk thread wrapped around the Shadow Palm, causing it to move slowly.

Mian Ye seemed to feel Li Wuming's gaze, turned his head, and smiled at him.

Li Wuming: "...... Why are you so relaxed and happy, hey! ”

He is dragging the shadow palm in vain, while the face is smoking a cigarette in enjoyment, this difference, this difference, is too big, okay?

When the face heard Li Wuming's complaint, he grinned, pulled out a comforting and comforting smile, smacked his lips, and said, "Because I'm a bad person, shouldn't you decent people do this kind of thing to save the world?" I'm good enough for friendly help, okay? ”

Li Wuming: "...... How does this sentence make sense inexplicably, hey! ”

As they tugged at the skin, the Shadow Palm had successfully moved to the top of the clearing, and then ...... One beat, and then another.

The rumbling sound of trembling came first, a huge sound like the roar of the earth, followed by a wild sweep of air, the air flow swept through the trees, the trees seemed to be unable to withstand the destruction of the air current, squeaked, and then the whole tree was uprooted and flew into the distance.

The earth shook, and when the rumbling stopped, the whole clearing was in shambles. Fragments of trees were everywhere, torn roots could be seen everywhere, stones and dirt were arranged in a disorderly manner, and the whole scene looked like a typhoon had landed.

And in the middle of the clearing, there is a huge, deeply imprinted on the ground, the depth of which can be comparable to that of a cliff, palm print.

Mian Ye lightly landed next to the palm print, looked at this scene, touched his chin, touched the short stubble, and was amazed: "It seems that I haven't regressed much over the years...... No, it's a little bit better. ”

Li Wuming clicked on his toes, suspended in the air, and his handsome face was full of helplessness: "How do I feel, you are more narcissistic than me." ”

The face man snorted and touched his forehead: "It's not as good as you, it's not as good as you, it's not as good as it." Then he yawned, and tiredness resurfaced on his face, "If you still can't fight, if you don't, just let me go back, please, please." I am tired...... Really kind. ”

"That's not going to work!" Li Wuming's eyes rekindled the battle intent, he snapped his fingers, and the golden light source continued to emerge from his hand, gathering into a golden ball, "You saved hundreds of mortals today, I keep this in mind, but this is not an excuse for you to escape from the battle between us." ”

"Come, my golden years!"

……

Wen Jin gasped and retreated, silent, and reached out to cover his abdomen. Where, there is a wound about an inch long, it is a small wound, yes, but it is also a wound.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking to himself, "What a shame...... Hurt...... I thought I could crush the past with my own strength...... It hurts...... Sure enough, when you're lucky, do you start to be arrogant? I still underestimate the heroes from all walks of life......"

Although this matter is small, it can't affect his Dao heart, but it gives him a reminder that luck is not a cure for all diseases, and the real prescription has to be worked hard by himself, to write, to fight.