"Impossible!"

The blood blurred his eyes, and the young man's heart throbbed, even overpowering the shadow of death, and he couldn't imagine that a sword with a holy weapon would be broken with a single palm.

But the sharp blade pierces the body, and the pain of karmic entanglement, but it all tells him that all this is true, and it is extremely real.

Even, compared to when he was hunted down by the Golden Armor before, the signs of death were countless times more real!

"It's you!"

As if waking up from a dream, and like an initiation, the young man instantly realized who it was, but there was no joy at all, but it was replaced by endless fear.

How could he find himself, how could he dare to kill himself, how could he appear in Langzhong?

At this moment, even if the young man did not have the peerless perception of Tianjiao, he also vaguely realized that the golden armor man was not really a killer, but drove him here.

And when the golden armor man was seriously injured, he did not carry out a sneak attack with a hot hand, which has proved what the young man wanted.

"I thought that the son of a dignified Taoist monarch would be so peerless, but I never thought it would be this virtue!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Hahaha, Wu puppy, Hugh is arrogant, he has the ability to fight alone with this seat, and he will never live or die.

Taking advantage of the danger of others, sneak attack this seat, what kind of hero is it, what kind of peerless arrogance, and he is not afraid of losing Lu Jiuyuan's face!"

The young man wiped the bloodstains, and laughed fiercely.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming shook his head with a smile, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he sketched a playful smile and said, "It's the king's negligence, the Daojun is blessed, he holds the world, and the heavenly machine is all in his heart, and he has already occupied the opportunity of heaven and earth, and there will be a foolish descendant like you, and it is reasonable to say!"

"Huangkou Xiaoer, dare to insult me, look for death!"

The young man burst into tears and raised his hand to slash Wu Ming with a sword.

The magnificent, incomparable Baizhang Sword Gang has the ability to transform into a supernatural being, and it is also quite extraordinary among the first-order powerhouses of the Half-Saint.

But if compared with the world's top celestial pride, there is a gap that is difficult to cross, whether it is the true meaning of martial arts, or their own age, or their own talent, they are far from each other, and there is no comparison.

Not to mention far, just the sons of the four great families, any one of them can easily beat this Three Realms Refining God Half-Saint!

Without the slightest accident, Wu Ming's right hand was raised lightly, his palm was upward, and the momentum of the stele rose, as if there was a sign of supporting the sky.

Burst!

With only half a breath, even when ordinary people could hardly perceive it, Jian Gang trembled lightly in this support, and then collapsed and disappeared.

"Ahem......"

If the young man was hit hard, his arm trembled rapidly, as if he had unparalleled power, spreading into the sword body along the sword, and then into the arm, invading the internal organs, causing his qi and blood to surge, and he couldn't stop bending over and coughing up blood, as if nodding his head.

"Ahhh

The young man's status is noble, and he is already extraordinary, how could he have suffered such an insult, and he was furious, but he didn't care about the madness of urging Zhenyuan, and he slashed with a sword.

Boom!

It's a pity that with Wu Ming's backpalm, the young man's sword momentum collapsed, and the whole person fell to the ground and smashed into the dirt, without the slightest power to resist.

What was striking was that the young man fell to the ground, but did not cause any damage to the ground, but only kicked up a cloud of dust, as if he were an ordinary person.

It's hard to imagine what kind of control this is, the grasp and control of the power is already wonderful, and the skill is almost god!

"Even your father doesn't dare to meddle in the dispute over the Holy Dao at will, so he can only pass on the karma of karma under the pretense of someone else's hand, why do you dare to act unscrupulously?"

Wu Ming looked indifferent, and with a flick of his hand, he slapped the young man away again, as if this trip was simply to humiliate him.

"Haha, the winner is the king, the loser is the villain, this seat wins, Lu Jiuyuan is dead, you are just a lost dog, dare to make a big statement in front of this seat?"

The young man laughed angrily, leaving behind all his scruples, as if he was not afraid of angering Wu Ming at all, so he simply broke the jar and tore his face.

"Heh, you are a two-five boy who can't even see your own name, and you deserve to be compared with Mr. Linyuan?"

Wu Ming sneered and raised his hand again to slap it.

Boom!

The young man's raised head was instantly slapped into the earth and stones, and he wanted to lift it, and then he was slapped into it again, one after another, until his mind was dizzy, his hair was scattered, and he was embarrassed.

This look, even if it is the closest person, if you don't use your perception and check your breath, I'm afraid your parents won't be able to recognize it.

"Who gave you the confidence to compare with Mr. Linyuan, who is famous in Shenzhou, so he has friends all over the world, he is alone in the Demon Cave, and he is the Demon Emperor?"

Wu Ming said indifferently.

"He's dead, but I'm alive!"

The young man was also stiff and roared.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Wu Ming shook his head with a smile, tears came out, and he smiled back and forth, wandering into a wreckage, "He is dead, are you alive?" That kind of existence, even if you are dead, you are still alive, and people like you, even if you are alive, are no different from dead.

But people like him are dead, people like you...... Why are you still alive?"

One is dead, the other is alive, tossing and turning, ordinary people have a headache when they hear it, but when it falls into the ears of young people, it is a numb scalp and a split liver and gallbladder.

Although he is not as proud as the peerless, he is also a little smart, and he knows that in the face of such arrogant people, only by acting more arrogant, arrogant and backbone, can there be a glimmer of life.

But now, I feel that I am completely killed, and it is clear that I have no intention of leaving any room.

"You can't kill me, my dad is ......"

The young man was terrified, his roar stopped abruptly, and he was slapped into the mud.

"Can't kill you, who is your father, say it, King of Heaven?"

Wu Ming smiled evilly, slapped one palm at a time, and lined up the young man into the mud, as if enjoying the wail accompanied by the sound of broken bones, "Don't say that your father is not, even if it is, what? You call one, see if he should be silent? A person who doesn't even have a surname, something like weeds, who gave you the courage to let you calculate the heroes of the human race, and kill the Lu family?"

"You ......"

"Say!"

"You ......"

"Say!"

A loud shout, an abrupt stop of wailing again, seems to be endless, the strength that seems to be a palm like a palm, but it is clear at the last moment, leaving a glimmer of life for the youth.

The young man was full of fear, hesitation, and despair, and never imagined that he would face such an apocalyptic moment.

Although most of the treasure has been used, it is not without the treasure at the bottom of the box, but the strange thing is that since Wu Ming appeared, it seems that there is an invisible power that prevents him from using it.

It was as if a voice told him that if he used it, he would surely die.

But when faced with the threat of death, the young man determined that there was no hope of escape, Wu Ming really made a killing move, and when he was about to use everything, he found that those treasures that had long been branded with divine consciousness had lost contact with him.

At this moment, the young man finally understood that the person in front of him was indeed murderous, and there was no doubt that he would never stop, but when he appeared, he calculated everything.

And unconsciously, in a special way, he cut off the connection between him and the talisman treasure.

What kind of power is this?

You must know that in addition to his own collection, there are also heavy treasures occasionally given by his father, and there are also talismanic treasures that his father has refined by hand, guided by his heart's blood, and supplemented by holy means, and can be stimulated with a single movement of his heart.

At this moment, it is completely useless!

"Isn't that weird?"

Wu Ming slowly walked closer, looked at the people who got up from the pit, embarrassed to the extreme, and the young man with weak energy said condescendingly, "Cause and effect cycle, retribution is unpleasant!"

You are just a weed-like thing, hiding under a big tree, even if the wind and rain, the sun and the rain, you can barely survive.

It's a pity that he thinks he is righteous, and he dares to do that shady and dirty thing, meddling in the dispute between the Holy Dao, and exposing himself between heaven and earth.

How dare you, a fool like you who can't see the light, how can you ignore the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao?"

Poof!

As he spoke, he kicked the young man over, and casually pulled out the broken knife on his chest, only half a foot of the blade, like the shadow of an autumn rainbow, with hidden star stripes shining, it was the seven-star cold moon knife!

Zheng!

This peerless sword, which once shone at the end of the Middle Ages, seemed to sense something, and let out a low, but loud clang!

"Ah......h

The young man screamed, covering his chest with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood like a dam that broke the embankment, and his face was as white as paper, "You can't kill me, my father...... My dad is Yuan ...... Yuan ......"

"Say, say his name!"

Wu Ming stroked the knife in his hand and bent down slightly, as if he wanted to hear the exact name with his own ears, although it was dim, but the blade was still sharp, as if the next moment, it was about to fall on the neck of the young man.

"My father is Yuan ...... Yuan Tiangang, you can't kill me!"

Death was imminent, and the young man was inexplicably frightened and hysterical, shouting with all his strength.

Boom!

The name of the saint came out, the flat ground thundered, the wind and clouds changed color in an instant, the sun and the moon were lightless, like the heaven and the earth were shocked, the universe was reversed, and the dark clouds covered the top!

"Hahahaha!"

Wu Ming looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, wantonly publicizing, as if all the trials and tribulations were indulged in this long laughter.

But within a radius of thousands of miles, countless living beings raised their eyes to look at the sky, but they were stabbed by a sword light like thunder and lightning.

Wu Ming saw it, he saw it clearly, and in the depths of his pupils, a sword light fell from the sky and went straight into the sea of knowledge, as if he wanted to kill this disrespectful ant who dared to look directly at the heavenly sword.

Roar!

The golden dragon and the gray snake came out together, roaring and biting, devouring them without any scruples, but they were still pierced by the projection power of a sword light, and the body was incomplete, but they persevered in their deaths.

"Ah......h

The young man screamed miserably, covered his bloody eyes, and wailed, and the surprise on his face turned into fear.

Because this sword, just by looking at it, it slashed out the power of his holy shadow!

"Huh!"

Blood and tears appeared in the corners of Wu Ming's eyes, his face was unruly, and the smile was still the same when the blade was pressed down, "What is the use of being alive for people like you?"

"Bold!"

At this moment, two sword lights fell from the sky, seemingly with unfathomable power.

Swift and swift, feminine as the wind, divided into spring and summer, the interval between day and night, the warm sun in the winter, and the spring cold in the middle of summer, must come in a moment.