Seeing that Wumeng didn't see his iron fan, he just stabbed himself in the abdomen with a sword, completely injuring the enemy by 800 and losing 1,000 at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, but he also had to wave the fan to resist and save himself.

If this sword is stabbed in the front by him, he will have to take half a life if he does not die.

The explosion of "bang bang bang" resounded between the two, and the two figures quickly changed positions, and the battle between Ordinary and Wumeng soon entered a white heat.

Between the dense forests, countless severed limbs and stumps danced all over the sky, and there were gusts of wind within a radius of several zhang.

Bai Tu stared at the two of them tightly, shocked by Wumeng's arrogance, and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little blood boiling.

Even Ordinary definitely didn't expect that Umon would be so powerful.

If it is only from the realm of the realm, he will definitely win without any suspense.

However, the actual battle does not mean that whoever is at a high level will be able to win.

Who is Umon?

He couldn't know more clearly that this little thief was just born into a family that was far less powerful than the Blood Building.

If it weren't for the fact that in the past half a year, this kid has been against the blood building everywhere, and this kind of role would not be taken seriously by him at all.

Every blow from the late master on the opposite side of Wumeng would make his arms numb and his body tremble slightly.

However, even so, his face was indifferent, his expression became more and more calm, and the battle intent in his chest began to burn like a flame, and his breath actually showed the slightest sign of climbing.

Ordinary people feel extremely uncomfortable, and their faces are becoming more and more difficult to look at.

The other party's sword moves are like intangible and intangible things, coming and going without a trace, not to mention, the most uncomfortable thing for him is that the other party's cultivation is far inferior to himself, but it gives him a feeling of invincibility.

Ordinary people faintly felt a trace of something bad in their hearts, could it be... ......？

Bai Tu was completely impressed by the resilience shown by Wumeng at this moment.

And what made him feel even more incredible was the momentum that Umeng displayed as if he were at home.

If what he expected, this is the rumored "sword power" that only those who are born with a fighting talent beyond ordinary people can comprehend.

Both sword momentum and sword intent are means that cultivators can reach out of reach.

The difference between sword momentum and sword intent is that sword intent relies on accumulation or chance, but this sword momentum is talent and its state of mind.

The state of mind of a person who has realized the power of the sword is often several levels higher than his own realm.

From this point of view, I really don't know how far this Wumeng's cultivation can go in the future.

Ordinary has never been so uncomfortable as it is today.

Seeing that Wumeng comprehended the rumored sword momentum, Ping Fan decided to retreat.

Otherwise, even if you barely kill him today, you will definitely be extremely seriously injured, and you will even be pulled closer to hell by the other party if you are not careful.

The fierce battle of Wumeng is in full swing, and under strong pressure, there are some people who can step into the middle stage at any time.

At this point, under the continuous shaking of Wumeng, his body was erratic, like a dogskin plaster tightly clinging to the ordinary, and the sword gradually moved back to the disadvantage under the opening and closing.

Seeing this, the cold light in his eyes suddenly flourished, and under the rage, the iron fan danced like a fly, and his power increased by three points, and then he said angrily: "Little thief, since you are looking for death, how about this seat will be fulfilled for you?"

With the all-out shot of the ordinary, Wumeng, who was already at a disadvantage, only had the ability to parry and did not have the slightest power to fight back.

His sword shook one after another, and while constantly resisting the attacks of the iron fan, his body only had dozens of wounds of different depths in a matter of moments.

Bai Tu's expression was slightly abrupt, just staring at the two of them tightly, holding the sword in front of his chest, his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword, but he still didn't have the slightest intention of making a move.

Because in addition to the fact that he did not receive any hints from Umeng, in his senses, although this Umeng was full of dangers, from the time the two fought to the present, he did not get tired at all, and there was a tendency to become more and more courageous.

After dozens of more rounds, Umeng's vision was blood-colored and blurry.

He had countless wounds all over his body, and the blood that flowed soaked his clothes, as if he had become a bloody man.

The ordinary person on the opposite side seemed to have the upper hand, and the opponent who was pressed was out of breath, but in fact, his heart was already filled with chills.

There were only a few shallow sword marks on his body, but the blood still soaked a large patch on his chest.

Under its wave, the iron fan was still as sharp as before, and there was no trace of it, but Bai Tu in the distance could still easily detect a trace of ordinary fatigue.

It's not that it's not good for ordinary strength, on the contrary, if you talk about cultivation alone, he is far better than Wumeng.

However, after such a long battle, weakness is a normal thing.

Ordinary knew that his situation was getting worse and worse, but he couldn't help it.

Long before a stick of incense, Wumeng was already covered in bruises and crumbling.

It's as if you can knock it out with a little more force.

But when he exerted his strength, except for leaving a scar on the other party's body, he didn't gain anything, and the other party still resisted stubbornly.

What is even more frightening is that after a stick of incense passed, Wumeng not only did not fall, but became more and more courageous while struggling to support it.

Ordinary suddenly found that he had unknowingly fallen into a predicament.

The several sword marks on his body are the best evidence, I thought that how long could this young junior struggle in his hands?

However, the tenacity of the other party was beyond expectations.

His true qi was passing rapidly, and the edge of the iron fan gradually weakened, and his movements began to slow down.

His opponent caught a glitch in him and began to fight back.

After another stick of incense, the fear in the ordinary heart became more and more intense.

Umeng is like an indefatigable beast, and like a puppet that knows no pain.

When the blade of the iron fan swept past him, except for the splashing blood, his expression did not change in the slightest, and his movements did not relax in the slightest.

A hunter is a hunter after all, what is a bounty hunter?

This title is vividly displayed in Umun.

The battle between these two shocked Bai Tu, a shock from the depths of his soul.

There is no vanity under the fame, no wonder this Wumeng can have such a big name in Qingshan County, but it is so strong...

A bloody man covered in blood in the dense forest was silent, fighting and struggling in embarrassment.

Suddenly, I saw this figure covered in blood, and the breath suddenly more than doubled, and the sharp edge of the sword in his hand also suddenly soared, and under the big opening and closing, the stalemate between the two was immediately broken.

With Umeng's breakthrough, the ordinary immediately fell into an unprecedented crisis, and in just a few rounds, he was weighing several swords, and the sword was in the bone.

A sharp pain came, and the corners of the ordinary mouth were about to crack, making his already exhausted body heavy by three points again, and his movements were a little unable to keep up.

''''''

Half an hour later, a blood-colored figure knelt on one knee, pressed to the ground with his left hand and a sword in his right hand, panting heavily.

In front of the blood-colored figure was a corpse that had been cut off a few sections, and blood soaked the ground.

Suddenly, a blue light shot out from the bloody man's chest, and it only appeared above a few stumps in an instant, and then the blue light just circled around a few stumps, and then merged into the blood shadow's chest again.

"This is the image bead, after the junior brother buys this treasure, he can get the prey value!"

Although Wumeng was extremely seriously injured, he had just broken through the ranks, and his body had already recovered three points under the nourishment of True Qi.

"Okay, senior brother, this is not the time to talk about this, you can recover for the time being, and then the two of us will find a place to stay for two days. ”

Bai Tu's gaze at Wumeng was full of admiration, although he was very curious about the magic of the image beads, he also knew that Wumeng needed to rest at this time.

In this way, the two of them sat in place for an hour and walked to the left, and then walked all the way, and after getting out of the dense forest, they went straight to a nearby inn.

A few days later, with the help of several healing medicines, Umeng finally recovered six or seven points from his injuries.

Only then did the two continue to go straight to the capital city.