"Who are you?"

Seeing that the other party was holding two swords, his body looked shriveled and shriveled, not like a martial artist, and several cultists looked relaxed.

Wu Mian didn't want to talk to a group of cultists, so he came directly: "Jericho Zekaku!"

Wu Mian had already asked Zhou Hui what this sentence meant?

Jericho is the name of the deity, and Zekaku means curse, and together they are "the giant god of the dog day", or "the giant god is the king of the turtle".

Hearing this, the eyes of the cultists who had been examining and observing before immediately turned red.

The reason why cultists can break through the limitations of their own talents and have the ability to get close to the aura is mainly because they have enough faith in the evil gods and have the blessings of the gods.

They were still chanting prayers, immersed in the light of God, feeling the majesty and immensity of the giant gods, and in their hearts, Jericho was the most sacred and bright being, which could not be blasphemed at all......

But now, Wu Mian is blaspheming in front of them!?

Damn it!

The breathing gradually became short, the body quickly became hot, and the qi and blood in the body began to surge, and then lost his mind...... One of the high-ranking martial artists pounced on him with a whoosh.

As Zhou Hui said, most cultists themselves have good qualifications and understanding.

In such a step-by-step rain, whether it is speed or explosiveness, it is all beyond the entry-level level.

Of course.

If the other party is at this level, there is still a lot of gap from the average level of the kendo group.

As for the distance from Wu Mian......

That would be impossible to calculate.

Along with the sword clash, a fierce impact sound sounded in the space, and the eardrums of the piercing people were buzzing.

Generally, a move like Piercing Rain, because the speed is too fast, itself contains great kinetic energy inertia, and even if ordinary people want to block, they will be bounced away by the potential energy contained in the sword.

But for Wu Mian, it's not worth mentioning.

Wu Mian swung his sword away with a sword in his hand, and with a step forward, a sword slashed towards his neck.

The speed of this high-level martial artist was also fast enough, and he stepped to the left as soon as possible, and his figure tilted, just wanting to dodge Wu Mian's sword.

It's just that with Wu Mian's hand speed and sword speed, how can he hide fast!?

A sword sliced open his throat, and blood spurted out of the carotid artery, spilling on the red wallpaper under the sword's momentum.

The high-ranking martial artist only felt a large cloud of liquid flowing from his neck, and instinctively threw away the shuriken and covered his throat with both hands, as if trying to stop the flowing blood.

Originally, Wu Mian wanted to cut off his head with a sword, but the other party shrank a step and only cut off his neck.

But after receiving such a blow, it should be about the same.

Just in case, Wu Mian made up another sword in his chest with a short sword in his left hand.

He is worthy of being a high-level martial artist, and he has strong qi and blood.

When the short sword was drawn, the blood spurted out more than a meter, directly staining Wu Mian's clothes.

At such a moment, Wu Mian naturally didn't care about the situation of clothes.

In fact, when he went home to get the sword box, Wu Mian took an extra set of clothes, just to change them.

After taking such a blow, the high-level martial artist was no longer able to do it, and he knelt on the ground against the wall......

There was another throbbing in Wu Mian's skill card.

Without waiting for Wu Mian to sense how many star runes he had lit up this time, a figure rushed out from the left side of the senior martial apprentice, and when he was about to approach Wu Mian, he was about to set up an attack, when the opponent's feet turned, the figure turned into an arc, and a curved step moved from Wu Mian's left to the right.

With his position, it corresponds to Wu Mian's empty door.

Just as he was about to make a stabbing rain and break Wu Mian's gap, Wu Mian's stabbing rain sword had already taken the lead in piercing his throat.

It looked as if he had hit the tip of Wu Mian's sword himself.

Just as the other party's footsteps moved, Wu Mian had already locked his figure, predicted his pause trajectory, and decisively stabbed out with a sword.

With one successful move, Wu Mian's palm, armpits, and armpits of his arms shook three times in a row, and he quickly pulled out the sword of thorn rain.

The cultist who was stabbed in the neck felt a strong force surging from the tip of the sword, and took a step back at his feet, and the whole person fell to the sky, spurting blood and sprinkling it into the sky, even to the ceiling.

At the same time as the cultist fell, another short, thin female cultist burst out from the left, and the sword stabbed Wu Mian's thigh like lightning.

The female cultist is petite, and although there are some freckles on her face, she is also cute and moving, but the hideousness and madness on her face are enough to make people shudder.

At this moment, Wu Mian naturally didn't care about the other party's appearance, the short sword in his left hand opened horizontally, and the sword in his left hand was not clumsy or sluggish at all, but was full of momentum of opening and closing.

Swords clashed, sparks flying.

The female disciple only felt that her palms were trembling, and she almost couldn't grasp the shuriken.

Finally grasped it, only to feel that the cold light flashed in front of him, and Wu Mian's right hand stabbing rain sword was already stabbing at him.

At the critical moment, the attention of the female disciple was highly concentrated, staring at the trajectory of the sword, and she had to dodge the dodge at the first time.

But when her figure moved at high speed, the Thorn Rain Sword in Wu Mian's hand was also constantly changing its position, like a poisonous snake, locking her figure.

What made her feel even more creepy was that under such a change, the other party's sword speed had not decreased much......

Yes!

The female sect leader instinctively screamed, as if begging for mercy, but Wu Mian did not stagnate in the slightest, and a sword hit the forehead of the female sect.

When the sword was withdrawn, it was pulled out with the opponent's skull and brain.

Such a delicate woman died in the hands of Wu Mian like this, and died so miserably, anyone would have a vivid heart.

Maybe it was the blessing of the sword sense, but Wu Mian's heart was surprisingly calm, he took a step to the left, and the figure slanted, directly behind the female disciple, and looked directly at a few figures not far away.

Behind him, there were three figures, two of which were still wheezing violently, but they were breathing more and less in, obviously on the verge of death.

In a short period of time, three people died in a row, and one of them was still a high-level martial artist.

Seeing this scene, even the cultists who were angry and bloody were all taken aback, and the nearest martial disciple was so frightened that they retreated three or four meters.

"No mercy!"

Seeing the fear on their faces, Wu Mian's cold and hard voice echoed in Wu Mian's mind, and with a kick of footsteps, his figure pounced on him with a whoosh like an arrow from the string.

The regressive cultists only felt a flower in front of them, and Wu Mian's figure had already arrived in front of them.

He was taken aback by Wu Mian's speed, and immediately stopped, and went directly to the rain of stabs.

"It's too slow!"

Wu Mian was like a stern swordsmanship teacher, and he snorted coldly, and a sword light had already swept across his neck first, as if cutting tofu, cutting off the other party's head.