Wu Mian frowned, calling his name in the cultist's base camp, didn't this reveal his identity!?

However, looking at the panic on his face, Wu Mian couldn't care about this, took a step, and rushed to the scene of the crime as soon as possible......

At this moment, in a courtyard, three quasi-martial artists were besieging a cult martial artist.

Among the three would-be martial artists, there are two members of the kendo group and one would-be martial artist with a lot of experience.

In the case of three to one, on the contrary, it was the cult warrior who occupied the top, with a long sword in hand, and in the face of the siege of the three people, not only did the defense not leak, but when each sword counterattacked, it could burst out with amazing killing intent, killing the three of them covered in blood and retreating.

Even if he is a member of the two kendo groups, he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his swordsmanship is far beyond ordinary people, but the person in front of him is really terrifying, and it seems to contain some kind of mysterious power in the other party, not only for the physique, qi and blood, but also for the spiritual will.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the cult warrior suddenly erupted, and the long sword in his hand drew an arc of light, and a sword cut towards Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's combat experience is also rich, and he urged the starting method to dodge at the first time, and at the same time fully operated the swordsmanship block.

Even so, it's a step slow.

The speed of the cult warrior's attack was too fast, it was already beyond the level of an ordinary great martial artist, and the long sword in his hand had no time to block, and it was too late to even dodge.

The sword light swept straight in front of him.

Wang Hao only felt that his neck was cold, blood splattered out, and he cut his throat with a sword.

Wang Hao's footsteps retreated again and again, the long sword in his hand was abandoned to the ground, his hand was holding his throat, as if he wanted to curb the flow of blood, but he couldn't stop it at all, and staggered to the ground......

As soon as Wu Mian arrived at the scene, he only saw Wang Hao sitting on the ground, and the blood in his throat couldn't stop flowing.

Although Wu Mian and Wang Hao are not very familiar with each other, and there was a little conflict between them, but after everyone met and laughed at each other, they could be regarded as acquaintances and friends.

Right now

Such an acquaintance was cut by a sword like this!?

This scene had a great impact on Wu Mian, but at this moment, it was no longer the time to be shocked, Wu Mian's figure turned into an afterimage and pounced on the cult warrior.

With Wu Mian erupting, at a distance of thirty or forty meters, only in the breath, the long sword in his hand turned into a sword light, and stabbed at the face of the cult martial artist with a sword.

The cult warrior had already prepared, and directly took a turn, with his calves, thighs, waist and hips, and back to his shoulders and arms, he resonated with the force points on his body, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Kill!"

Accompanied by a ghost cut from the cult warrior.

Wu Mian only felt a cold and extremely cold aura, which came directly to his face, the linkage muscles were a little stiff, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Not only on the body, but also on the mental will.

Fortunately.

Under the influence of emotions, Wu Mian at this moment was already shrouded in an unknown anger, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to be boiling to burn, turning into a cool breath and integrating into his brain, allowing Wu Mian to resist the other party's spiritual deterrence to a certain extent.

Between the swords and weapons, it was like a spring thunder bursting, shaking people's eardrums violently, and a cluster of sparks burst out.

The long sword in the hand of the cult warrior trembled, and a gap appeared on the blade.

The power of Wu Mian's sword was so strong that it shook his mouth and wrist for a while.

Fortunately, the resistance came down.

Just when he was thinking like this, he suddenly saw a figure in front of him, Wu Mian moved directly to the left side of the figure, and when the opponent's figure moved at high speed, the long sword in his hand cut towards his figure.

"Edgeworthiness!?"

Under the protection of the talisman, his spiritual will was raised to a height that ordinary people could not imagine.

No matter how fast Wu Mian's speed was, when it fell into his eyes, it still seemed to be in slow motion.

But he also understands that even if the nerve reaction can be seen clearly, his body can't keep up with the other party.

In the face of such a master, the face of the cult warrior changed slightly, and he did not hesitate to mobilize his own qi and blood to urge the power of the talisman.

In an instant, a great terror and a great will came.

It's as if there is some kind of existence that ordinary people can't imagine, appearing in this world through the summoning of cult warriors.

The would-be warriors who were preparing to besiege before were suddenly frightened and stunned, and some of the warriors who were relatively weak in spirit even sat on the ground with their bodies paralyzed, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

At this time, even Wu Mian was affected by this force.

Wu Mian's body shook suddenly, and his physique, qi and blood seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force.

The cult warrior took the opportunity to take a step back, dodged Wu Mian's cut, and walked close to the ground under his feet, and his figure suddenly rushed out, pulling out a straight line of afterimage, and killed Wu Mian directly.

The cult warriors no longer care about others.

Although the power of the holy relic is very great, but the consumption of one's own qi and blood is also very great, urging once, at least ten or twenty shells of qi and blood need to be consumed, and the duration is only ten seconds, in this case, it is natural to solve this powerful one first.

As the other party approached, Wu Mian only felt a majestic spiritual intent coming straight over, not only making him feel out of breath, but even his body stiffened.

At the moment of crisis, Wu Mian decisively urged the skill card.

In an instant, an aura that made Wu Mian a little creepy emanated from it.

However, just as this aura emanated, Wu Mian felt that his body was light, and he was immune to the strange aura that the other party burst out.

"Cultist, my ancestor of the day!"

Wu Mian's heart was roaring, the sound was like the roar of a beast, and his feet suddenly sank, and the power of the earth bound made Wu Mian and the earth merge into one, and a force transitioned from his feet to his body, and then from his feet all the way up, and when he reached his shoulders and arms, it was like a volcano that had accumulated thousands of years of energy, and it had reached the point where it could not erupt.

Facing the figure that rushed straight up, he stabbed out directly with a sword, and suddenly there was a shock in the space, and a sharp sound of breaking the air shook in the space, stabbing straight into the chest of the cult warrior.

"Not good!"

The cult warrior's heart screamed.

In his field of vision, he could see the air concussions caused by the sword when it stabbed out.

Sonic boom!?

He never thought that under the deterrence of the talisman spirit, the other party would not only be able to move, but also burst out with such a sword.

At the moment of crisis, the cult warrior controlled his body with his powerful spiritual talent, and his figure slid directly backwards.

With the blessing of powerful spiritual power, his own speed reached an unimaginable level, but compared to Wu Mian's sword that reached the sound barrier, it was still too slow.

Click!

There was a crackling sound.

Wu Mian's long sword still stabbed at his chest, and the huge force exploded, directly shattering the bones in his chest and piercing into his lungs.

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