On the endless sea, a cloud of white jade light suddenly rose, and all the living beings within a radius of 100 miles suddenly felt cold all over their bodies, as if they were sharp-edged steel knives, scraping bones and cutting gods, flashing!

What's even more terrifying is that with the white jade light that rose like the sun, it brought up a terrifying and uncovered blood mist, which was the flesh and blood of the sea clan creatures that were directly annihilated by the power of the sword pattern shell within a radius of dozens of miles!

"Run!"

Almost at the same time, several hidden breaths around him rose into the sky, and they fled for their lives into the distance.

Looking at its breath, all ethnic groups have it, and I don't know whether to look for an opportunity, or to ambush here, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to pick up a bargain.

But he didn't want the battle to end so quickly, and he also woke up the sleeping sword pattern shells.

The reason why the demi-saints of all races will not go to war is that in addition to the unwritten rules agreed upon verbally, they are afraid of their own breath, which will cause the sword pattern shell to wake up in fear.

Once this happens, it will definitely release the sword qi that has accumulated for many years and absorbed the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon to attack the comer!

The Emperor of the Sea Soul Clan, although he was only a peak emperor, at the cost of self-detonation, the ability of the innate bloodline and supernatural power he stimulated was unlimited, and he even had the power of the Half-Holy Demon Venerable!

It is precisely because of this that the group of fierce beasts of the knife pattern shell was awakened!

In order to feel it personally, Wu Ming quenched his body with sword qi here, and even used this special power to eliminate the hidden dangers that had been missed in the past in his body, which was already extremely deep, almost close to the center.

In order to be able to stop Wu Ming and prevent him from escaping, the Emperor of the Sea Clan discovered Wu Ming early and did not rush to make a move, just to wait for Wu Ming to consume most of his strength, so that he had nothing to escape.

In this way, Wu Ming, who was close to the center, bore the brunt of the attack, and in an instant, he was shrouded in the sword qi that was enough to hit and even annihilate the ordinary half-saint powerhouse.

In the face of such power, where did Wu Ming dare to slack off, he did not hesitate to stimulate the power of the mountain and sea realm beads, and the silver-white light and shadow flashed from the center of his eyebrows, covering his whole body in an instant.

"Boom!"

But when the sword qi swept by, the agitated silver-white light curtain rippled everywhere, and Wu Ming snorted, his eyes could not hide the shock.

Compared to the innate supernatural powers of the Sea Soul Guts Clan, this sword qi also had the ability to cut souls, if it weren't for the power of the Void Swimming Fish spit out by the Mountain and Sea Realm Beads, it would have been broken almost instantly.

Rao is like this, he can still channel it into the divine soul through the power of this isolated space, and then there are bursts of tingling, as if tearing the soul of the divine soul, and the pain instantly permeates the whole body.

If it weren't for his unparalleled perseverance, he had endured this kind of pain several times in his early years, and he had even been incarnated by soul splitting, and if he was an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would not be able to bear it at the moment of contact.

As a result, like the demon beast in the sea, it could not control its own strength to resist, and instantly turned into blood mist.

But in the end, this is the result of the Sword-Patterned Shell Fierce Beast Clan, and its power has completely reached the half-saint level, and it is an extremely powerful kind.

Under the impact of this force, Wu Ming only felt that he was like a fallen leaf in the wind and rain, and like a flat boat in the stormy waves, rising and falling, swaying.

Even he was like this, and the rest of the hidden emperors could be imagined, almost one after another, with a few precious lights annihilated, the screams stopped abruptly, and no more sound came out.

"Puff puff!"

Spit out three mouthfuls of blood mist in succession, Wu Ming's eyes lost focus, and his whole body was even more bloody, and it became a blood gourd in an instant.

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, he almost bit off half of his tongue, and only with the help of the severe pain from his body did he forcibly stabilize his body, control Zhenyuan, barely protect the vital tendons, and stabilize his mind.

"Such a terrifying power, if it weren't for the power of the Void Swimming Fish, it could block the attack of the physical force, and at the moment when I lost my mind, I am afraid that I would be cut into pulp by this sword qi, and there would be no bones left!"

Glancing at the beach covered with shells the size of a millstone, Wu Mingqiang suppressed the undulating backblood in his chest, turned around and wanted to leave, but turned around after an instant.

Airplanes!

Wu Ming's body trembled, his complexion changed suddenly, and his left hand subconsciously leaned forward and grabbed a thick short knife like an autumn rainbow, which was the Seven Star Cold Moon Knife.

This was the first time that the knife had appeared without being summoned, and it was almost out of control, and it seemed to be greatly attracted.

"Not good!"

Wu Ming's arm shook slightly, and he was about to withdraw the Cold Moon Knife, but before he could make a move, the sword qi scattered between heaven and earth was actually a constriction, as if it had turned into a giant blade that opened the sky, and slashed at him head-on.

"Could it be that he was stimulated by the Cold Moon Knife?"

After a slight hesitation, Wu Ming shook his hand and threw the Cold Moon Knife into the air, and his body exploded away.

Although I don't know why this happened, the scattered sword qi can have the ability to severely damage the half-saint, and now it is gathered in one place, and the power is so strong, even if it can't reach the level of Lu Jiuyuan, I'm afraid it's not far away.

Wu Ming doesn't have a knife in the person, the concept of a knife cutting people to death, no matter how good the treasure is, it is not as important as life.

Moreover, the Cold Moon Knife is a well-known and superb Dao treasure in the Middle Ages, ranking among the top ten divine weapons, and almost has the ability to achieve holy swords.

Although the power of the Dao weapon has just been restored, it does not mean that it can be destroyed if it is destroyed, and no one can guarantee that this may not be a chance!

Airplanes!

But seeing the Cold Moon Knife flying into the air, it rose in the wind, instantly turned into a hundred zhang, and continued to grow bigger, even though it was still as small as a toothpick in front of the white jade knife qi, but the momentum was not much better!

Boom!

In an instant, the two knives intersected, and in the piercing sound of gold and iron, a monstrous wave of sharp qi was set off, and there was lightning and thunder, and the wind was howling.

"Boom!"

Wu Ming had already withdrawn from the thousands of zhang away, and under the impact of this wave of qi, he actually rolled a few heels, and the backlash in his chest could not be suppressed, and he squirted several mouthfuls of blood, rushing out thousands of zhang away like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Fortunately, the power of the boundary beads protects each other, except for the excitement of the mind and a burst of dizziness, there is not much damage to the body.

Moreover, Wu Ming unexpectedly discovered that this dissipating power was several times purer than the sword qi emitted by the previous sword pattern shell when he was asleep, and the ability to refine the physical body was stronger.

"If I can carry it, it may be better than cultivating here for a few months, and the benefits will be stronger!"

Wu Ming was not surprised, his eyes flashed, looking at the two giant knives that collided with each other as if he had met an old enemy, he bit his steel teeth, slowly dissipated part of the power of the boundary beads, and tentatively moved forward.

"There's a door!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he continued to move forward, finding that the previous sharp edge that directly destroyed the divine soul had been weakened by half.

Not surprisingly, it was this white jade sword that gathered most of the power, and most of it acted on the Cold Moon Knife, that this power weakened.

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Ming did not hesitate any longer, and his steps became faster and faster.

It is said to be fast, but in fact, it is not much faster than normal walking, and it is extremely stressful.

Almost in just a few tens of zhang, Wu Ming's body was surrounded by blood mist again, and after crossing a hundred zhang, the blood mist did not return to his body, but instead escaped a lot under the impact of sword qi.

Even so, Wu Ming did not give up moving forward, even if his aura had a downward trend.

After a thousand feet of progress, the blood mist faded a lot, and golden points of light appeared, but Wu Ming's whole person seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his complexion was as white as paper, as if he was sick and terminal, and he was dying!

It's just that his eyes are as bright as stars, his momentum is not decreasing, but increasing, and his pace is accelerating again.

In this way, I don't know how long it took, step by step to the place where the previous battle was fought, staring at the big work of the pit, the two giant knives that seemed to hit the real fire, stepped forward again.

Looking from afar, there seemed to be a thousand-foot-long blood-colored cloak behind Wu Ming, which was transformed by the blood and qi that was scattered around him.

If anyone is here, they will be shocked and jaw-dropping.

As we all know, the human body has always been weak, and even the flesh is not strong.

As Wu Ming is doing now, don't say that ordinary great grandmasters, even if they are half-saints, will have a great loss of vitality, and even their cultivation will plummet, and the great grandmaster may die directly.

But except for Wu Ming's somewhat terrifying appearance, the rest continued to move forward as if nothing happened.

Poof!

It's just that the closer it gets, the stronger the energy exuded by the confrontation between the two swords, like substance, and it has left a terrifying scar on Wu Ming's body.

After getting close to Qianzhang, Wu Ming's body surface was almost unbleed, and there were bloody wounds everywhere, and even deep bone scars could be seen everywhere.

It's just that there is no blood stain in the wound, only faintly white tendons, and hidden jade-colored bones!

What's even more terrifying is that there are also knife marks on the bones, and the deepest part seems to have been broken!

Wu Ming seemed to have forgotten the pain as if he hadn't realized it, and continued to move forward until the two knives were fighting a hundred feet away, and then he slowly stopped, as if he was numb, and seemed to be feeling silently.

"I didn't expect that the murderous creature stimulated its own talent, and the sword qi it urged actually had the ability to play a war knife!"

Wu Ming's eyes were full of swords, and he was actually deducing the trajectory of the battle between the two giant swords.

It seems to be wide open and closed, without any rules, like children scuffling together for a piece of pastry, but the trajectory that can be cut falls in Wu Ming's eyes, but there is a martial arts that is as light as a weight, and simplifying the complex!

Watching this battle is tantamount to the two great sword path demi-saints, showing their true martial arts intentions without reservation, and letting them observe.

And Wu Ming himself is a martial arts wizard, he will never forget it, and his gains can be imagined!

Although the Cold Moon Knife is a dead thing, with the recovery of the origin in the body, it has already recovered spiritually, and under the traction of this knife intent, it has almost burst out with the strongest power at present.

Although the white jade sword is transformed by the power of thousands of sword pattern shells themselves, in the end, it is a qualitative change caused by quantitative changes, and it has no substance, and it cannot compete with the Cold Moon Knife, which is essentially the best Dao weapon.

As the piercing sound gradually stopped, the light of the white jade sword dissipated, and with a faint sound, it was finally exhausted, turning into a ray of light and shadow and dissipating.

It's not that the knife pattern shells are exhausted, but they fight with a dead thing, and the consumption is so great that the gains outweigh the losses.

In the final analysis, the Cold Moon Knife only exudes fighting intent, not hostile intent, otherwise the knife pattern shellfish group will definitely not die!

"It's time to go!"

Wu Ming's face was slightly relaxed, and he was not without surprise in his heart.

Encountering such a vision of heaven and earth is tantamount to getting an opportunity out of thin air, which is of great help to comprehend and deduce the way of simplifying the complex.

The most important thing is that after this sword qi tempered the flesh body, the flesh and blood have almost undergone a re-tempering, and some of the flaws and hidden dangers formed by the problems that had been ignored in the past have also been eliminated.

Airplanes!

It's just that the Cold Moon Knife shook its whole body, releasing a brilliance like the Cold Moon, enveloping the white jade sword that was slowly dissipating, and it was actually pulled towards itself!