"Kill!"

Wu Ming roared violently, like a beast fighting for his life, and before the clone was far away, he grabbed its ankle and smashed it down.

Boom Boom!

In an instant, I don't know how many times I fell, the entire dark space trembled, and in the infinitely extended darkness, the shadows and shadows seemed to fluctuate, shocked by its ferocity.

The replicable body is a replicant in the end, even if it does not have Wu Ming's characteristics in some aspects, such as combat instinct, but in the previous war, Wu Ming had already exerted ninety percent of his combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the strength of his body was on par with Wu Ming's own strength, and the latter was hit hard, even if he fought hard, he had the upper hand, and after the clone gradually withstood the critical blow, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Ho!"

Compared with Wu Ming's ferocity that was almost like a beast, the clone at this moment showed Wu Ming's ruthless side to the fullest.

Click!

With a low roar that was not human, at the moment of being smashed, the clone twisted violently, and the calf turned into a twist, bursting out with a little golden blood.

Boom!

Wu Ming didn't check for a while, and the leg that was swept by him hit the neck, and the person stumbled to the side and fell.

"Kill!"

The clone was like Wu Ming before, and he reached out and grabbed his ankle, actually trying to replicate this style of play.

But who is Wu Ming?

Before enlisting in the army, mixed in society, group fights are commonplace, and all dirty means are used, even if the clone barely suppresses the bridge of the nose and the down/yin two heavy injuries with perseverance, where can I learn its ability to adapt to improvisation?

When the clone was caught, Wu Ming had already supported the ground with his left hand, his body was half-arched, his left leg curled up, as if it was too late to put it away, and when the opponent's wrist touched the ankle of his right leg, he used the support point to exert force and kicked it hard.

There was a muffled pop, and the bigfoot girl was in the middle of the door, and the clone that kicked straight back was thrown back, and the neck creaked with overwhelming burden.

But after an instant, the clone turned around and grabbed Wu Ming's legs with both hands, but it was still empty.

Because the latter had already taken advantage of the momentum to retreat backwards, adjusted his stance again, and flew up like a cheetah, his right hand was bent like a hook, and he was extremely ruthless to the eye socket of the clone.

If this one is solid, no matter how strong the clone is, it will lose its combat effectiveness in a short period of time as before.

Whether it is a half-saint or a mortal, the vital parts of the body are those parts, as long as they do not transcend the mortal body of the flesh, a blow to the yin foot is enough to make people lose their combat power for a short time.

But after a few encounters, the clone seemed to have adapted to such a rogue play, and the left hand covering his nose subconsciously moved up, blocking the pick.

Not only that, his right hand reached out like electricity, and as soon as he grasped Wu Ming's wrist, he didn't give him a chance to withdraw it at all, and twisted it violently to the side.

"Learned so fast?"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, and he didn't have time to think about it, and at the moment when his wrist was broken, he spun and bounced violently, wanting to unload this strength.

Boom!

But soon, he suffered a lot, and with a muffled sound, he saw the clone kicking on Wu Ming's abdomen, kicking it flat and flying up.

"Wow!"

Rao is Wu Ming's physical body is strong, but he has been hit hard one after another, and he has almost run out of oil, only to feel that his internal organs are almost shattered, and he opened his mouth and spit out a puff of blood mist.

But what seemed to be immortal was that the clone didn't let go, still holding its wrist, and its feet were like flying, and dozens of footprints appeared in an instant, but it seemed to condense into a blow and slammed it on the abdomen again.

At this moment, the two seemed to have completely abandoned the fighting methods of the warriors, almost ruffians fighting each other, and carried out the most primitive attacks.

It's a pity that except for the beginning, Wu Ming took the lead and took the lead, but now, he is completely at a disadvantage, being pressed and beaten by the clone.

Or rather, torture and killing!

Yes, with one foot flying, every time Wu Ming kicked him flat and flew up, and was dragged back by him, like kicking a shuttlecock, but there was a tow rope.

The clone seems to be addicted to playing, and seems to be very interested in this method, and he never gets tired of it, and I don't know how many kicks it kicks.

"Boom!"

But he didn't notice that except for the beginning, Wu Ming was hit hard for the first time and spit blood, and every time he was kicked after that, he just snorted, until his face was purple, and then snow-white, and it seemed that he no longer had the power to resist.

In the end, the whole arm went limp, and the body was like a rag bag, blown up and down by the clone's foot wind, falling and blowing, and so on!

Finally, the clone seemed to be tired of playing, stopped, ruthlessly grabbed Wu Ming's wrist, lifted it in front of him, slowly raised his right hand, and pointed like a knife, as if it was about to be cut off.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming, who was as angry as a gossamer, suddenly opened his eyes with only one slit left, and burst out with light like electricity.

At this moment, the aura around his body was extremely sluggish, and his entire body seemed to have no good skin, and even the bones all over his body were shattered by the heavy blows, and even his internal organs were turned into mud.

But only the right arm that was grabbed was still intact, and the green tendons on it suddenly burst out, like a dragon soaring, and the faintly vibrating arm buzzed like a bowstring.

Laugh at!

The sharp and unparalleled light poured out from the fingertips, condensed into a wisp of sword light, and in a flash, it disappeared into the center of the clone's eyebrows, and before it had time to dodge, it directly passed through the back of the head, splashing a large area of golden blood.

Boom!

The clone seemed to have lost all its strength, and when he shook it slightly, his left hand loosened, and Wu Ming fell to the ground, smashing up billowing dust.

"It's over!"

Wu Ming's eyes went dark, he lost consciousness, and fell into endless darkness.

Airplanes!

The clone slowly lowered his head, looking at Wu Ming lying on the soles of his feet, the complex light hidden in his eyes flashed, and his whole body shook, and there were layers of ripples, and a large area of golden starlight escaped from it.

Call!

There was no wind in the dark space, but at this moment, it seemed that a breeze was blowing, and the golden starlight was surging and not dissipating, and the entire dark space shining brightly.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air suddenly appeared, but I saw countless stone statues as if they had come to life, falling around Wu Ming, forming a strange and incomparable formation, and it seemed to seal the golden light mist inside, preventing it from dispersing.

Rumble!

After a moment, the golden light mist condensed into a ball, and under the traction of the invisible power, it turned into a golden sword, pointing at the sky from afar, releasing a monstrous sword intent, I don't know where it was transmitted.

Wu Ming didn't know all this, because after a series of battles, he was exhausted, ran out of oil, and fell into a coma.

Even more unclear, the sword light reversed, as if the world was turned upside down, and it stabbed into the vital points of its spine meridians, immersing itself in it in a flash, causing a large golden brilliance to escape from the wounds around its body in an instant.

It's just that there is a large array composed of countless stone statues, which makes it difficult for the golden brilliance to escape, and finally it is completely pressed into the meridians little by little, and swims along the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

After becoming familiar with its meridians, the dried true yuan in Wu Ming's body seemed to have regained its vitality, and it operated on its own according to the "Innate Gong", and then pulled the power of the golden sword light to swim away, gradually merging with his own true element.

......

When Wu Ming was asleep and the golden sword light melted into the meridians, the top of the Heavenly Sword Cliff was already noisy.

"Pure Yang Sword Gang!"

Lin Tong, who was elegant and handsome, had a gloomy complexion, as if a storm was coming, and said almost word by word, "This son doesn't have a Thousand Tribulation Sword Heart, how can he lead to the birth of Pure Yang Sword Gang?"

It's no wonder that as a sword path half-saint, he is so out of shape, just because this Pure Yang Sword Gang is one of the strongest and most suitable special powers for kendo powerhouses in the supreme Tiangang Yang vein under the Thousand Intercepts Sword Sect!

Not only him, but even Zhou and Ge, as well as Fang Yue, who was belated, were all stunned.

Without it, because of these kinds of powers named Jian Gang, it has been recorded in the history of the Thousand Intercept Sword Sect that only a person with a sword heart can do it, and the probability of failure is not small.

And those with sword intent are all swordsmen with extraordinary kendo talents, even if there are four people present, only Ge Lao and Fang Yue'e have this condition.

It's a pity that under the mistakes of the year, his sword heart has already collapsed, although he has found another way to renew the way of the sword, but the cultivation of the sword path is only because of the supreme mastery of the Thousand Sects of the Sword Sect, and it is beyond the ordinary level.

As a result, this woman was almost out of the crowd from the extraordinary swordsman Tianjiao of the same level back then!

Not to mention, Ge Lao spent his old bull's nose back then, and he didn't succeed in absorbing this kind of sword gang, which was a regret in his life.

"Senior Brother Zhou, this son does not have a sword heart, stealing the Pure Yang Sword Gang, this is a blasphemy against the sword saints of the Thousand Interception Sword Sect, and it is also a shame for my Thousand Interception Sword Sect!"

Lin Tong was not without jealousy, but even more frightened, because he knew very well what kind of person Wu Ming was, so he almost made a desperate proposal, "But if he can obtain the Pure Yang Sword Gang, it is a chance, I propose to abolish his mixed martial arts and cultivate the sword path alone." ”

Zhou Kong's brows furrowed, and his thoughts were wandering, as if he was considering his proposal.

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't forget that this son is hand-picked by the sword elder! He is leading the art up the mountain again, how can he say that he will be wasted?"

Fang Yue'e suddenly changed color.

"Senior sister has already said that this son has passed the Sword Forest and is a disciple of the Sword Sect!"

Ge Tianhua said without concealing his disdain.

No one knows better than them how much impact the abolition of other specialized martial arts will have on themselves, at least their cultivation will be damaged, and at worst, the true intent of martial arts will cause indelible wounds, and they will never make any progress again.

"Even Sword Elder and Senior Sister can't go against the will of the Ancestor of this sect!"

Lin Tong clenched his fists to the sky and said uncompromisingly, "This son is not pure-minded, and he has no sword heart, how can he inherit the great cause of my Thousand Sword Sect?"

"You Lin Tong may not be thinking about the sect!"

Ge Tianhua sneered.

"You ......"

Lin Tong was angry, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "I don't have a war of words with you, the will of the saint first, the rules of the sect are above, this son ......"

"Enough!"

Zhou Kong suddenly spoke, glanced at him coldly, and said unabashedly, "The sect does have this rule, if this son is unwilling to give up the sword path and other martial arts, he will not have the qualifications to become a disciple of the Sword Sect." ”

"Senior brother!"

Ge Tianhua and Fang Yue's faces changed drastically, and they looked at Zhou Kong in disbelief.

But now that the Sword Sect Sage is in retreat, the highest-ranking old woman has long since left, and no one can change Zhou Kong's decision.

"Senior Brother Yingming, under your leadership, my sect will definitely be able to prosper!"

Lin Tong smiled slightly.