The human sword separates, and in addition to this, there is also a shadow.

Wu Ming's people were separated from the sword and shadow, and in a flash, when he recombined with the bloodthirsty killing sword and shadow, the expressions of the seven masters were completely dull.

It's not just as simple as being sluggish, seven people, all with the same expression.

Their eyes bulged out, as if they were about to roll out at any moment, as if they had seen something incredible, their eyes were full of disbelief and fear, their mouths were slightly open, as if they wanted to exclaim or say something, but they did not spit out half a word.

They were all suspended in the air, motionless.

After about three or two breaths, the treasure in their hands broke away from their control and fell to the ground.

If you look closely, the protective qi on their bodies is rapidly collapsing.

At the same time as the body protection qi collapsed, the life breath in their bodies was also passing rapidly, to be precise, at this moment, they were already a dead person.

Not long after the treasure fell, and before it even fell to the ground, the bodies of the seven masters involuntarily fell towards the ground, falling without the slightest control, so that they fell freely from a height of hundreds of meters on the ground, making a muffled sound.

Bang, bang, bang!

This kind of sound makes the listener feel depressed.

Seven people, after falling to the ground, they showed different postures, which was really miserable.

From beginning to end, Wu Ming killed more than a dozen masters one after another, and it didn't take a stick of incense in total, or even less.

All of this was seen by Qin Yuan, the king of Zhenbei who was located at the head of the city, as well as those senior staff members around him.

At this point, no one said anything more.

They were all staring at Wu Ming below, as well as the corpses lying on the ground in a daze.

Those corpses were still standing beside them alive just now, and they weighed the strength between themselves and those corpses, and in the end, their hearts were simply cold.

If you go up on your own, it's the result below.

Of course, this does not include those few top-level cultivators.

In their eyes, although Wu Ming was powerful, it was not enough to make them feel fearful.

They just don't want to work for the king of Zhenbei, so they just don't know what to do, and watch the excitement on the side, anyway, there are hundreds of masters around the king of Zhenbei, and there is no shortage of them, even if the king of Zhenbei is not good in the end, they can directly switch to the next master.

They want resources, and they will never give their lives to anyone.

When King Zhenbei saw the scene below, he only felt that his head was buzzing, especially at the last moment, when seven corpses fell to the ground almost at the same time, and the muffled sound that sounded in his ears was simply indescribable.

Qin Yuan, the king of Zhenbei, only felt that his head was chaotic, his eyes were dark, his feet were unstable, and he almost fell to the ground one by one, thanks to the sharp eyes of the people around him, he was supported in time.

"Lord, Lord, what's wrong with you?"

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?

King Zhenbei barely calmed himself down, he waved his hand weakly and said: "No, it's nothing, you have all seen it, that Wu Ming is so powerful, and he is ruthless, if you don't hurry up and think of a way, I'm afraid I ...... today." ”

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and no one speaks.

You must know that the people who rushed down just now are all absolute cronies of King Zhenbei, and they are absolutely loyal to King Zhenbei, otherwise, they would not rush out to die at this moment.

Therefore, when these people died, the king of Zhenbei was naturally very sad.

King Zhenbei is a cowardly person, he is not confused, who is loyal to him, who is here to eat and drink resources, he actually has a number in his heart, so, seeing that more than a dozen of his real cronies are gone, how can King Zhenbei feel good in his heart.

At this moment, when a word is spoken, no one dares to stand up, and the already discouraged heart of King Zhenbei is even more helpless, even desperate.

However, at the end of the day, King Zhenbei will never give up his power.

He was strong and calm, and his operation and cultivation made his mind a little clearer.

He hurriedly came to the city again, and looked down with the advantage of height, Wu Ming at this time was looking down at the dozen or so corpses on the ground in the air, Xiao Hei was not idle, he had developed a good habit, every time Wu Ming solved the battle, he would rush out to collect the loot as soon as possible.

Therefore, the treasures of the dozen or so masters, the Qiankun bag, have now fallen into Xiao Hei's hands.

What a fortune this is for the time being, suddenly, Wu Ming turned around suddenly, looked up at the head of the inner city of Mida City, and the two sharp gazes directly met the gaze of Qin Yuan, the king of Zhenbei, Qin Yuan was frightened.

"What are you still doing in a daze, give me arrows, shoot this thief, release arrows. ”

The king of Zhenbei roared angrily, and with an order, the strong bow and crossbow that had already been prepared at the head of the city spit out a life-threatening cold light towards Wu Ming.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Countless silver rays of light rushed towards Wu Ming to shoot past, and each cold light pierced the air with a sizzling sound, and the speed could be seen.

In an instant, at least a thousand silver rays of light shot towards Wu Ming.

You must know that the crossbow arrows of Mida City will not be the ordinary crossbow arrows commonly used by mortals.

Whether it is a bow or an arrow, it has a considerable degree of quality.

The bow and crossbow must have reached the level of a treasure weapon, and the level will not be low, the most critical arrows must also be specially refined, and the strength and tenacity are not weak, although these crossbow arrows on Mida City are not as good as the Canglong Xiao refined by the Tang Sect for Wu Ming, but they are completely comparable to the Sky Wolf crossbow arrows.

Coupled with the odd number, Wu Ming was almost completely under a rain of swords, there was no way to dodge, there was no way to dodge, however, he never thought of dodging or avoiding.

Wu Ming not only did not dodge, but faced the rain of arrows.

A pair of Xuantian Great Demon Wings slowly flapped, and countless silver feather arrows hit Wu Ming accurately, some on the shoulder, some in the chest, and some even directly in Wu Ming's face.

As a result, these silver lights could not pose effective damage to Wu Ming at all.

At most, a line of silver light will leave a very shallow scratch on Wu Ming's body, and even blood will not flow out.

After most of the feather arrows hit Wu Ming, they were all blown away.

It was as if it had been shot on a piece of 10,000-year-old iron, and even the sound it made was very strange, like the collision of two metals, crisp and pleasant.

"Shoot, shoot me, what are you doing, kill, kill, shoot him. "The king of Zhenbei kept urging the crossbow arrows to shoot Wu Ming.