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Pojun's humiliation did not make Wuming angry, but instead a sigh was heard from the Zhonghua Pavilion.

"Pojun, why are you so stubborn? You are too murderous. If you put down your butcher knife, you will suffer endlessly."

Just after the voice fell, a man in a blue robe appeared at the door of Zhonghua Pavilion with his hands behind his back. He had short hair and a few beards at the corners of his mouth, and he really looked like a hermit.

Then Wuming put his hands behind his back, took a few steps forward, and in the blink of an eye he was about two meters in front of Pojun.

His level of prestige is definitely on par with Liu Hao's.

When Pojun saw Wuming appear, his face was instantly filled with intense anger and extreme disdain. He suddenly shouted, "Wuming, you finally came out. Stop spouting those sanctimonious nonsense!"

"You are such a villain, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at me?"

"Stop acting like you have a responsibility to save the world. It just makes me sick!"

Pojun was not lenient with this junior fellow apprentice at all. In his opinion, Wuming's actions were that of a hypocrite and a real villain. Now he knew how to save the people of the world?

Back then, Wuming killed a lot of people, otherwise where did he get the title of martial arts legend?

Besides, what does such a great mission as saving the world have to do with you, Wuming? Do you really think you are a dish? Is it true that the world cannot survive without you, Wuming?

Wuming looked at Pojun calmly. Facing Pojun's attack, there was no anger at all in his eyes, only deep regret.

"Pojun, you and I are from the same master, and you are the master's son. I don't want to be your enemy. Please go away." Wuming's voice was still steady and peaceful.

"Don't try that on me!" Pojun was burning with rage, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. That murderous intent made the guys in the surrounding Zhonghua Pavilion shudder.

"Today I will definitely decide the outcome with you and take back what belongs to me!" After saying that, the long sword with a cold glow on Pojun's back suddenly came out of its sheath. In an instant, the sword wind whistled and rushed straight towards Wuming.

The sword pierced towards Wuming's throat as fast as lightning. Wuming slightly turned sideways and the sword brushed past his collar.

Then, Pojun turned his wrist, and the long sword in the air swept towards Wuming's waist again. Wuming flashed and easily avoided the fierce attack, still looking compassionate.

"Pojun, don't be stubborn anymore, or you will regret it."

At this moment, Pojun was not going to listen to Wuming's nonsense. The long sword in the air seemed to have a spirit. Under the control of Pojun's true energy, the moves became more and more ferocious and every sword strike was deadly.

Wuming had no choice but to fight back. He stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The true energy instantly spread over the two fingers. His fingers collided with Pojun's sword moves, making a clanging sound.

Surprisingly, under the attack of the seemingly extremely sharp sword, Wuming's fingers were not cut off.

That level of pretense is simply too much...

Seeing this, Pojun turned his other hand into a sword finger, and the Sky Blade on his back was instantly unsheathed and slashed straight towards Wuming.

Just like that, under Pojun's control, the attack was as fierce as a storm.

This also caused the people from Wushen Jue Palace and Zhonghua Pavilion to retreat again and again to avoid hurting innocent people...

But Wuming was not in a hurry at all. He walked nimbly and his body was erratic. He moved freely among the swords and sabers. Every time he dodged was just right, and every time he blocked was accurate.

Seeing that he still failed to defeat Wuming after more than ten moves, Pojun's eyes turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he kept roaring.

"Wuming! Die!" Pojun shouted and poured more energy into the sword again.

The moves of the Tanlang sword were strange, and the Tianren knife was extremely powerful. They attacked Wuming together. Wuming was finally no longer calm at this time. His face was solemn, and he exercised his power with both palms. A layer of true energy formed an invisible shield in front of him.

"Bang!" The sword and shield collided, making a deafening sound, and the powerful impact force caused the surrounding dust to fly.

Deep cracks appeared on the ground under Wuming's feet, and Pojun was forced back several steps by the recoil force.

But Po Jun did not stop. He leaped into the air again, and the sword fell into his hand. He looked down at Wuming and shouted again: "Sha Po Lang!"

As soon as this move was used, flashes of swords and shadows appeared in front of Wuming. Wuming frowned, and his body disappeared like lightning in an instant. Wuming's disappearance caused the attack to lose its target and directly destroyed the nearby buildings.

Pojun was looking at Wuming breathlessly at this time, the murderous intent in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest, but according to the current situation, he was still no match for him.

"Wuming, give the key back to me! Today's matter ends here, and I will spare your life, otherwise!..." Pojun narrowed his eyes and looked at Wuming, took a deep breath, and adjusted his true energy as quickly as possible.

Wuming stood with his hands behind his back. After hearing this, he shook his head calmly: "You want to get the Wanjian Guizong? Impossible. You are too murderous. Once you get it, everyone in the martial arts world will be in danger."

When Po Jun heard this, he immediately cursed: "Asshole! That originally belonged to my father. Also, don't speak in that pitiful tone of yours. I told you that it makes me feel sick!"

"Since you're determined to die, don't blame me!"

"Come out!"

As soon as Po Jun finished speaking, a mocking voice came quickly: "Humph! Po Jun, you are unworthy of being the heir of the Sword Sect, and you still want us to clean up the mess for you!"

After this voice fell, a laugh followed: "Haha, yes, Wuming doesn't look as strong as the legend says!"

As the two voices rang out, four figures descended from the sky in the blink of an eye and appeared in Wuming Pojun's sight.

Wuming was slightly moved when he saw the four people, and whispered: "Northern Wild Lion, Western Ridge Laughing Buddha, Eastern Peak Unique, Southern Peak Zhuge?"

"I didn't expect that you also joined Jue Wushen?"

These four people are known as the four great masters. They are all despicable and treacherous people, but they have good martial arts skills, especially the four of them have practiced a combination of skills.

Sichuan connects the divine veins.

This combination skill is quite powerful, but under normal circumstances, Wuming would not be afraid at all. Even with the help of Pojun, he is confident that he can defeat them. However, when he went to the Tianxia Club before, although he defeated Xiongba, he was also injured.

He has just recovered after such a long time, and has just experienced a contest with Pojun. Now that four people have appeared, the outcome is really unknown. After all, the current Wuming is not the Wuming who has learned Wanjian Guizong.

Bei Ye Xiong Shi laughed after hearing Wu Ming's words, and looked at him with disdain in his eyes: "Jue Wu Shen? Is Jue Wu Shen worthy of our allegiance?"

"Our master is the only true God in this world!"

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