The First Tyrant of Daxia

Wuming's eyes became sharp and he moved his feet, moving quickly on the roof like a leopard running wildly.

As Wuming was taking action, countless Jinyiwei followed behind him and rushed up.

Wuming is not fighting alone.

But the leader of the men in black on the opposite side did not panic at all. He just looked calm, turned his wrist, and swung it hard. The black hook with a metallic luster was thrown out at an extremely fast speed, like a meteor chasing the moon.

The other men in black also imitated their leader's actions and swung out their deadly flying dragon claws.

call out!call out!call out!

Countless sounds of wind breaking through the air were heard, like thousands of arrows being shot at the same time.

Wuming's eyes narrowed, and he quickly turned his head away while raising his straight knife to block.

With a clang, the sharp claws of the flying dragon grabbed Wuming's straight knife. The extremely sharp barbs on it made Wuming feel threatened. If it grabbed his body, he would at least have a large piece of flesh torn off if he didn't die.

But the Jinyiwei next to him was not so lucky.

The sharp claw of the flying dragon pierced directly through his heart, and he died on the spot.

For a time, many Jinyiwei were killed by this strange weapon.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Wuming was shocked. He had never seen such a strange weapon.

The leader of the men in black laughed strangely and pulled hard with his hand. Wuming immediately felt a powerful force pulling the straight knife in his hand.

Weapons are the lifeblood of a warrior, so Wuming naturally wouldn't let the leader of the men in black take it away, so he immediately grabbed his weapon tightly.

But although the leader of the men in black looks thin, he is surprisingly strong.

Wuming is already considered a very powerful man, but the leader of the men in black can be on par with him. This is too amazing!

Wuming just couldn't understand how someone so small, who probably didn't even have 30 pounds of flesh on his body, could burst out with such amazing strength?

Obviously now was not the time to think about these things, Wuming used all his strength to grab his weapon.

"What a barbarian!"

The leader of the men in black cursed with disdain, then shook his wrist again, and the Flying Dragon Claw seemed to have come to life, and it let go of the straight knife it was holding.

Originally he had tense strength, but when the leader of the men in black released his strength, Wuming inevitably took a few steps back.

But at this moment, the Flying Dragon's Claw attacked again, and while Wuming was unable to stand firmly, it went straight for Wuming's neck.

The sharp hook rapidly enlarged in Wuming's eyes. At this critical moment, Wuming quickly bent down.

At the same time, he moved one leg back, with his left and right legs forming a triangle, and at the same time, the Flying Dragon Claw flew past Wuming's face.

"Hey, young man, you have a nice waist!"

The leader of the men in black sneered, retracted his wrist, and the flying hook suddenly split and bent backwards. The hook that was originally pointing forward suddenly turned into a lotus barb pointing backwards.

Wuming also understood at this time that the leader of the men in black was enough to tire him to death with just this strange weapon.

The only way to solve this problem is to find a way to stop his hook and then get close to his body to give him a fatal blow.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Wuming quickly dodged the hook again.

It was at this moment that Wuming grabbed the hook.

"court death!"

The leader of the men in black was startled for a moment, but he quickly realized that he was now in the form of a lotus thorn. If Wuming dared to grab his retracted claw like this, he would be courting death!

He pulled hard, and the hook of the lotus thorn pierced into Wuming's hand directly. In an instant, the flesh and blood became a blur, and even the metallic luster on the hook was covered up.

"what!"

Wuming screamed as the barb pierced his flesh. The pain was so excruciating that it felt as if his hand was about to be torn off.

"It's a stupid thing to try to stop a chariot with one's arms."

The leader of the men in black sneered and immediately pulled the hook even harder.

But he soon discovered that he could no longer pull the hook.

"you!"

The leader of the men in black immediately understood and looked at Wuming with fear in his eyes.

This guy actually wanted to use the bones on his palm to jam his hook, preventing him from retracting the hook smoothly!

"You are such a lunatic!" the leader of the men in black cursed.

Wuming pulled his face with a forced smile, because he really couldn't laugh anymore, it was too painful.

But now that the leader of the men in black has no grappling hook, he can no longer launch a long-range attack on Wuming, which is equivalent to having an arm cut off.

"It's my turn now!"

Wuming roared, and the hand that was hooked by the hook wrapped the rope around his hand, then he pulled out a straight knife with his other hand and quickly killed the leader of the men in black.

The leader of the men in black was suddenly panicked. He had never seen such a desperate fight.

If he continued to hold on to the Flying Dragon Claw, Wuming would rush over and chop him to death.

The weapon he originally relied on to play tricks on Wuming has now turned into a weapon that restrains himself.

Seeing Wuming coming towards him with fierce momentum, the leader of the men in black made a prompt decision and threw away the Flying Dragon Claw in his hand.

This was exactly what Wuming wanted. He stepped forward and chopped down with the straight knife in his hand, causing strong winds to whistle.

When the leader of the men in black saw this scene, he revealed a cold smile.

"You fell into a trap."

"what?!"

Wuming's heart was shocked.

The leader of the men in black took out a short crossbow as long as an arm from his black clothes. The front of the crossbow was like a bamboo tube with a dozen small holes on it.

"call out!"

As the man in black pulled the trigger, the crossbow instantly shot out countless arrows as thin as chopsticks.

At such a close distance and with the firing rate of the crossbow, Wuming had no way of reacting. He instantly turned into a living target and was shot by the crossbow.

"Ok?"

The leader of the men in black was stunned for a moment.

With the power of the crossbow and the two being so close to each other, how come this guy didn't even bleed?

Wuming showed a smug smile on his face, and without any explanation, he chopped it down with his knife.

Seeing this, the man in black hurriedly dodged Wuming's straight knife and finally managed to avoid it narrowly.

Although Wuming is not a top master, he is still a first-rate master. He has also been trained under Murong Shunhua, so his strength is naturally needless to say.

But this blow of the knife made him stunned.

Because the opponent was not as powerful as he expected, and instead seemed a little panicked at this moment. In Wuming's opinion, this person was at most a top second-rate master, and there was still a big gap between him and him.

But how could this leader of the men in black stay with him for so long!

Wuming soon realized that it was that strange weapon that allowed the leader of the men in black to exert abilities beyond his original strength.