Mythical Cultivation

The group of palace guards who were originally trying to stop the two mysterious visitors didn't even have time to react before they saw two long swords flashing with cold light whistling towards them at lightning speed.

Only a few screams were heard, and in the blink of an eye, the guards were sent flying backwards like leaves caught in a gust of wind. Three of the unfortunate guards fell heavily to the ground, not moving a muscle, clearly dead on the spot.

The other guards who had managed to escape were all seriously injured and in a miserable state.

At this moment, a roar like thunder exploded: "Everyone, scatter! Do not engage them head-on!"

Everyone looked closely and saw that the person who had roared was Nangong Wending. He scanned the chaotic scene before him with sharp eyes, and when he saw nearly ten palace guards lying injured, his heart sank.

With years of experience and keen intuition, he immediately realized that the two masters who suddenly appeared in front of him were the powerful enemies they had been guarding against.

Therefore, he decisively ordered the guards to disperse quickly to avoid causing more unnecessary casualties.

"Haha, isn't this the famous Nangong Wending of the Bai Mansion? I never thought that a distinguished figure like you would stoop so low as to hide your true identity and engage in such despicable acts as robbery and robbery."

As a burst of shrill laughter rang out, two figures suddenly appeared, and the joking words just now came from the mouth of one of them.

The man looked to be in his forties and had a gentle appearance, but there was a centipede-like mark on his face that ruined his appearance. When he spoke, the mark on his face trembled, looking a little scary.

Immediately afterwards, another figure quickly chimed in, "That's right! As the saying goes, 'The governor is allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps.' We all know this truth!"

The man was a burly, dark-skinned man in his fifties. When he said this, his tone was full of undisguised sarcasm and provocation towards Nangong Wending, as if he had determined that the other party was the kind of person who was two-faced and extremely hypocritical.

However, facing such sarcasm, Nangong Wending snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"Hmph! Why should I talk to you about morality and justice when dealing with a bunch of heartless bandits like you and rats like you who hide all day and dare not show their true faces? Don't even compare us with you, because you are not worthy!"

"Haha, you still dare to speak so arrogantly now! I want to see if your mouth can still be so tough later?" The man shouted at Nangong Wending with a ferocious face.

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of a whistling wind, and an extremely burly man with an extremely large sword in his hand appeared in front of Nangong Wending like a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, the sturdy man unleashed a powerful move called "Splitting Mount Hua with Force" without hesitation, and the giant sword in his hand chopped down Nangong Wending's head with a force of ten thousand pounds.

Faced with this thunderous force, Nangong Wending was startled. He could tell at a glance that this move was incredibly powerful. If he tried to take it head-on, he would probably be seriously injured.

So, he made a quick decision, exerted force on his feet, and spun rapidly like a top, narrowly avoiding the opponent's fatal blow.

Just as Nangong Wending dodged, a resounding bang echoed, deafening like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. Looking back at where he had been standing, he saw a terrifying, bottomless pit nearly ten feet long, etched in the solid stone floor.

Countless pieces of gravel and soil shot out in all directions, flying all over the sky like flowers scattered by fairies. The scene was so thrilling that it was astonishing.

Meanwhile, Wu Ming, on the other side of the battlefield, was also in danger. A middle-aged man with a hideous scar on his face was using his spiritual sense to control a gleaming flying sword, which was hurtling towards Wu Ming at lightning speed.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to chop down in front of him, Wu Ming had no time to think and hurriedly raised the broken blade in his hand to block it.

However, at this moment, how could Gao Mingyuan, who had been watching closely from the side, miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for revenge?

A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes, and he roared furiously. He brandished a pair of iron fists as big as sandbags, and with a whistling sound, he pounced fiercely at Wu Ming. For a moment, Wu Ming was in a desperate situation, attacked from both sides.

Facing the two men's siege, Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself: Fighting one against two is definitely not the best strategy. He took a deep breath, and his internal energy surged like a tide. His footwork was as swift as the wind, and his body moved lightly like smoke, skillfully avoiding the two men's fierce attacks.

The scarred man was shocked to see that his sure-hit attack was dodged so easily by Wu Ming, but he reacted very quickly. He changed the sword technique in his hand and immediately directed the long sword to turn in the air, and continued to slash at Wu Ming like a flash of lightning.

Wu Ming's situation was becoming increasingly difficult at this time. On the one hand, he had to deal with the long sword that appeared out of nowhere and attacked fiercely. On the other hand, he had to keep an eye on Gao Mingyuan's fist that was attacking like a storm.

He didn't dare to be careless. He held the broken blade tightly in his right hand and unleashed a set of exquisite sword techniques to protect himself tightly. At the same time, his figure was like a ghost, constantly moving back and forth in the narrow space, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"Chase, why don't you chase?"

Gao Mingyuan roared, his face full of ferociousness. He clenched his teeth tightly and swung his fists more violently, wishing he could smash Wu Ming into a pulp with one punch.

He still remembered the hatred of having his tendons cut last time, so when he met his enemy today, he was naturally furious.

But Wu Ming remained calm throughout. While dodging Gao Mingyuan's attacks, he would occasionally counterattack with one or two swords, preventing the opponent from pressing too hard.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, suddenly, a furious shout resounded through the night sky: "Take action! It's time to close the net!"

Immediately afterwards, three long swords flashing with cold light were seen, like meteors chasing the moon, instantly cutting through the dark night sky, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, rushing towards the scarred face and the strong man respectively.

It turned out that Nangong Wendi finally gave the order, asking the three priests who had been sitting on the sidelines to take action.

These three priests are all top masters in the martial arts world. They are all masters in the realm of driving objects and are very powerful. Their sudden appearance has caused a huge change in the situation on the field.