Mythical Cultivation

Unfortunately, although the man in black reacted quickly, he was still a little slower than Wu Ming's sword moves.

Wu Ming's sword pierced the black-clad man's back with lightning speed. The tip of the sword was only an inch away from his heart, which was extremely dangerous!

In an instant, it was as if a blood gate was opened in the black-clothed man's chest, and a large amount of bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

It was not until this moment that the severely injured man in black suddenly woke up and realized the existence of Wu Ming and the sneak attack he had just encountered.

What shocked him even more was that this seemingly ordinary palace guard in front of him was actually a powerful cultivator who was hiding his true strength and had reached the realm of driving objects!

"Damn it! This is such bad luck! A cultivator at the Exorcist Realm is actually wearing palace guard uniforms. Where on earth did this sinister fellow emerge from?"

The man in black cursed fiercely in his heart while frantically tending to the horrific wound on his chest. Blood continued to flow from the wound, staining his black clothes red.

At the same time, seeing the man in black injured, Nangong Wending, who had been at a disadvantage and struggling to hold on, finally got a chance to breathe.

He calmed his rapid breathing a little, raised his head, and cast a look at Nangong Wending with gratitude.

Wu Ming, seeing that his attack had successfully injured the man in black, naturally would not miss this opportunity to press on. He flashed into the battlefield like a ghost, aiming directly at the man in black who had just been injured by his spiritual power.

Speaking of this man in black, his strength was originally much higher than Wu Ming's. Unfortunately, he was hit by Wu Ming's unexpected sword and suffered serious injuries.

At this moment, he was unable to fully display his originally powerful strength. As soon as the fight started, he was immediately suppressed by Wu Ming's sharp Autumn Water Sword Technique. He was forced to retreat again and again. He could only parry and had no power to fight back.

With Wu Ming's strong joining, the combat effectiveness of the Bai family was finally equal to that of the other side.

At this time, the battlefield was in a stalemate: Nangong Wending, Zhou Ling, and Wu Ming each faced a man in black, and the fight was difficult to determine the winner;

The other three priests each held back a man in black, and both sides refused to give in. For a moment, it seemed difficult to tell who was the winner.

The whole scene was tense and exciting, making people nervous and focused on the development of the battle.

"Granny Qiu, why don't you go and help the other worshippers fight off the enemies? I really don't need you to protect me here!"

Bai Ningzhu, who was standing aside and watching the battle, looked anxiously at the fierce fighting scene not far away, then turned to Granny Qiu who had been guarding her and spoke earnestly.

The kind-looking, white-haired Granny Qiu shook her head and replied firmly, "Miss San, your safety is of paramount importance. It is my responsibility to protect you every step of the way!"

If I rush forward to join the battle now, and there are enemies lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike, who will protect you then?"

Bai Ningzhu still didn't give up after hearing this and wanted to persuade her again, but she was interrupted by Granny Qiu before she could say anything:

"I earnestly advised you long ago not to come out and to stay in that safe place with the old lady and the eldest son. But you refused to listen and insisted on coming. Now look what you have done! I am in such a dilemma!"

Bai Ningzhu couldn't help but look ashamed when she heard this, secretly regretting her own willful behavior. She knew that it was because of her persistence that Granny Qiu was hesitant and unable to deal with those hateful enemies.

Thinking of this, she silently closed her mouth and said no more. She just prayed silently in her heart that the two housekeepers in the house could eliminate all the enemies in the outer courtyard as soon as possible and come to support them quickly.

Wu Ming's sword danced with a swift and graceful movement, like autumn water, his sword force flowing continuously, firmly suppressing the black-clad man on the opposite side. However, although the situation seemed to favor Wu Ming, it was not easy to defeat his opponent completely.

The man in black was truly formidable. Even severely wounded, he was still able to stubbornly withstand Wu Ming's fierce attacks. His movements were erratic, his moves were bizarre and varied, and he always managed to escape danger at the critical moment.

However, this stalemate obviously could not last long. As time passed, the wounds on the man in black that had originally stopped bleeding began to slowly ooze blood again.

At first there were only a few spots of red, but under Wu Ming's continuous and fierce attack, the speed of bleeding gradually increased, like a flood that was difficult to contain.

Soon, the clothes on his chest were soaked with blood and stuck to his skin.

"This isn't good! This guy's strength is inferior to mine, but I was injured by him before. Now not only has my movement speed slowed down significantly, but even my mind has become a little dazed. If this situation continues, I'm afraid I will really die here today."

The man in black pondered in his heart, and a deep fear and anxiety surged in his heart.

"Brother, the situation is critical. How about we retreat for the time being? I really can't hold on any longer!" Thinking of this, the man in black could no longer suppress his inner panic, and anxiously sent a message to another man in black beside him.

A man in black who was in a fierce battle with the Bai Mansion's priest suddenly heard a voice from the side, so he quickly turned his gaze in that direction.

Upon seeing this, his face suddenly changed. He saw that his sixth brother was being suppressed and beaten by Wu Ming, and blood was already oozing from his sixth brother's chest.

Seeing this scene, the man in black felt a sinking feeling in his heart, and instantly realized that today's action might not be able to achieve the expected goal.

Originally, the six brothers came together to carry out this mission, but unfortunately they lost the third brother during the last attack on Black Dragon Village. They didn't expect that they might lose several brothers here again. Thinking of this, the man in black couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After some quick thinking, the man in black decided to test the others' thinking first. So, he quietly mobilized his spiritual sense and sent a voice message to another man in black not far away, saying, "Brother Ying, the current situation is extremely unfavorable to us. I'm afraid this plan won't succeed. How about we retreat for now?"

Although the five brothers and the man in black named Ying belonged to the same camp, their relationship was not close enough to completely ignore each other's opinions, so they still needed to obtain each other's consent.