Mythical Cultivation

However, even though Nangong Wending's realm had improved, he could not stop the black-clothed men from advancing. The five black-clothed men behind him immediately raised their weapons and attacked Wu Ming and the other four.

Wu Ming immediately drew the long sword from his waist and attacked the man in black who was rushing towards him.

The man in black was the one who was stopped by Wu Ming in Bai Mansion a few days ago. When he saw Wu Ming again, he was like an enemy meeting, and the eyes were full of jealousy. In an instant, a burst of sword shadows crossed between the two.

The last time he fought against Wu Ming and several palace guards alone, he was defeated because he had no help. If he hadn't used the secret technique, it would be hard to say whether he could leave Bai Mansion that night.

Ever since that day, he'd been haunted by the thought, constantly yearning to avenge his previous humiliation. Today, finally getting his chance to face Wu Ming again, in a fair one-on-one contest, he secretly vowed to regain his lost ground!

He was seen gripping the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, his eyes flashing with coldness, and he looked like a beast ready to attack.

With a roar, he flashed and the sword in his hand rushed towards Wu Ming like a black lightning.

However, Wu Ming calmly dodged to the side, then with a flick of his wrist, the sword blade drew a graceful arc in the air, accurately blocking the attack of the man in black.

The two sides exchanged blows, neither giving in. The longsword in the hands of the man in black was like a ghost, unpredictable and his moves were fierce and brutal. He kept moving around Wu Ming, trying to find a flaw in his defense so that he could deliver a fatal blow.

But how could Wu Ming be easily found vulnerable? He concentrated on responding to every attack from the man in black, his steps flexible and erratic, making him unpredictable.

At this moment, Wu Ming suddenly changed his tactics. He took a deep breath, and then the long sword in his hand began to dance slowly. Each move seemed gentle and weak, but in fact contained infinite power.

Gradually, a clear, watery aura emanated from him, and the surrounding air seemed to be affected, becoming moist and cool. This was the Autumn Water Sword Technique that Wu Ming had been practicing, and he had now mastered it to its fullest potential.

As Wu Ming practiced his swordsmanship, a dreamlike and ethereal mood of autumn water emerged quietly and unconsciously.

The man in black felt that his attack, which had been as fast and nimble as a ghost, seemed to be stuck in a deep quagmire. Every step became extremely difficult and could not pose any substantial threat to Wu Ming.

"How is this possible? How did your strength increase so quickly?"

The man in black looked at Wu Ming in front of him with astonishment, muttering to himself in disbelief.

"Oh it's you?"

After Wu Ming heard the man in black's words, a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face. He finally understood the identity of the man in front of him. It turned out that this person was the man in black whom he had stopped the night before!

Recalling what happened that night, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. Especially when he thought of the miserable condition of his own guards, this anger burned like a flame.

Especially the severe injuries Li Yue suffered at that time, which is still vivid in his mind. You know, Li Yue is Wu Ming's first real friend since he came to this strange world!

Because of this, Wu Ming instantly put away his casual thoughts and stared intently at the man in black in front of him, emitting a chilling aura.

At this moment, he has made up his mind to kill the man in black completely in order to avenge Li Yue.

As Wu Ming's state of mind shifted, the influence of his Autumn Water state of mind on his surroundings became increasingly pronounced. Within a radius of nearly ten feet around him, the air seemed to thicken, like a deep quagmire, causing the black-clad man's attacks to become increasingly sluggish.

At this moment, Wu Ming, with his keen insight and superb swordsmanship skills, suddenly discovered a flaw in the black-clad man's moves.

It happened so quickly that Wu Ming's wrist shook slightly, and the long sword in his hand, like a snake emerging from a cave, pierced the black-clothed man's chest at an incredibly tricky angle.

The sword was extremely fast and its force was extremely fierce. If it could really hit the target, the man in black would probably die on the spot today!

The man in black watched Wu Ming rushing towards him with a long sword like a gust of wind. He was terrified and instinctively wanted to dodge quickly.

However, at this time his speed had been seriously affected by the powerful artistic conception created by Wu Ming.

Although the thought of dodging kept flashing through his mind, his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, heavy and slow, completely unable to keep up with the pace of his thoughts.

At this critical moment, the man in black tried his best and finally managed to move his body slightly at the last moment.

Unfortunately, such efforts ultimately failed to completely avoid Wu Ming's incredibly powerful attack. With a single "puff," Wu Ming's sword, while not quite hitting the black-clad man's heart, missed by a mere few inches.

The sharp tip of the sword mercilessly slashed across the body of the man in black, instantly tearing a shocking gash in his body.

In an instant, bright red blood gushed out from the wound like a flood, splattering everywhere.

In such a short time, after only a few rounds of fighting, he was already seriously injured. This cruel reality made the man in black tremble with fear.

He knew that with his current strength, he was no match for Wu Ming, the formidable foe before him. If the stalemate continued, even his survival would be uncertain.

Thinking of this, the man in black no longer cared about anything else and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, help!"

The cry for help resounded through the sky and echoed in the empty space, as if carrying endless fear and despair.

Originally, there were six men in black who were going out tonight. They were all wearing black night clothes, and their faces were covered tightly with black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light.

Nangong Wending faced two of the men in black alone. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, and he swung the long sword in his hand, creating sword shadows, trying to resist the enemy's fierce attack.

Although his cultivation level has improved and he has successfully entered the late stage of the Object Control Realm, it still seems a bit difficult for him to deal with two powerful enemies at the same time.

After just a few rounds, Nangong Wending gradually fell into a disadvantage and the situation became precarious.