Mythical Cultivation

Unfortunately, after only three breaths, the old man in black felt as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing down on his heart, making him feel extremely heavy and uncomfortable.

This is because, just when the aftermath of the explosion had not yet completely dissipated, a figure slowly walked out from the smoke and dust as if strolling in a garden.

Although the figure's clothes were tattered and his face was stained with dust.

But his aura did not fluctuate at all, as if the earth-shattering explosion just now was just a trivial farce to him.

"No... impossible?"

The old man in black shirt had his eyes wide open like copper bells, his face full of disbelief, and he muttered to himself.

Wu Ming looked at the old man in black, whose expression looked as if he had seen a ghost, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He said calmly, "What? Is that all you have? Now, it's my turn to take action."

Wu Ming was actually a little surprised. He originally thought that the old man in black was just an ordinary cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so decisive.

Seeing that the two sides could not reach an agreement, he immediately took action without saying a word, and this attack was such a powerful method.

What a pity! Wu Ming was not a cultivator at the Qi Refining Realm at all. He was completely different from the cultivators from small sects or independent cultivators that the black-shirted old man had seen.

Two mid-grade killing weapons, plus a bunch of first-level talismans, these means may be enough to leave the average Qi Refining Realm cultivator with no chance of survival.

Even a Qi-refining cultivator from a small sect would probably be in an extremely dangerous situation when facing such a fierce attack, with his life and death hanging in the balance.

However, to Wu Ming, these attacks were as insignificant as tickling.

Although he was still seriously injured and unable to use his true energy and spiritual consciousness, given his current physical strength, these attacks were not enough to break his skin.

Even when he was a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm and had not yet established his foundation, he had countless ways to deal with such attacks, let alone him now.

He was seen holding the Qingxiao Sword, and his figure appeared in front of the old man in black like a ghost in an instant, and the Qingxiao Sword in his hand pierced the old man in black's chest like lightning.

The old man in black was shocked when he saw this. He never expected that Wu Ming's speed would be so fast.

But he was a veteran of many battles after all. After a brief shock, he immediately came to his senses, quickly raised the long sword in his hand, and prepared to meet Wu Ming's sword.

In an instant, there was a loud "?" sound, and the swords collided, making a crisp collision sound.

The old man in black felt as if the long knife in his hand had hit a huge rock. No, this was not a rock, but a towering mountain!

The old man in black was shocked. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. The power of this sword alone was beyond his imagination.

Suddenly, an incomparably powerful recoil force surged along the hilt of the knife like a surging wave, as if it was going to tear his arm apart.

This huge force came with great force and was unstoppable. He only felt a numbness in his arms, as if he had lost consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, a fishy-sweet taste rushed up his throat, and trickles of blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

The sudden heavy blow caused his body to shake violently, and then he flew backwards involuntarily like a kite with a broken string.

His body drew an arc in the air and retreated two or three feet before he managed to stabilize his body and gradually dissipate the terrifying force.

However, before he could catch his breath, Wu Ming's figure came forward again like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand rushed out like lightning, piercing his vital points.

The old man in black was horrified. His arm, which had just collided with Wu Ming, was still in a state of severe numbness and he was unable to react in time.

Seeing Wu Ming's sword tip coming towards him like a poisonous snake, he was anxious but helpless.

At this critical moment, the old man in black tried his best, moved his spiritual consciousness, and controlled the golden brick to rush forward like a meteor, trying to block Wu Ming's fatal sword.

However, although the gold brick was as fast as lightning, it seemed so vulnerable in front of Wu Ming's sword that was as powerful as a bamboo.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the gold brick was hit by a heavy hammer and was instantly knocked away and fell far away on the ground.

But how could Wu Ming let him go so easily? Wu Ming flashed and followed quickly like a gust of wind.

The long sword in his hand flashed a cold light in the air, and then another sword was thrust out. This sword was faster than the previous one and more powerful.

Seeing this, the old man in black knew that he would not be able to escape death today, but he was unwilling to just sit there and wait for death.

He gritted his teeth and used up all his remaining strength to forcefully mobilize the true energy in his body. With his arm, which had just regained some sensation from numbness, he struggled to lift the long sword in his hand and held it across his chest, trying to block Wu Ming's fatal sword.

However, his efforts were ultimately in vain. Even in his prime, he could hardly withstand Wu Ming's attack, let alone now that he was seriously injured, his arm was numb, and his strength was greatly reduced.

Wu Ming looked closely and saw the old man in black holding a long sword, holding it across his body and blocking his way.

However, this scene did not make Wu Ming feel timid, but instead made him secretly happy.

The Qingxiao sword in Wu Ming's hand drew a graceful arc in the air, and the originally straight-piercing sword force instantly turned into a slashing force.

This change of tactics was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace. The old man in black completely lost his target with his sword, and he could only watch helplessly as the Qingxiao sword came at him like lightning.

With a crisp "swish" sound, the tip of the Qingxiao Sword landed accurately on the arm of the old man in black.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and one of the black-shirted old man's arms flew straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"what!"

The old man in black let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain, but he was a veteran of many battles after all, and he knew that if he couldn't bear the pain at this moment, he would probably die today.

So, he endured the severe pain, quickly sealed the wound, and stopped the blood from gushing out.

Wu Ming took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the moment when the old man in black was injured. He attacked the old man in black with the Qingxiao sword in his hand like a storm.

For a moment, the sword light flashed and the sword shadows were heavy, forcing the old man in black to retreat again and again.

The old man in black was shocked when he saw Wu Ming's attack coming like a tidal wave.

He knew he was no match for Wu Ming, and now with his arm broken, he had no chance of winning. At this moment, he had only one thought in mind – escape!