Mythical Cultivation

This flame shield looks indestructible, like an insurmountable barrier.

Under Wu Ming's control, hundreds of sword lights slashed towards the flame shield without fear.

They are like a pack of ferocious wolves, pouncing on their prey with bared fangs and claws.

The sword light and the flame shield collided with each other, making a series of sharp crackling sounds, as if metal and flame were in a fierce confrontation.

Time passes by minute by minute, and this thrilling showdown continues.

After a few breaths, the flame shield finally couldn't withstand the fierce attack of the sword light and shattered.

Sword lights poured down like raindrops, slashing towards the flamingo.

However, after a long stalemate with the flame shield, most of the hundreds of sword lights transformed by the Qingxiao Sword had been lost, and only a few dozen sword lights broke through the flame shield.

Despite this, these dozens of sword lights were still as powerful as a rainbow, and with an unstoppable momentum, they slashed fiercely at the flamingo.

The remaining dozens of sword lights slashed at the flamingo like a torrential rain. Each sword light contained enormous power, as if to tear the flamingo into pieces.

The flamingos suffered such a fierce attack that they couldn't help but let out a series of mournful cries. The sound resounded through the sky and made people feel pity.

However, Wu Ming was not fooled by the miserable cry.

He knew very well that although these dozens of sword lights were extremely powerful, they were far from enough to destroy the Flamingo in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

So, he mobilized the spiritual power in his body without hesitation and brought the power of the Qingxiao Sword to its maximum.

Under Wu Ming's control, the Qingxiao Sword instantly turned into a green dragon, rushing straight towards the flamingo with its fangs and claws bared.

The Qingxiao Sword was majestic and awe-inspiring. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

As Wu Ming expected, the flamingo stopped its sad cry in just two breaths.

Its bird body shook violently, and a powerful force gushed out from its body like a volcanic eruption.

This force easily shattered the remaining sword light, turning it into starlight and dissipating into the air.

Surprisingly, despite such a fierce attack, the flamingo did not suffer a single wound.

Although its originally neat crimson feathers became a little messy, it did not appear to have suffered any serious damage.

As the flamingo shook itself, two or three crimson feathers fell from its body, floating slowly in the wind like dancing butterflies.

These feathers flickered faintly under the sunlight, and this was the only damage Wu Ming's sword light differentiation technique brought to the flamingo.

At this moment, the Qingxiao Sword rushed over like lightning and arrived in front of the flamingo.

Seeing this, the flamingo was not afraid at all. It quickly raised one of its sharp claws and grabbed the Qingxiao Sword like lightning.

In an instant, the sound of metal and stone clashing suddenly rang out, crisp and harsh.

The Qingxiao Sword and the Flamingo's claws collided fiercely, splashing sparks.

Sparks danced in the air, as dazzling as fireworks.

Along with the flamingo's clear and sharp cry, its sharp claws emitting a metallic luster suddenly closed.

As fast as lightning, he grasped the Qingxiao Sword firmly in an instant.

This grab seemed to contain endless power, as if it was going to break the Qingxiao Sword abruptly.

It was obvious that Wu Ming's attack had completely enraged the flamingo, and it decided to teach Wu Ming a severe lesson to let him know how powerful he was.

However, although the Qingxiao Sword could not cause any substantial damage to the Flamingo's indestructible claws, it was nothing more than an unrealistic fantasy for the Flamingo to break the Qingxiao Sword.

At this moment, Wu Ming's mind suddenly moved, and the Qingxiao Sword, blessed by Wu Ming's spiritual consciousness, struggled violently in the flamingo's claws.

Seeing this, the flamingo immediately used its other claw to grab the Qingxiao Sword, trying to suppress it completely.

But how could Wu Ming let it happen so easily?

He quickly made hand gestures with his left hand, and dozens of freezing ice arrows flashed in front of him like meteors.

These ice arrows are transparent and sparkle with cold light, as if they were condensed from the purest ice and snow.

Wu Ming waved his arm, and dozens of ice arrows seemed to be given life. Like a group of hungry wolves, they rushed straight towards the flamingo with bared fangs and claws.

It is worth mentioning that Wu Ming did not use the fireball technique that he was best at and had the most power, but unexpectedly chose the ice arrow technique that he rarely used.

This is not because he despises flamingos, but is based on the characteristics of flamingos.

Wu Ming knew very well that his fireball technique would probably not cause any substantial damage to it, so he decisively used his slightly unfamiliar ice arrow technique.

As dozens of ice arrows rushed away like meteors, the flamingo seemed to feel an unprecedented threat, and it couldn't help feeling irritated and uneasy.

Faced with this sudden attack, the flamingo seemed a little caught off guard, but it was a powerful monster after all. After a brief panic, it responded quickly.

The flamingo suddenly swung the sharp claw that was about to suppress the Qingxiao Sword, and grabbed the approaching ice arrows like lightning, trying to block them outside its body.

However, just when the flamingo was distracted by the ice arrow, the Qingxiao Sword, which it had been holding tightly, took the opportunity to flip over deftly.

Like a nimble fish, it slipped out of the flamingo's claws and flew back into Wu Ming's hands at lightning speed.

At this time, the flamingo had no time to care about the Qingxiao Sword that had once caused it so much trouble, because all its attention was attracted by the dozens of ice arrows.

Seeing the ice arrows getting closer, the flamingo's claws began to dance rapidly, and each swing brought up a blazing flame. These flames quickly wrapped around the dozens of ice arrows like nimble snakes.

In an instant, ice and fire collided violently in mid-air, making a crackling sound.

Under the burning flames, the ice arrow continuously emitted white vapor, as if groaning in pain.

However, within two or three breaths, the size of the ice arrow gradually shrank, and finally disappeared completely under the engulfment of the flames, turning into nothingness.

Wu Ming knew very well that these ice arrows posed no threat to the flamingo.

After all, even his astonishingly powerful sword light splitting technique could not cause much damage to this powerful flamingo, let alone these dozens of ice arrows.