Mythical Cultivation

However, when the two actually fought, the Blood Evil Sect cultivator suddenly realized that he was wrong.

Wu Ming's true energy was like a surging sea, gushing out continuously. In just one round, he was knocked more than ten feet away by Wu Ming's powerful true energy.

At this moment, the opponent obviously realized that he might have encountered an extremely tough opponent.

So he decided to avoid Wu Ming for the time being and wait for his more powerful senior brother to come and deal with this difficult situation.

However, how could Wu Ming easily let go of this excellent opportunity?

The Qingxiao Sword in his hand suddenly accelerated, like a flash of lightning that cuts through the void, and pierces the opponent with lightning speed.

At this moment, the opponent didn't even have time to react before the Qingxiao Sword pierced his throat in an instant. His head rolled down, blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

With the opponent's death, the Qingxiao Sword seemed to have completed its mission. Then it quickly rolled up the opponent's magic weapon and storage bag like a spirit snake, and brought them back to Wu Ming.

It turned out that Wu Ming and his men had already agreed that all the spoils of this battle would belong to them.

After all, among these cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect, even the weakest ones who are at the middle stage of foundation building, their wealth is definitely not that bad.

This is also a crucial condition that facilitates the alliance of the three major forces to fight against the Blood Evil Sect.

In the melee, the scene was extremely chaotic, with shouts of killing and the sounds of magical weapons clashing one after another.

At this moment, other cultivators from the Blood Evil Sect noticed Wu Ming's actions, and they immediately realized that Wu Ming was definitely a tough guy who was not easy to mess with.

These cultivators knew very well that if they allowed Wu Ming to continue attacking, those fellow disciples whose strength had not yet reached the late stage of foundation building would probably fall into extremely dangerous situations and might even lose their lives.

Once their fellow disciples suffer heavy losses, it will have a very adverse impact on their own situation.

So, without any hesitation, one of the Blood Evil Sect cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage decisively repelled his opponent, then rushed over like lightning, flew in front of Wu Ming, and blocked his way.

Seeing this, Wu Ming snorted in his heart, but did not say much.

The Qingxiao sword in his hand suddenly flew out, like a green dragon, slashing straight towards the middle-aged monk with the force of thunder.

In fact, as early as the moment Wu Ming took action, he had already anticipated that such a situation would happen.

After all, it is not easy to fish in troubled waters in such a chaotic war situation.

So, when he saw the middle-aged man blocking his way, Wu Ming took the lead in attacking without hesitation.

When the middle-aged man saw Wu Ming taking the first step, his heart suddenly tightened. He did not dare to delay at all and hurriedly urged the Blood-Weeping Whip in his hand.

The Blood-Crying Whip was like a long blood-colored snake, rapidly swimming in the air and heading straight for the Qingxiao Sword.

In an instant, the sword and the whip collided, making a loud earth-shaking sound, as if the entire battlefield was shaking.

The powerful fluctuations that erupted between the two were like a violent hurricane, sweeping around and causing other monks to look sideways.

However, this seemingly evenly matched attack was actually so difficult that only the middle-aged man himself knew how difficult it was.

In this first collision of magic weapons, he already felt Wu Ming's unfathomable strength.

The middle-aged man at this time had a solemn expression on his face, and even a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead.

He tried his best to increase the output of his true energy, hoping that the Blood-Crying Whip could break through the blockade of Wu Ming's Qingxiao Sword and buy himself a chance to breathe.

On the other side, Wu Ming had already tested the other party's strength the moment he fought with the middle-aged man.

He sighed inwardly. Although the middle-aged man's strength was not bad, it was still slightly inferior to Xiang Xinghe. Naturally, he could not be his opponent.

Not only that, Wu Ming also keenly sensed the middle-aged man's intention to retreat.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, and the Qingxiao Sword in his hand followed him like a shadow, tightly holding the opponent's Weeping Blood Whip, making it impossible for him to escape.

Wu Ming stuck to his opponent with lightning speed, leaving him with no chance to fight back.

In this thrilling battle, he finally had a moment to breathe and pay attention to the situation on other battlefields.

Looking at other battlefields, Wu Ming felt a little relieved.

He discovered that his side indeed had strength in numbers. Although most of the cultivators were slightly inferior in cultivation, they had successfully gained the upper hand by adopting a two-on-one or even three-on-one tactic.

Among them, several monks from the Blood Evil Sect were beaten badly and seriously injured. They could only fight back while fleeing. It was obvious that they were no longer able to fight, and it was only a matter of time before they were killed.

However, when his gaze fell on Shen Zhiyuan, Xiang Xinghe and Cui Hongfu, his brows couldn't help but frown slightly.

The three of them were seen engaging in a fierce duel with an old man at the peak of the foundation-building stage. Although they joined forces and used all their strength, they could only barely hold the old man back, preventing him from escaping and attacking the cultivators from the other three families.

Moreover, judging from the situation at the scene, the situation of the three of them was extremely precarious and they might get injured if they were not careful.

Wu Ming thought to himself that this old man was so powerful that if he rashly went over to help, he might not be able to gain much advantage.

But he also understood that if they didn't get rid of this old man quickly, Shen Zhiyuan and the other three might not be able to hold on for long.

Just when he was hesitating, Shen Zhiyuan happened to glance at him. The eagerness and hope revealed in his eyes made Wu Ming's heart tighten.

When Wu Ming saw the situation in front of him, he knew in his heart that the victory or defeat of this battle depended entirely on himself.

If this continues, Shen Zhiyuan and the other three will inevitably be defeated, and it is only a matter of time.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the three of them still have some hidden cards that they have not used, but Wu Ming will never gamble on such a tiny possibility.

After all, if the three of them really had no trump cards, once they were defeated, Wu Ming would probably not be able to escape unscathed.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wu Ming made a decisive decision to take action.

He quickly made hand gestures with his hands and muttered something. As the spell was performed, a blazing fire bird suddenly appeared.

This firebird is completely red, like a burning flame, it is the advanced magic of Firebird!

As soon as the Moltres appeared, it rushed straight towards the middle-aged man like an arrow.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, and it was already in front of the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.