Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 483: Continuous Killings

However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind.

The current situation is urgent and he has no time to delve into the origin of Wu Ming's Blood-Crying Whip.

Because at the moment when he was distracted, Wu Ming's Qingxiao Sword came like a gust of wind, slashing directly at the layers of defense in front of him!

Under the fierce attack of the Qingxiao Sword, the two layers of shields only lasted for a short breath before being torn apart as easily as paper.

The Qingxiao Sword continued forward unhindered, crashing straight into the skull beads.

In an instant, a sharp grinding sound came from the skull rosary, as if countless evil spirits were wailing in pain, which was creepy and extremely uncomfortable.

However, this horrifying sound did not last long, and was followed by a loud "bang".

The skull beads seemed to be hit by a huge force and exploded instantly. Countless skulls flew in all directions and fell to the ground like raindrops.

Although the skull beads had been broken, the Qingxiao Sword's momentum did not slow down at all, and it still rushed forward like lightning, targeting the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's face changed suddenly when he saw this. He never expected that the magic weapon he had spent so much effort to refine would be so vulnerable.

Seeing the Qingxiao Sword coming at him with great force, the middle-aged man knew that he could no longer resist it with ordinary means. He gritted his teeth and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly slapped his chest, muttered something, and performed the sect's secret technique - the Blood Burning Technique!

As he cast the spell, a powerful blood energy gushed out of his body, instantly enveloping him in a blood mist.

The Blood-Crying Whip, which was originally suppressed by Wu Ming, suddenly trembled violently under the nourishment of this blood energy.

Then he suddenly broke free from Wu Ming's Blood-Weeping Whip and pounced on Wu Ming with his fangs and claws bared like an enraged beast.

The middle-aged man used the Blood-Crying Whip to temporarily block the attack of the Qingxiao Sword. His figure flashed like a ghost, and he turned around and rushed out of the battlefield, obviously wanting to escape from this place in the chaos.

However, how could Wu Ming let him get what he wanted?

He had already sentenced these people to death in his heart, and naturally would not let any of them go easily.

He just sneered, and the sword technique in his hand changed. The Qingxiao Sword drew a mysterious arc in the air, bypassing the Blood-Crying Whip, and chased after the middle-aged man as fast as a meteor.

Just as the middle-aged man was performing a secret technique to escape, suddenly, a huge flaming bird rushed down from the sky at an astonishing speed like a burning meteor, blocking his way.

This flaming bird was the result of Wu Ming's firebird technique after he commanded the Qingxiao Sword to launch an attack.

The Moltres' entire body was ablaze with flames, its wingspan reaching several feet wide, blocking out the sky and the sun, emitting a suffocating heat wave.

Its appearance seemed to ignite the entire space, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat.

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically when he saw this. He obviously did not expect Wu Ming to use such a method in this gap.

Seeing the Moltres swooping towards him, he had no way to avoid it and had to face it head-on.

In an instant, the Moltres collided with the middle-aged man, making a loud bang that shook the earth.

The middle-aged man's body was instantly engulfed in flames, his clothes and hair were set on fire, and he turned into a fireman.

However, even though his body was burned by the flames, the middle-aged man did not give up resistance.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stimulate the true energy in his body, trying to use the power of true energy to put out the raging fire on his body.

However, Wu Ming's Qingxiao Sword would not give him this opportunity.

The Qingxiao Sword was like lightning, stabbing towards the middle-aged man with lightning speed.

The middle-aged man was horrified. He wanted to use the Blood-Crying Whip to block the attack of the Qingxiao Sword, but it was too late.

The Qingxiao Sword was extremely fast and pierced through the middle-aged man's chest in the blink of an eye, leaving a fist-sized hole in his chest.

As the Qingxiao Sword was pulled out, a stream of blood gushed out of the hole like a fountain, splashing onto the ground and forming a pool of scarlet blood.

The middle-aged man's body shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground weakly, completely losing his life.

The fight between the two seemed complicated and dazzling, but in fact the whole process was over in just over ten breaths.

In this brief moment, everyone else's attention was still on the initial fight between the two men, who were evenly matched and had a difficult time determining the winner, so they did not pay much attention to the subsequent contest between Wu Ming and the middle-aged man.

After all, everyone present had their own opponents to deal with, and they dared not disperse too much of their energy for fear of being caught by the enemy.

However, who could have expected that after just over ten breaths, the situation would take a dramatic turn - the middle-aged man was defeated without any chance to fight back, and even lost his life!

This sudden change made the hearts of all the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect tighten suddenly.

Originally, they had lost two fighters due to a sneak attack, and now Wu Ming had killed two of his companions single-handedly, which undoubtedly made their situation even more difficult.

What's worse is that with Wu Ming's move, the monks from the three major forces who were originally tied up suddenly freed up their hands.

As a result, the monks of the Blood Evil Sect not only had to face the disadvantage in numbers, but also had to deal with the opponents' more ferocious attacks. The situation was making the situation worse.

Fortunately, the elders of the Blood Evil Sect gained the upper hand in the battle on the other side and successfully stabilized the morale of the troops.

Otherwise, some people would have already fled out of fear.

However, even so, among the many remaining cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect, some still had different ideas.

They no longer went all out like before, but changed their strategy from offense to defense, trying to preserve their strength as much as possible to deal with possible emergencies.

At the same time, after successfully getting rid of the middle-aged cultivator, Wu Ming did not hide his intentions at all. The Qingxiao Sword in his hand rushed straight towards the old man who was besieged by Shen Zhiyuan and the other two like lightning.

His actions had obviously attracted the old man's attention, because Wu Ming could clearly feel the old man's gloomy eyes staring at him.

In fact, Wu Ming had already noticed the old man's attention to him. After all, his performance was too eye-catching.

It was just that the old man was held tightly by Shen Zhiyuan, Cui Hongfu and Xiang Xinghe, and was unable to escape to cause trouble for Wu Ming.

Therefore, Wu Ming did not choose to launch a sneak attack because it would be impossible to succeed, so he joined the battlefield of the four people openly.