"kill!"

Wu Ming roared fiercely, like a wild beast fighting for its life. Before the clone could move away, he grabbed its ankle, rounded it and smashed it down.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, I don’t know how many times it was smashed, and the entire dark space trembled. In the infinitely extending darkness, the shadows seemed to be fluctuating, and they were shocked by its ferocity.

A replicable body is a replica after all. Even if it does not possess Wu Ming's characteristics in some aspects, such as combat instinct, Wu Ming has already exerted 90% of his combat effectiveness in the previous battle.

Moreover, his physical strength is comparable to that of Wu Ming himself, and the latter was severely injured. Even if he fought desperately, he gained the upper hand. After the clone gradually withstood the beatings and critical blows, he finally seized the opportunity.

"Ho!"

Compared with Wu Ming's ferocity that was almost like a beast fighting for his life, this moment of the clone more vividly demonstrated Wu Ming's ruthless side.

Click!

With a deep, inhuman roar, the clone twisted violently at the moment it was smashed, and its calf turned into a twist, with golden blood splattering out.

Bang!

Wu Ming didn't check for a moment, and his swept leg hit his neck, causing him to stumble to the side and fall.

"kill!"

The clone, just like Wu Ming before him, reached out and grabbed his ankle, hoping to copy this style of play.

But who is Wu Ming?

Before joining the army, he was mixed up in society. Group fights were commonplace and he resorted to all kinds of dirty tricks. Even though the clone managed to suppress the severe pain on the bridge of his nose and lower body and vagina with perseverance, how could he learn his ability to adapt to changes in circumstances?

When the clone caught him, Wu Ming was already holding his left hand on the ground, his body was half-arched, and his left leg was curled up, as if there was no time to close it. When the opponent's wrist touched the right ankle, he used the support point to exert force and kicked hard

Kicked him up.

There was a muffled sound, and the big foot hit the door directly. The clone that was kicked straight up leaned back, and its neck made an unbearable creaking sound.

But after a moment, the clone turned around and grabbed Wu Ming's legs with both hands, but still missed.

Because the latter had already taken advantage of the force and retreated backwards, adjusted his posture again, and flew up like a cheetah, with the fingers of his right hand like a hook, and he dug into the clone's eye socket with great viciousness.

If this is done, no matter how powerful the clone is, it will lose its combat effectiveness in a short period of time just like before.

Regardless of whether it is a semi-saint or a mortal, the vital parts of the body are only a few parts. As long as they are not transcending the mortal body, a kick from the vagina is enough to make a person temporarily lose their fighting power.

But after several confrontations, the clone seemed to have adapted to such rogue tactics, and the left hand covering his nose subconsciously moved up to block the attack.

Not only that, his right hand reached out like electricity and grabbed Wu Ming's wrist. He didn't give him a chance to pull it back and twisted it to the side.

"You learn so quickly?"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, and he didn't have time to think too much. The moment his wrist was twisted, he spun violently and jumped up, trying to relieve the force.

Bang!

But soon, he suffered a bitter blow. With a muffled sound, the clone suddenly kicked Wu Ming in the stomach, sending him flying upwards.

"Wow!"

Although Wu Ming's body was strong, he was hit hard one after another, and the oil was almost exhausted. He felt that his internal organs were almost shattered, and he spat out a cloud of blood mist.

But what seemed to be an immortal thing was that the clone did not let go, still holding his wrist, and his feet were flying. Dozens of footprints appeared in an instant, but they seemed to be condensed into one blow, and they were stamped hard on his belly again.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have completely abandoned the fighting style of warriors, and were almost like ruffians fighting each other, carrying out the most primitive attacks.

It's a pity that, except at the beginning, Wu Ming took the lead and took the upper hand, now, he is completely at a disadvantage, being suppressed and beaten by the clone.

In other words, torture!

Yes, he kicked Wu Ming flying with each kick, and each time he kicked Wu Ming into the air, only to be pulled back by him. It was like kicking a shuttlecock, but with a traction rope.

The clone seems to be addicted to playing, and seems to be very interested in this method, and enjoys it endlessly, and he knows how many kicks he has kicked.

"throat!"

But he didn't notice that except at the beginning, when Wu Ming was hit hard for the first time and vomited blood, every time he was kicked, he just grunted, until his face turned purple, then turned white, and it seemed that he no longer had the power to resist.

By the end, the whole arm was limp, and the body was like a rag bag, being blown up and down by the wind from the clone's feet, falling and being blown up, and so on, over and over again!

Finally, the clone seemed tired of playing and stopped. He ruthlessly grabbed Wu Ming's wrist and lifted it in front of his face. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed it like a knife, as if he was about to cut it off.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming, who was as angry as a gossamer, suddenly opened his eyes with only a slit left, and light like electricity burst out.

At this moment, the aura all over his body was extremely weak, and there seemed to be no good skin on his entire body. Even all the bones in his body were shattered by the heavy blow, and even his internal organs were turned into mud.

But only the right arm that was caught was still intact. The veins on it suddenly popped out, like a dragon taking flight, and the faintly shaking arm buzzed like a bowstring.

laugh!

The sharp and unparalleled light shot out from the fingertips and solidified into a ray of sword light. It flashed into the center of the clone's eyebrows. Without any time to avoid it, it directly passed through the back of the head and splashed a large golden blood.

Bang!

The clone seemed to have lost all its strength. As it shook slightly, Wu Ming let go of his left hand and fell to the ground, kicking up billowing dust.

"it's over!"

Wu Ming's vision went dark, he lost consciousness and fell into endless darkness.

Buzz!

The clone slowly lowered its head and looked at Wu Ming lying on the soles of his feet. The complex and humanistic light in his eyes flashed away, and his whole body vibrated, ripples appeared, and the light escaped.

Large areas of golden starlight.

call!

There was no wind in the dark space, but at this moment, it seemed as if there was a breeze blowing, and the golden starlight surged and never dispersed, illuminating the entire dark space with great light.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly started, and countless stone statues seemed to have come to life, falling around Wu Ming, forming an incomparable and mysterious formation, and seemed to seal the golden light mist inside, preventing it from dissipating.

boom!

A moment later, the golden light mist condensed into a ball, and under the influence of invisible power, it actually turned into a golden sword, pointed at the sky, and released a monstrous sword intent that spread to no one knows where.

Wu Ming didn't know all this, because after repeated battles, he was exhausted, ran out of fuel and fell into a coma.

Even more unclear, the sword light turned upside down, as if the world was turned upside down, and stabbed into the vital points of his spinal meridians, and was immersed in it for a flash, causing the wounds all over his body to instantly emit large amounts of golden brilliance.

It's just that there is a large formation composed of countless stone statues, which makes it difficult for the golden brilliance to escape. Finally, it is completely pressed into the meridians bit by bit and travels along the eight extraordinary meridians.

After getting familiar with its meridians, the dried up essence in Wu Ming's body seemed to be revitalized, operating on its own according to the "Xiantian Gong", and then pulling the power of the golden sword light to wander around, gradually integrating with his own essence.

…

When Wu Ming was asleep and the golden sword light melted into his meridians, there was already a commotion on the Tongtian Sword Cliff.

"Pure Yang Jian Gang!"

The elegant and handsome Lin Tong had a gloomy look on his face, as if a violent storm was about to come, and he said almost word for word, "This son doesn't have the heart of the Thousand Tribulations Sword, so how did he lead the Chunyang Sword Gang to be born?"

No wonder he, as a half-sage of swordsmanship, is so out of character, because this Pure Yang Sword Gang is one of the strongest and most suitable swordsman swordsmanship cultivated in the supreme Heavenly Gang Yang Vein of Qianjiejian Sect.

One of the special powers!

Not only him, but Zhou and Ge, as well as Fang Yuee, who arrived late, were all shocked.

There is no other, because these kinds of powers named Jian Gang are recorded in the history of Qianjie Sword Sect. Only those with sword heart can achieve them, and the probability of failure is not small.

Anyone with a sword heart is a swordsman with extraordinary swordsmanship talent. Even among the four people present, only Ge Lao and Fang Yue'e have this qualification.

It's a pity that due to some unforeseen circumstances, his sword heart had already collapsed. Although he found another way and resumed his swordsmanship, his swordsmanship was only due to the supreme skill of the Thousand Cut Sword Sect, which made him a step above the ordinary at the same level.

The result is that this woman, who was once the most extraordinary swordsman of the same level, has almost disappeared from the public!

Not to mention, even though Mr. Ge tried his best, he failed to absorb this kind of sword power, which was a regret in his life.

"Senior Brother Zhou, this son has no sword heart and stole the Chunyang Sword Gang. This is a blasphemy against the sword masters of the Qianjie Sword Sect and is a disgrace to our Qianjie Sword Sect!"

Lin Tong was not without jealousy, but even more frightened, because he knew very well what kind of person Wu Ming was, so he suggested almost desperately, "But it is a chance that he can obtain the Chunyang Sword Gang. I propose that he abolish the mixed martial arts."

"Practice swordsmanship alone."

Zhou Kong frowned, his thoughts racing in his mind, as if he was considering his proposal.

"Senior Brother Zhou, don't forget that this boy was personally appointed by Jian Lao! He also brought his art to the mountain, how can he just give it up?"

Fang Yue'e suddenly changed color.

"Senior Sister has already said that if this person passes through the Sword Forest, he will be a disciple of the Sword Sect!"

Ge Tianhua said with no concealment of disdain.

No one knows better than them how much impact the abolition of other specialized martial arts will have on themselves. At the least, their cultivation will be damaged, and at worst, the true meaning of martial arts will cause indelible trauma, and they will never make any progress again.

"Even Elder Jian and Senior Sister cannot go against the will of our ancestors!"

Lin Tong raised his fists to the sky and said without compromise, "This son is not pure in mind and has no heart for the sword. How can he inherit the great cause of my Qianjie Sword Sect?"

"You, Lin Tong, may not be thinking about the sect wholeheartedly!"

Ge Tianhua said sarcastically.

"you……"

Lin Tong was angry, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I will not argue with you. The will of the sage and the sect's rules are supreme. This son..."

"Enough!"

Zhou Kong suddenly spoke, glanced at him coldly, and said without concealing his displeasure, "The sect does have this rule. If this boy is unwilling to give up the way of swordsmanship and other martial arts, he is not qualified to become a disciple of the Sword Sect."

"Brother!"

Ge Tianhua and Fang Yuee's expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Zhou Kong in disbelief.

But now that the Sword Sect saint is in retreat, the senior old woman has long since left, and no one can change Zhou Kong's decision.

"Senior Brother Yingming, our sect will surely prosper under your leadership!"
Chapter completed!