It doesn't matter what the bottle of antidote in Nie Feng's hand is, because Bu Jingyun had already stood up and looked at Jue Wushen with cold eyes.

"Ha!" Bu Jingyun shouted loudly, and took big strides under his feet, heading towards Jue Wushen quickly.

"Paiyun Palm!"

"Dong..." The sound of a monk hitting the bell was dull and shocking.

Bu Jingyun raised his head gently and saw Jue Wushen's disdainful gaze.

Jue Wushen stood quietly, and did not retreat at Bu Jingyun's palm, but stretched out his hand with fists.

"Kill the wolf!"

Jue Wushen punched out, and the fire was raised on his fist, and a blow hit Bu Jingyun's chest, knocking Bu Jingyun away fiercely.

When Nie Feng saw Bu Jingyun being knocked away, he also flew up and kicked Jue Wushen's chest.

"Dong..."

After the second bell rang, Nie Feng's foot still kicked Jue Wushen's chest, while Jue Wushen's face remained unchanged.

"Drink!" Jue Wushen's shoulder suddenly shook forward, and Nie Feng flew backwards and flew back to Bu Jingyun.

Nie Feng looked back at Bu Jingyun. The two of them looked embarrassed when they looked at each other. They were obviously scared by Jue Wushen's defense.

"Come again!" Nie Feng pulled out the Xueyin Crazy Sword behind him, and Bu Jingyun also sniffed his peerless sword back from the stand where Jue Wushen placed weapons from the martial arts people.

Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng held the weapons in their hands, and the two of them cut towards Jue Wushen from different angles.

"Killing Fist!" Jue Wushen shouted softly, and his feet were also quickly out. Before Fengyun and his two fists took action, they hit the two of them in the chest, causing Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng to vomit blood and return.

"Puff..." Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng both vomited blood. The gap in strength between the two sides made them think of their mentor Xiongba.

"The wind and clouds are coming again, vulnerable!" Jue Wushen did not attack, but retracted his fist and looked at Wuming beside him.

Wuming stood among the crowd. Not only did Jue Wushen look at him, but the martial arts people behind him were also looking forward to Wuming to defeat Jue Wushen.

"Wan Jian..." Under the gaze of everyone, Wuming took a deep breath and made a false lift in front of him with both hands.

"Buzz buzz..." With Wuming's movements, the swords continued to ring in the entire school field. Not only did the swords placed aside resonate, but even the swords of the ghost-faced warriors trembled.

"Wu Ming, what I gave you is not just poison, numb and fragrant bones. Are you sure you can fight again?" Looking at Wu Ming's movements, Jue Wu Shen's eyes showed a hint of caution, but he still did not move a step, leaving Wu Ming with time to mobilize his skills.

"Although I only have five success powers left now, I am still the Tianjian Wuming!"

Wuming kept mobilizing his skills, and with the cold sweat dripping on his face, swords gradually flew up and gathered around Wuming.

"Today, I will destroy the martial myth of your nameless Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect with your immortal golden body!"

Jue Wushen looked at the ghost-faced warriors who were desperately grasping their weapons, waved his hand, and let the ghost-faced warriors release their swords and let the swords fly to Wuming without any obstacles.

"Dingdang, Dingdang..." The swords around Wuming gathered more and more, and with the cold sweat dripping on his face, the swords flying around Wuming fell to the ground from time to time, making the martial arts people watching on the side want to pick up the swords again and hand them over to Wuming for use.

"Return to the clan..."

Wuming, who knew that he could not wait, directly pinched the sword technique with both hands, guided the thousands of swords beside him, and headed towards Jue Wushen.

"Immortal Golden Body!"

Looking at the flying sword, Jue Wushen also bowed his face, and a wall of air appeared on his body, blocking Jue Wushen's body.

Jue Wushen clenched his fists with both hands, his arms tightly blocked his chest, and then there were the Ten Thousand Swords that were rushing like a tide.

Countless swords formed a storm of swords, spinning and quickly heading towards the air wall.

There was no sound of gold and iron fighting. As swords stabbed on the air wall, the air wall continued to expand or shrink, and the swords stuck on them popped outwards.

There were thousands of swords present, but as these swords continued to bounce, the storm composed of thousands of swords gradually became weak.

Looking at the slowly smaller sword blade storm, Jue Wushen's face showed a smile, expanding the air wall in front of him a little bit again.

“Buzz buzz….”

Just when Jue Wushen felt victory was in sight, with a crisp sound of swords, a sword with the word "hero" engraved on it, flew gently towards Jue Wushen at the end of the storm.

"drink!"

Jue Wushen shouted loudly, raised his hands suddenly, shrinking his air wall to the small piece in front of him, blocking him tightly in front of the hero sword.

The hero sword slowly pierced into the compressed air wall, like a pencil moving forward in glue, towards Jue Wushen's chest little by little.

The closer the hero sword to Jue Wushen's body, the slower the flight speed became. Wuming pinched the sword technique with both hands, and the cold sweat on his face seemed to have just washed his face.

"Sizizi..." The hero sword advanced with difficulty, and finally flew past the obstacle of the air wall and slowly stabbed Jue Wushen's chest. There was the heavy black iron armor on Jue Wushen's body.

The heroic sword was placed on the heavy armor, and as the sparks flew down, carrying everyone's hope, pierced into Jue Wushen's breastplate little by little.

"The golden body is immortal!"

Jue Wushen shouted, and his hands crossed in front of his chest suddenly pushed outwards, holding his hands tightly on the hero sword, grabbing the hero sword that carries everyone's hope in his hands.

"Puff..." After the hero sword was caught, Wuming opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of blood, then his body took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.

"From now on, I am a myth!"

Looking at Wuming who vomited blood, Jue Wushen laughed and threw the heroic sword in his hand aside.

"Senior, are you okay?"

Looking at Wuming's appearance, Chuchu, who had been playing soybean after surviving, quickly went up to support Wuming and asked anxiously.

"There are more than one kind of strange poison in me. I just forced myself to use my skills again and I can't help everyone in a short time!" With Chuchu's support, Wuming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the martial arts people present apologetically.

All the experts present were all from the side. Although none of them could compare with Wuming, being able to catch Jue Wushen here also means that everyone present was not ordinary people. So after hearing Wuming's words, the people in the martial arts world stood up one by one and stood in front of Wuming and Bu Jingyun and the others.

"Not mentioning the nameless hero, you can go quickly, we are the old people who are still alive to help you stop here."

The person who spoke was also a white-bearded old man. Under the leadership of this old man, more than a dozen martial arts masters who were still alive were standing in front of Wuming.

"Everyone...."

Wuming was about to shirk his power, and then a man who seemed careless in the crowd said, "Wuming hero, you and these little brothers are our hope. I have been practicing martial arts for a lifetime but I have never been up or down. This time I ran out. You can't count on me to avenge you in this life! Hahahaha..."

The big man laughed boldly, and with the man's laughter, all the other martial arts masters laughed. In a short while, the laughter spread throughout the school ground, making Jue Wushen and others outside confused. They couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while, and they didn't dare to move forward easily.

"Okay, let's go and reorganize our team to avenge everyone!" Wuming was not a pedantic person. He nodded after thinking about it for a moment. With Chuchu's support, he followed Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng outside.

"Kill!" After hearing Wuming's agreement, more than a dozen martial arts people shouted in unison, waving the swords falling from the ground to open the way for Wuming and others.

More than a dozen people were famous and surnamed figures in the martial arts world. In turn, the weapons of the ghost-faced warriors were captured by Wuming's previous battle with Jue Wushen. For a time, thousands of ghost-faced warriors with bare hands, Jue Xin and Jue Wushen, were forced to retreat by more than a dozen martial arts people, and could only allow Fengyun and Wushen to rush out with Wushen.

Wuming and the other four ran all the way, Chu Chu was carried by Bu Jingyun, while Nie Feng was carried by Wuming. With just a dozen breaths, he disappeared from Jue Wushen's sight.

The four of them fled in a flash, relying on their sharp body movements, they threw away the pursuers in a blink of an eye. When the four of them turned around, they could no longer hear the sound of killing. Only the clothes that were wet with sweat were soaked. They were almost dead before they were sent to the four.

"Senior, are you okay!"

Seeing that he had already run far away, Nie Feng put down Wuming and clearly saw this martial arts myth that was as famous as the Sword Saint for the first time.

Hearing Nie Feng's words, Wuming said with a dim expression, "I'm fine, but that kind of magic poison is even more serious than I thought. In a short period of time, I can only call 30% of my internal force, and even if it is cured, I'm afraid there will be hidden injuries! So I'm afraid that this revenge of Jue Wushen is revenge is repaid!"

"A dozen seniors died for me, Bu Jingyun. I will avenge those seniors!" Hearing Wuming's words, Bu Jingyun picked up the peerless sword and wanted to turn around without saying a word.

"Senior Brother Yun, do you want those seniors to die in vain?" Looking at the impulsive Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng grabbed his arm.

"What should I do? Are you just waiting here!" Bu Jingyun roared angrily. This was the first time he was so embarrassed, and it was the first time someone died to make him live.

"There is a way, I know the exact address of a master."

"who?"

"The Gate of Life and Death, Evil Emperor..."
Chapter completed!