"You are looking for death!" Wuming was going crazy!
The huge dull brick hit him hard, making his arm begin to ache.
"Kaka!" Long Tianyu squeezed his arm and made a loud noise.
"Humph! I was just warming up with you!" A strong murderous aura filled the air.
"Qiu Feng! Don't think that you can challenge me with your little strength! Your attacks have no effect on me! There will never be a sword sect left by the fourth-level sword king!"
"Bang!" The nameless fighting spirit exploded. The black and green fighting spirit was like a fire, burning more than two feet high. The huge air flow accelerated the wind speed!
"Who said that a fourth-level sword king can't defeat a sword sect? Last time I killed five sword sects! Killing one of you today is like abusing someone!"
"Rubber words!" Ying Mochou stood up angrily. The four sword sects under him were the ones who died. How could he not be angry?
"It's my business how I like to say it. Could it be that the people who sent five Sword Sects to follow me last time were from the Eagle Sect?" Long Tianyu asked with a smile.
"Nonsense! I, the Eagle Sect, are aboveboard, how could I do such a trivial thing!"
"Since you are not a member of the Eagle Sect? Then why is Senior Mochou so angry? It's better to sit down! Don't bend your back. Drink some tea to calm down, so as not to suffer from chronic heart disease!"
"You..." Ying Mochou was furious.
"Ying Mochou, you are so old and still have the knowledge of a young person?" Feng Guyu turned around and looked at Ying Mochou.
Because there were so many people today and his men were not ready yet, he calmed down and took a sip of tea.
Long Tianyu still made the same move, the wrathful middle finger that had offended God at the beginning was pointed at Wuming this time, "There is a sentence written in my dictionary! You can offend me, but you can't offend my woman! Otherwise, I will let you
You know that death is also a luxury."
"open!"
Long Tianyu's fighting spirit was fully activated, and the red and yellow fighting spirit exploded, confronting Wuming, but it was obvious that his arrogance was not as high as Wuming's.
"Successfully used the skill 'Soul Return'! The level increased by five levels! One minute!"
The voice in his head ended, and in full view of all the audience, Qiu Feng's fighting spirit was soaring!
Long Tianyu's fighting spirit soared, approaching Wuming's height in an instant, and the color of his fighting spirit began to turn green.
"Ninth level peak sword king! How is it possible!" Feng Guyu almost fainted from convulsions. Apart from igniting the essence and blood, what secret method can rise to the second level? No one knew how to rise to the fifth level even five hundred years ago!
"Qiu Feng is so handsome!" Murong Qingyue's eyes were filled with stars. Seeing her sister's appearance and Qiu Feng's words, it was obvious that the woman he was referring to was herself, and she felt a mysterious joy in her heart, which she couldn't explain.
Wuming frowned. The ninth-level peak sword king had enough lethality to threaten him.
Long Tianyu is not in a hurry, he only needs thirty seconds to deal with him! What he needs now is to adapt to the feeling of the ninth level peak. His strength seems to be several times stronger, and his body is active. Now he wants to face the ninth level.
He can kill the peak sword sect.
And what he wants is to torture Wu Ming and kill him. Level 4 is enough.
"Kaka!" Long Tianyu's muscles were growing, and there was a sacred golden light on his body and limbs.
"The skill 'Berserker' is used successfully! The skill 'Wushuang' is used successfully! Within thirty seconds! The attack speed is increased by 130%! The movement speed is increased by 190%!"
The nameless angry sword waved, "The autumn wind will kill you..."
Wuming stopped talking, because the person twenty meters away disappeared from his sight. His ears felt warm.
"I said Wuming, are you calling me uncle?" Long Tianyu was standing next to Wuming, whispering to him.
"Broken!" Long Tianyu's fist made the audience's hearts beat faster, because they couldn't see the autumn wind at all, they only heard "Tie! Tie! Tie!" The fist hit the wooden body, and Wuming's body was the piece of wood.
Wuming just wanted to be a sandbag and was beaten randomly. He couldn't see Long Tianyu's speed at all! It was too fast! It was too fast! This speed was, "Ninth Level Sword Sect!"
Only a handful of people on the VIP stage could see Long Tianyu's whereabouts clearly, and even Ying Mochou opened his eyes wide!
The whole place was quiet, and most people couldn't see clearly at all. They could only see Wuming's body being beaten and flying around, and there were pieces of clothes in the sky! And of course Long Tianyu's voice!
"Three hundred and seventy-one punches!"
"Three hundred and seventy-two!"
"Three hundred and seventy-three!"
…………
In fifteen seconds, he was punched more than 370 times without any name, and he couldn't fight back at all. As soon as he stood up, he was immediately punched five times in the face. He lost count of how many teeth he had lost, as well as his little one.
Radar Xiao Wuming was beaten countless times by the Quan Zi Jue Sun punch.
"Yeah!" Wuming roared, trying to get out of the way.
"What the hell are you yelling! Golden Wind Realm!" Long Tianyu appeared in front of Wuming with lightning, and hit Wuming's chest with his palms in the shape of "Turtle Style Qigong Wave".
"Whoosh!" Wuming's body flew out like a grenade, "Pfft!" and hit the magic barrier hard. The vibration of the magic barrier produced huge ripples, which bounced Wuming back to the ring.
Wuming's eyes saw hope. As long as he bounced away with all his strength the moment he landed, he could avoid Qiu Feng's fist.
But his thoughts seemed so naive to Long Tianyu. The moment he landed, Long Tianyu stamped his right foot angrily, "War trample!"
"Boom!" The round platform was broken into four halves by Long Tianyu's step. Wuming's body felt like it was bitten by four sixth-level monsters and was in excruciating pain. His feet felt like they were stepping on blazing fire, and his body could not move at all.
There was a cloud of dust in the stands, making it impossible to see Autumn Wind and Wuming clearly.
"The wind rises!" Feng Yuanshan decisively opened a small opening in the magic barrier, letting the fifth-level wind magic of Hou Luck blow away the sand and dust.
"May Rain Slash!" Long Tianyu didn't hesitate at all, and there were still ten seconds left to superimpose the invincible skill.
The sand and dust had just dispersed a little when I saw the autumn wind appearing eight feet high and smashing down with all its strength!
Gravity potential energy, plus dynamic acceleration, plus Long Tianyu's weight, plus the burst of fighting spirit.
"coax!"
The killing punch hit Wuming on the head, who had no ability to fight back. Wuming's whole body dented the round platform by half a meter. If he were the sword king, Long Tianyu would have blown his head off with this blow.
"Dang, dang, dang..." I heard the crazy sound of Qiu Feng beating Wuming. No one could be seen on the round platform. Of course, there was still the sound of Qiu Feng counting, "Nine-five, nine-six, nine-seven, nine-eight, nine-nine."
, six hundred blows!”
His voice of reading numbers was as fast as lightning, which made the audience tremble with fear. He punched Wuming two hundred times in seven seconds.
"The last move! Muscle-turning and bone-jabbing hands!"
"Ah!" After Wuming screamed that his father was dead, his mother was dead, and his whole family was dead, the whole place fell silent.
"Whoosh!" A figure jumped out of the cave. This person was of course Long Tianyu. He was like a god of death, but now he has fully recovered and returned to the fourth level, but his battle is over.
He didn't buy the coffin for Wu Ming, so he didn't kill Wu Ming, but spent his fighting spirit and some of the expenses...