The song is over.

Wuming opened his eyes again.

Jue Wushen knelt on one knee, held his fist on the ground with one hand, and combined with black armor, his posture was very handsome.

There is a pit under the fist, and the cracks spread.

But his face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was gasping violently.

Around Wuming, there were a large area of ​​ghost forks lying down.

These people did not look as panting and half-dead as Jue Wushen.

Because they died thoroughly.

As the saying goes: Ten successful forces play the erhu, and one song reflects the moon and breaks the heart!

This is Wuming's strongest form, Tianhu Wuming.

Compared to the Tianjian Wuming, it is even better than that!

Jue Wushen looked at the corpses around him, his heart surging like a storm.

He himself is not sure what kind of emotions he is now?

Perhaps it was because I had not yet been liberated from the magic sound of "Erquan Yingyue", Jue Wushen's mind was filled with mucus.

"well"

The Sword Saint, who was watching the battle in the distance, sighed.

Wuming is stronger than before.

I'm afraid that only by using twenty-three swords at the cost of his own life can he compete with this martial arts myth.

After playing a song, Wuming stood up again, looked at Jue Wushen, shook his head slightly, turned around and picked up the stool, and was about to leave.

"etc!"

Jue Wushen twitched his brain and said, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Wuming said, "My mission has been completed."

"You look down on me!"

Jue Wushen was angry and roared.

It was a humiliation of nakedness, Wuming defeated him again and let him go.

Wuming glanced at Jue Wushen and ignored it.

Jue Wushen's body was trembling slightly, his face was ferocious, and his expression was unstable.

He was thinking and struggling, whether to take action to leave Wuming.

To be honest, at this moment, Jue Wushen's condition is very bad.

Until now, his mind is still like a dagger stirring, and the pain is sourced from his head and transmitted to his whole body.

However, if you say you are injured, Jue Wushen really did not suffer too seriously.

However, the power to use the power to resist magic sound is quite depleted.

After all, the ten successful forces are a kind of group attack range skill, not a fixed-point attack targeting someone.

If you can't stand it, you kneel down. Those who can withstand it may not be seriously injured.

Jue Wushen could see that Wuming's current state is not as full as ever.

That magic sound also caused a lot of damage to him.

Both of them are half a dozen "four success powers".

Not long after, Juexin will come with Pojun.

Pojun and him may not have no chance of winning.

But Jue Wushen was worried that Wuming still had trump card and spare power, after all, the other party's posture was too high.

If you let Wuming leave, Jue Wushen just entered the Central Plains this time and suffered another setback.

At least it can save your life.

Leaving Wuming may solve this problem or die.

"Stay for me!"

After struggling for a few seconds, Jue Wushen shouted at Wuming's back.

It wasn't that he suddenly made up his mind, but that the footsteps behind him were clearly heard.

Pojun and Juexin have arrived.

This battle is inevitable.

"nameless!"

Jue Wushen said, "If you don't look back, who is here?"

Wuming turned around and was slightly stunned. He saw a man walking behind Jue Wushen.

He looks a little ugly, with a grim smile on his face.

"Pojun!"

Wuming recognized the identity of the man.

This person is his senior brother, and at the same time, he is also the real murderer who poisoned his nameless wife.

Behind Pojun, he was carrying two different weapons.

A sword, a knife similar to a samurai sword, one white and one gold.

It is the Ten Thousand Divine Weapons and Tianblades among the Ten Powerful Divine Weapons.

It is a rare peerless fierce soldier.

Pojun's Sha Polang is more comprehensible from the "double swords" than from Jue Wushen.

Of course, the place where the two swords were obtained was brought to Pojun by Jue Wushen.

"Wu Ming, this time, I must defeat you and prove that I am the strongest!" Po Jun said to Wu Ming, stretched out his hands behind him, and slowly pulled out the Tianlang and Tian Blade.

"Hello!"

"That person! Yes, it's you, Jue Wushen, I'll call you, will you dare to agree?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind Jue Wushen, Pojun and Juexin.

Jue Wushen and Pojun's faces changed slightly, Jue Wushen turned around in an instant.

Before hearing this sound, the two of them did not notice anyone approaching.

If someone attacked, they would have been hit at this moment!

If you have already lost one game.

Therefore, Jue Wushen turned around suddenly. As for Po Jun, he still had to stare at Wuming. Facing his junior brother, he did not dare to take it lightly.

"Who are you?"

Jue Wushen did not answer Bai Ye's words, but asked back.

At this time, he had regained his majesty as a generation of overlords.

The man suddenly appeared behind them was a black gold robe, very young, looking lazy, and holding a strange gourd in his hand.

Needless to say, of course it's Bai Ye.

"Do you care who I am."

Bai Ye said to Jue Wushen, "I call you, and you dare not agree. Just such a waste, you are not qualified to know the name of the deity."

"snort!"

Jue Wushen sneered. He was afraid, even afraid of Wuming.

But, it's just an unknown person.

Not everyone is qualified to make him afraid and afraid.

"My subordinates, the immortal Wuming... Come and report the name." Jue Wushen pointed at Bai Ye and said.

"If you have the ability, you should agree to me first!" Bai Ye said, "I'll ask again, Jue Wushen, you are a waste, I'll call you, do you dare to agree?"

"What's the point!"

Jue Wushen said, "Now, report your name and let me see if you are qualified to die."

Before he could finish his words, he felt an irresistible force pouring out of the void and descending on his body.

Juexin next to him widened his eyes and watched his father fly up in the air.
To be continued...