Sheng Fu

Chapter 150 Never been to the North
The thin swordsman's sword was extremely fast, coming through the sound of the wind, and pierced Wu Mi's heart, and the sword energy burst like a domineering cold arrow.

Wu Mi's blood spear slanted in front of his chest, and he took a sword forcefully. The blood spear pushed forward horizontally, instantly dissipating the opponent's sword momentum, and rushed forward quickly.

The skinny swordsman's movement is strange, with waves under his feet, and he curves forward. He is also rushing towards the opponent. With a flick, three sword qi emerged out of nowhere.

Kill Wu Mi's neck, heart, and eyebrows respectively.

Wu Mi leaned over in an instant, swirling the blood spear in his hand, clattering, Zunlong's qi burst out, flicking away the opponent's sword qi forcefully, just about to make a move, the thin swordsman handed him another sword, and the sword swept towards Wu Mi's ankle, To break the foundation of Wu Mi.

Wu Mi instantly transformed into a golden dragon and stood in the air.

For the first time, the skinny swordsman showed a dignified look, and said hoarsely: "This is the Dragon Clan's technique."

Wu Mi was full of fighting spirit, and said with a cold smile: "It's really hard for me, Huang Ting Late Stage, to kill you Da Huang Ting Late Stage. Your cunning sword is very good. It's a pity, it's just a fierce sword."

The thin swordsman's eyes were gloomy, and the red tattoos on his cheeks looked quite scribbled. He rose from the ground in an instant, and a sword flew into the air, chopping down vertically.

Wu Mi was waiting for this moment, and took the sword forcefully with the blood spear. Even though her forearm was a little numb, and some sword intent had penetrated into her bones and meridians, she didn't care at all.

He raised his legs in an instant, and kicked towards the thin swordsman's chest like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

The power of the sword has poured out, and the thin swordsman has no more energy to use, so he has no choice but to prop up his protective energy to forcefully eat Wu Mi's piercing feet.

Bang!
A kick shattered the body-protecting qi, and a huge dark energy instantly poured into the thin swordsman's internal organs, and the thin swordsman's figure flew backwards.

Wu Mi held the blood spear with one hand, and threw it at the opponent vigorously, the blood light painted the gradually thickening night, like a red meteor falling from the sky.

The thin swordsman's pupils dilated, and the blood spear came at a very fast speed. This blow was enough to hit the sky-rocketing arrow of the Da Huang Ting archer.

Rumble!
The sword intent is strong, the fighting spirit is high, and a gorgeous wave of true vitality is stirred up.

Wu Mi's pupils shrunk, and the thin swordsman broke through the power of the blood spear and came in with lightning speed, and the sword edge was in front of Wu Mi in an instant.

This heroic girl never panicked at all, her mind was stable, her palms clapped together instantly, firmly gripping the opponent's sword.

The skinny swordsman continued to exert strength, and Wu Mi retreated steadily in mid-air, intending to complete his work with a single sword.

Facing the front, the two were evenly divided. Now that the blood spear was not in hand, Wu Mi was at a disadvantage in the frontal confrontation. She could not let go. Once she let go, the violent sword energy would pass through her chest immediately.

Yu Wenjun was still riding on the first-class war horse, watching Wu Mi fight with others with relish, but unfortunately, Wu Mi did not intend to use the dragon shadow clone to counteract this sword, she is really a strong girl.

The sword intent eroded Wu Mi's fighting spirit inch by inch, and the thin swordsman was about to succeed.

At the critical moment, Wu Mi exerted all his strength and shattered the long sword with a bang. His white and delicate hands were bloody and bloody, and the bones in his palms could be seen faintly. The shoulders of the thin swordsman.

For a swordsman, once the weapon in his hand is broken, cracks will naturally appear in the heart of the sword.

The skinny swordsman was shocked, Huang Ting was only in the late stage, how could he have such a killing power.

Before he could react, his shoulders were already pinched by the golden dragon claws.

Whoa!
The dragon's claws were torn off, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the thin swordsman's shoulders. In desperation, the thin swordsman cut off his arm and quickly escaped.

The golden dragon claws gradually disappeared, and Wu Mi's hands were still bloody. One hand was stretched out, and the blood spear in the distance returned to its place in an instant. The bloody light roared on the blood spear, and Wu Mi's hands recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. as ever.

The emaciated swordsman with a broken arm suddenly lost his momentum, without a sword to use, he was like a tiger that had lost its teeth.

But he didn't intend to retreat, but gathered energy into a blade, and charged forward again.

No matter how unfavorable the situation is with the Guidao Sword on the ground, it can be turned into magic by relying on its sword skills and body skills. If there is no body skill blessing in mid-air, no matter how superb the sword skills are, it will be easily resolved by Wu Mi. Only by fighting head-on can we make achievements.

Holding the blood spear in hand, Wu Mi also rushed towards the opponent at an extremely fast speed.

In mid-air, two gorgeous rays of light collided with each other loudly, revealing bursts of dragon chant.

After the blow, Wu Mi's sleeves overflowed with blood, but the golden lotus flower on his forehead was even more dazzling.

The thin swordsman's body was like a broken kite, and he fell to the ground with a bang, making a big hole in the ground. He was covered in blood, and the red tattoos on his face became more vivid.

Wu Mi arrived in front of the thin swordsman in an instant, and the spear pointed at the key point of his throat, and the next moment blood could be seen sealing his throat.

Yu Wenjun came slowly riding a first-class war horse, glanced at this extraordinary swordsman, and said in a deep voice: "It can be seen that you want to die with all your heart, but your mood has never been flustered."

"What kind of situation is it that allows you to be so calm even if you want to die?"

The thin swordsman was powerless at this moment, his gloomy eyes were in stark contrast to the starry sky.

He said as evenly as possible: "Gu Yong killed my whole family back then. He was young and unable to take revenge. He wanted to practice swordsmanship hard, and hoped that one day he would kill Gu Yong with his own hands."

"Now that Gu Yong is dead, you are the target of my revenge."

Yu Wenjun said regretfully: "So you chose the cunning sword, which is the easiest to get mad. The tattoos on your face must have been deliberately done to stabilize your mind when practicing swordsmanship."

"Based on your aptitude, if you practice the holy sword, perhaps in a few decades, there will be another swordsman who can handle it in the south."

There is no enmity between the two, and both are the grievances of the previous generation.

The thin swordsman's aura gradually became vain, and he said: "There may be many avengers like me, but they will not be as decent as me. Next, you have to be careful."

"There's no end to the Avengers, and sooner or later you'll get your hands dirty."

"The southern family will also try to make everything go wrong for you."

Yu Wenjun nodded sincerely and said: "Thank you, you fought her decently, I don't know how you want to die decently, I don't mind building a dignified tomb for you."

The thin swordsman murmured: "Scatter my ashes to the north of Henglong Mountain. I have practiced swords in Nanshan all my life. I have never been to the north. I want to see it."

He closed his eyes, and his breath was completely extinct.

Yu Wenjun stretched out his palm, the blue dragon breathed out fire in his palm, and burned his body, while Wu Mi went to the depths of the nearby dense forest, and came back after chopping a bamboo tube.

Collect the ashes and pour them into the bamboo tube with the power of the green dragon.

Yu Wenjun glanced at Wu Mi and asked, "Why don't you use the dragon shadow clone?"

Wu Mi's vitality is not seriously injured, but if he encounters an opponent like the skinny swordsman again soon, he may not be able to deal with it.

She lowered her head apologetically, and said flatly, "It won't happen next time."

Yu Wenjun looked up at the bright starry sky, and said softly: "Let's continue on our way."

(End of this chapter)