My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 384 The true mystery of the dragon thorn, Youlong!

"Shadow Stream? Changbai Gate? A mere gangster like a thief dares to act wildly in front of the young master of my Li family, and deceives no one in my Li family!"

The dark clouds in the sky are far away, and a bright moon hangs high.

The gauze-like moonlight shone on Wuming's majestic body in strong attire, like a statue standing proudly between heaven and earth, which made people feel admiration.

This situation, this scene, can be said to be exciting, and it must be admirable.

"Idol? I'll rub it, he's so handsome!"

The baron recognized Wuming at a glance, his face was filled with unspeakable excitement, he grabbed his thighs, his heart was overwhelmed, and he was almost crazy.

"You know him? Where is the great god?"

Tai Shan was puzzled, except for the Baron, this was the first time anyone else saw Wuming.

"The boss' mentor, to be precise, will soon become my master!" the baron said arrogantly.

Everyone was at a loss, with six or seven points of doubt. They didn't think that only a nameless person could solve these masters in front of them.

In the arena, apart from Master Bujie who sighed secretly with a serious expression on his face, even Qiu Qiankun was amazed by Wuming's appearance.

A golden thorn chopped off the shadow flow katana, and it was shot from a distance. This kind of strength can be described as terrifying.

"Old ghost, who are you? How dare you mock me at Changbai Gate? Do you know how the word death is written?"

An Zhenxuan yelled, good things are within reach, but they were destroyed by the old guy who suddenly appeared, how can he not be angry!
"Your Excellency seems to be a master of the party. Since you know the names of our Shadow Stream and Changbai Gate, you should know the fate of offending us. Please don't meddle in your own business!" Shadow Stream ninja said vigilantly.

Looking at the golden spike on the ground, it is obviously very ordinary, but why it is so sharp that it can cut off his samurai sword made of refined iron, which is several times stronger than a bullet. It seems that the opponent's strength is unfathomable.

Wuming turned a deaf ear to these words, turned to look at Li Huaifeng and said, "Are you still hesitating? Come with me!"

In a word, it speaks to Brother Feng's heart.

The sky is big and the earth is big, where is my home?

Looking at the siege and killing of masters from all walks of life in front of him, he was like a bereaved dog, precarious.

Apart from going to the legendary Changbai Mountain with his former mentor, the mysterious strong man who has saved him many times, does Brother Feng have any other options?
"Old man, how dare you ignore us, don't talk nonsense with him, kill him!" An Zhen was dazzled, and murderous intent surged.

"Idol, be careful, these are extraordinary masters, and their methods are very cruel!" The baron reminded kindly.

Brush brush.

Shadow Stream Ninja and An Zhenxuan drew their knives as many as possible.

The eight extraordinary masters, with dark eyes and stern eyes, are all tyrannical strengths on their own, but they surround a thin and weak old man named Wuming in the middle.

"Disciple, as a teacher today, I will show you the true power of the dragon thorn."

Neither humble nor overbearing, his face turned into a solemn expression.

"The true power of the dragon thorn?"

Brother Feng muttered to himself, and saw that these five dragon thorns were the treasures buried under the big banyan tree of the Ye family in the past, and they should have been taken away secretly by Wuming.

As soon as the words fell, Wuming took out an inch-long black sword hilt from his arms.

The surface of the hilt is mottled, as if it has been baptized by countless years, and the black is shining.

There are five small holes in the center of the hilt. With a wave of Wuming's big hand, the four dragon thorns on the back fly all over the sky, rustling, and penetrate into the holes in the hilt one by one.

"Travel all the affairs of the five dynasties, and the dragon fights with the ministers of all directions!"

Wuming drew his sword and pointed it at the ground, and with a sudden sound, the dragon thorn on the ground seemed to hear the master's call, buzzed and trembled wildly, and with a click, it was accurately inserted into the only hole left on the hilt.

Dragon thorns unite!

A real dragon thorn in one!

Under the moonlight, the hilt in Wuming's hand, combined with the five dragon thorns, turned into a golden five-pointed sword with a strange shape that cannot be compared with ordinary weapons.

The five dragon thorns seem to be distinct, but the small gaps between them are hard to detect with the naked eye, as if they are integrated into one.

True and false, false and real, just looking at the shape gives people a sense of hesitation that is confusing but stinging to the eyes.

For a moment, the eyes of the eight extraordinary masters all widened, and they felt the harsh sound of the sword whistling against the cold evening wind, as if it could pierce through their chests at any time.

"This is?" Qiu Qiankun asked in a voice.

"Youlong!"

Wuming's body stands proudly, while the golden long sword is waving, it seems to be floating out of gold and iron horses.

"Pretending to be a ghost, kill him!"

An Zhenxuan recovered from the shock, shouted loudly, and took the lead in attacking.

He saw that Wuming's strength was not bad, and he must be an extraordinary level master.

However, as a registered disciple of Changbai Sect, he has seen many masters in his life, and Wuming is definitely the most pretending one among them.

"Beyond your own strength, challenge my eight masters alone, and tear you to pieces!"

The shadow stream ninjas were also full of killing intent. Their legs were a little bit, some of them were flying fast against the ground, and some of them rose more than two meters high, holding samurai swords in both hands, and smashing mountains and seas.

Others step on the shoulders of their teammates and attack from the middle.

The upper, middle and lower roads are completely blocked.

Eight weapons, fighting against Wuming alone, even if he is skilled enough, he can't break it.

Brother Feng and the others were really sweating for each other.

At this time, the eight masters were only three meters away from Wuming, and they were about to kill him in the blink of an eye.

At the juncture of life and death, I saw that Wuming was fearless, with a look of pride on his face.

With a sound of tearing, he took half a step back, and the golden sword transformed into five dragon thorns plunged into the ground for more than a foot.

The marble slab in the courtyard was pierced by the sharp sword without any suspense, and it was cracked into countless pieces.

"Spring and snow!"

Wuming shouted loudly, and the dragon thorn lifted angrily, the marble fragments and the remnants of the ground seemed to set off a desert storm.

For a time, sand and rocks flew, and the sky was full of violent earth.

Wuming waved the dragon, drew a clever circle in front of him, and then pushed with both hands, the sand and stone fragments in front of him, like props in the hands of a magician, flew towards the eight masters facing him.

Fluffy flowers gradually desire charming eyes.

Small particles are the best tool for deceiving people.

Seeing this, the shadow stream ninja stopped his ultimate move in an instant, covered his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and was about to retreat violently.

Brother Feng and the others in the rear could see clearly, only to see Wuming's body walking forward in the sandstorm as if walking on horseback.

Ding ding ding, he exchanged five or six strokes with the retreating ninjas, with a fierce aura, one against three, and he did not lose the wind in the slightest.

Yulong's sharpness was astounding, bang bang bang, when the three collided, dazzling sparks lit up in the night, all three samurai swords broke, and the seven kageru ninjas stared wide-eyed, full of shock and disbelief.

They looked at each other, and at the same time, they took out a three-edged dart from their waists, and shot at Wuming like raindrops.

"Insult yourself!"

Wuming smiled contemptuously, Youlong danced brilliantly in front of him in the shape of an X.

Clank clang clang, those darts that are not slower than bullets and have a violent aura, as soon as they touch the surface of Youlong, they are all absorbed by the sword like mud cows entering the sea.

Hidden weapons become trash!
The sharp dart seems to have an inseparable love and admiration with You Long, just like a son who has found his father and is firmly attached to him and refuses to leave.

"It's a magnet. There should be a strong magnetic field on the hilt of the sword, which can absorb any metal substance. The special material of the dragon thorn can spread the magnetic field effect geometrically. That's why the dragon can be combined to absorb these darts!"

The ghost hand's eyes widened, and with his extraordinary IQ, he immediately analyzed the ins and outs of the matter.

A good weapon will bring a qualitative leap in one's own strength. Wuming is already very strong, and coupled with this miraculous Wandering Dragon Sword, it is like a tiger with wings added, allowing everyone to see the hope of victory.

"Use the way of the other, and return it to the other!"

Wuming shouted and shook his wrist like thunder.

Hula la.

The darts on the sword, like the ruined flowers and willows that have been swept out, turned back and shot back at the shadow stream seven ninjas.

If it is said that You Long's ability to absorb the hidden weapon relies on the effect of a strong magnetic field, then how to explain the separation of the hidden weapon at this moment?
The reason why Youlong can become a mysterious treasure of the Li family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has its own many magical functions. Even a master of weapons and equipment like Ghost Hand cannot completely decipher it in a short time.

"Disperse!"

The Shadow Stream ninjas were facing a formidable enemy. Who could have imagined that seven people encircled a dying old man, not only failed to kill him in seconds, but were beaten to the ground by him, so embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)