Chapter 51 Departure
Under the moonlight, the two stood facing each other, not moving.
Only the flying leaves fell, making a rustling sound.
Wuming looked at the opponent with slight shock. With the opponent's strength, he would definitely not be able to avoid this move.
Looking at the figure of the other party under the moonlight, Wuming felt a sense of trance, as if the other party was drawing him away with his own sword intention.
After the trance, Wuming found himself in a strange space. The space was vast and boundless, and the golden liquid brilliance was flowing under his feet.
"Where is this?" Aren't we in a duel? Why did we end up here inexplicably? The sudden change in the environment greatly increased Wuming's sense of vigilance.
As soon as the thought came up, Wuming suddenly felt a strong malice rising behind him.
Wuming was startled and looked back. He saw a pair of huge vertical eyes staring at him with an indifferent gaze. The pupils were filled with intense malice and murderous thoughts.
Wuming was astonished and inexplicable. Where exactly is this vast and boundless place? Where exactly is he? What are these vertical eyes? Thousands of thoughts flooded into his mind.
At this time, his vertical eyes moved slightly, and a pressure emanated from his vertical eyes. Wuming felt that his vertical eyes were like a black hole emitting huge gravity, trying to suck him in.
Suddenly, the golden energy under his feet stagnated, and then exploded with huge momentum. The golden energy and the vertical eyes flickered, and the huge force caused the vertical eyes to pause slightly.
Wuming immediately woke up from his daze. Looking at the vertical eyes that were closer to him, Wuming quickly retreated.
Seeing Wuming retreat, he raised his eyes and did not give up. Even though there was golden energy to restrain him, he still crushed towards Wuming.
Looking at the unyielding huge vertical eyes, Wuming had a strange intuition that the vertical eyes seemed to want to devour, assimilate and strengthen himself.
Wuming couldn't care too much, his sword intent exploded, condensed into a giant sword, and struck towards Zongmu.
"Ding!"
The extremely sharp sword intent struck directly on the vertical eye, which trembled slightly, and the crushing gesture stopped instantly.
Sparks flew everywhere where the sword intention and vertical eyes met. The two were evenly matched and refused to give an inch.
"Is it an illusion?"
But if he is assimilated by that huge vertical eye, he will really die. This is the intuition of a superb swordsman.
While thinking, golden energy surged, and the strength of his vertical eyes seemed to be a little weaker. As a top expert, Wuming could clearly feel even the smallest changes.
Feeling the change in strength, Wuming's sword finger moved slightly, and countless sword energy shot out towards Wuming's vertical eyes.
"Ding ding ding!"
Like rain hitting banana trees, the sword rain continuously hits the vertical eyes. Each sword strike is not very powerful, but when the immeasurable sword rain is superimposed, the power is also very astonishing.
His vertical eyes trembled violently, and he was pushed back by the giant sword and the rain of swords.
Zhu Mu was pushed back a few feet and then suddenly paused. His aura suddenly increased, as if he was flashing back light. The sword rain that was coming was directly shaken by the aura, turned into a rain of light, and disappeared.
Wuming was also pushed backwards by the huge force. The powerful impact and momentum made Wuming look pale and uncomfortable.
Fortunately, this momentum came and went quickly, and the giant eyes stopped as if they had exhausted their energy. Without the huge power behind him, Wuming suddenly felt his body light up and almost fell to his knees.
"Zizzi!"
Wuming looked up and saw that the huge eyes that were shining before had gradually dimmed, and even became faintly transparent, as if they were about to disappear.
"call!"
Looking at the dimmed giant eyes, Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. Just as his mind relaxed a little, a huge feeling of fatigue suddenly hit him, and then the world started to spin.
"Um?"
Wuming's eyes moved slightly, raised his eyes, golden liquid, everything had disappeared. He was still where he was, and even the leaves flying in the sky were still in the air, still falling slowly.
Hallucination? No, the mental fatigue, the depletion of the sword's will, and the real feeling, everything shows that everything just now is what I have really experienced.
With such a fantasy ability, the opponent's strength is far superior to his own. As for why he transformed into those giant eyes, he doesn't know.
At the same moment, Xiang Fanchen also recovered. What happened in the sea of consciousness was only a moment to the outside world.
Feeling the huge vertical-eyed shadow in his consciousness sea that had mostly dissipated, Xiang Fanchen nodded with satisfaction, the purpose of this trip had been achieved.
The Heavenly Sword Realm has been experienced, and most of the hidden dangers have been eliminated. Although this divine dragon's mental power has no roots and origins, it is extremely difficult to dissipate. Although my own mental power has been consuming and assimilating it, the progress is not as satisfactory as expected.
This time, I used the Wuming Sword Intent as a guide, and used my own mental power as a bridge to introduce the external power of Wuming to wear away most of it. Given time, I can completely eliminate it. Even if I can't, I still have back-ups to deal with it.
It's also thanks to Wuming that he is already in the realm of Heavenly Sword, otherwise he wouldn't be able to achieve such an effect.
"It is worthy of the realm of Heavenly Sword! The martial arts myth is well deserved."
Looking at Wuming's slightly pale face, Xiang Fanchen said.
After saying that, Xiang Fanchen took out two blood bodhis from his arms and walked towards Wuming: "This is the blood bodhi, the holy fruit that heals wounds and increases interest rate. It can help you recover quickly."
Wuming didn't hesitate, took the blood bodhi and ate it.
Wuming did not doubt the authenticity of the Blood Bodhi, and it was not surprising that the other party was able to produce the legendary Blood Bodhi in the martial arts world.
Sure enough, after eating the Blood Bodhi, Wuming's aura began to rise rapidly, and his pale face became rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Thank you!"
Feeling the recovery of his own strength, Wuming said.
"Master, are you okay?"
Jian Chen on the side quickly ran over. Standing on the periphery, he looked confused. Did he start to do the real thing as promised? Why did it end with just one move?
"nothing!"
The nameless aura has been adjusted, but the truly depleted spirit needs to be slowly recuperated.
Sure enough, there is no such thing as namelessness in its heyday.
"I have seen the Heavenly Sword Realm this time, and it is indeed well-deserved. However, I still need to prepare for the matter of Dugu Sword Master and Xiongba. I will not stay here any longer. I will see you again if we are destined to say goodbye!"
The tea has been drunk and the fight has been fought. It’s time to run away, why not stay and listen to the erhu? Don’t be kidding, I didn’t even bring my suona.
"That's enough work for now, see you later," Wuming said.
After waving his hand, Xiang Fanchen walked away gracefully under the moonlight.
Looking at Xiang Fanchen leaving, he was silent and silent. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for such a person to appear in the martial arts world.
If this person is causing harm to the martial arts world, I might not be able to stop him.
Maybe I should pick up the sword skills that I haven't used for many years. The water in this world of martial arts is still bottomless.
"Chen'er, let's go back!"
Wuming called Jian Chendao beside him.
"Yes, master!"
Jian Chen had a lot of questions in his stomach, but he wanted to ask them but never asked them out. If he should have known, the master would have said, since the master didn't tell him, it would be useless to ask himself.
Chapter completed!