Wuming walked into the battle space again, which caused a sensation in the crowd. Can his body still allow him to continue fighting?

Zhao Gang's eyes were fierce. When he saw Wuming entering the battle space, a cold and sinister smile suddenly flashed in his eyes.

In his opinion, Wuming's appearance at this time was simply seeking his own death. However, when Wuming's cold words came, he was stunned, and immediately, a more ferocious look appeared on his face.

However, before he could take action, Wuming took action one step ahead of him, without even asking his name. This silent contempt made Zhao Gang furious.

"boom!"

The energy surged, and when Wuming opened his mouth, he actually spit out a stream of innate essence, which instantly evolved into an energy storm, like waves in the vast ocean, surging and unabated in power.

"Open it for me!"

Zhao Gang did not flinch and rushed forward. Under the shocked eyes of everyone, he sacrificed a white jade bagua on the spot, transformed into a fairy mountain, and suppressed it mercilessly. Even the energy storm could not resist its power.

The appearance of the junior spiritual warriors made everyone feel awe-struck and wanted to see how Wuming could break the situation. After all, he had suffered too much loss after his previous battle with Xing Yue.

"What can a mere spirit-level warrior do to me? Let me break it!" Wuming roared, with black hair flying like a waterfall, like a demon descending from the dust, with endless power.

He punched forward, like a god of war with the power to shake the heaven and earth, he actually directly blocked the immortal mountain that was transformed into a white jade bagua.

Immediately, the roar of war drums sounded one after another, Wuming waved nine punches in a row, and all the extremely fierce power was poured into the immortal mountain.

There was a click, and the Immortal Mountain was torn into pieces. It was actually broken by his bare hands. Then, he raised his hand and pointed a finger, and a strong wind shot towards Zhao Gang.

"puff!"

There was a flash of blood, and Zhao Gang let out a cry of pain. The charm of Wuming's finger almost pierced his throat, causing blood to flow from his neck. He felt the breath of death, and his heart was filled with fear.

"Stop, I admit defeat!"

However, Wuming was still cold and ruthless. With a wave of his sleeve, the fierce wind blew, knocking Zhao Gang unconscious and leaving the battle space.

Seeing Wuming Yun's calm and gentle appearance, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air at this moment. He was so domineering. He defeated soldiers with one hand and destroyed powerful enemies with his raised hand. He was really extremely powerful.

"Well, no, Wuming is vomiting blood!"

People were shocked because they all saw something was wrong with Wuming's situation. His face was pale, his body was trembling slightly, and they even saw a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, many casual cultivators were excited. Everyone felt that Wuming was now using a powerful crossbow, and just now it was just a powerful blow from him.

"This is an opportunity. The opportunity to stand out may be right in front of you!"

This situation made many people feel excited. Even those who came from well-established families and sect disciples all had bright eyes, like hungry wolves, eyeing the big fat meat named Wuming.

Only Long Qianzhang, Wu Gang/Hui'er and the few people who were close friends with Wuming were worried and felt that Wuming might be in danger.

"Wu Ming, I, Wang Tong, am here to fight with you!" Wang Tong, a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, stepped into the battle space. The sword in his hand was cold and flashed with a dazzling cold light under the sunlight.

Not long ago, Wang Tong had won four victories. When Wuming first arrived at the Yanwu Dojo, he had watched his battles. He was very strong and indeed a formidable opponent.

"Come on!" Wuming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Wang Tong with a dangerous color in his eyes.

"Okay!" Wang Tong shouted, and showed off his strongest offensive. The sword in his hand danced wildly, splitting the space, and slashed towards Wuming.

Wuming stood still, and at the moment when the sword energy was about to hit his body, he moved in an instant. He transformed the twelve zodiac signs with one hand, a palm-sized mouse, lavender in color, vivid, and suddenly,

Then he ran into the curtain-like sword light.

"Bang!"

Thousands of swords collapsed, Wuming Yun Danfengqing, but the mouse he evolved directly disrupted Wang Tong's offensive. Then, the offensive continued unabated, directly piercing Wang Tong's shoulder, and blood spattered everywhere.

Wang Tong flew out amidst his cry of pain.

"Little friend Wuming, please have mercy!" Seeing that Wuming was about to take action, Wang Tong's father, the master of the Divine Sword Sect, hurriedly spoke out, his face turning pale.

Wuming made no move and allowed Wang Tong to be taken away, but his own body was shaking and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha, Wuming is dying, his injuries have become more and more serious." Someone laughed loudly, not afraid of the power of the four major families, arrogant and flamboyant.

There is simply no better news than Wuming's injury. Many people were pleasantly surprised, but Zhao Gang and Wang Tong, who had just been defeated by Wuming, looked completely defeated.

It was too urgent. If they had waited just now and not grabbed the limelight, why would they have lost everything now and completely ruined their own future?

Because under the rules set by the elders of the immortal forces, the losers will no longer have the opportunity to participate in the war. Now, Zhao Gang and Wang Tong have failed successively, which also shows that this three-day competition has nothing to do with them.

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Five consecutive wins, five games is the number that people have already discussed. If you can win all five games, you can enter the eyes of the immortal forces. Then, the victor can rest. If you win five more games in a row, that is, successively

After ten games, you can enter the finals, and even the more outstanding ones can get a place as a registered disciple of the immortal power.

Undoubtedly, Wang Tong's behavior of picking peaches on the way caused him to completely cut off his own future. The misery was even thousands of times worse than that of Zhao Gang.

"Hahaha, Wuming, I want to fight you, hahaha..."

Another person entered the battle space. He was a fat man with fair skin, but his speed was different from ordinary people, and he was so fast that it made people feel embarrassed.

However, what made people even more speechless was that while he was talking, he was already smiling from ear to ear.

For a while, people were slandering, and it was okay to be secretly happy, but why are you smiling so openly?

"Damn fat man, I made you laugh, just wait to lose. His grandma is so fat and can run so fast." Someone was dissatisfied and cursed outside the battle space.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the fat man's laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone was stunned when they looked at the situation in the battle space. Immediately, everyone burst out laughing, and they all doubled up with laughter.

"Hahaha, I made you laugh, but the pig actually humped me!"

"My God, this pig is really big. It must weigh over a thousand kilograms."

"It seems that there is also a fight between relatives. You see how they fight, they are already inseparable."

In the battle space, when Wuming saw a big fat man coming in, he didn't say much and directly activated the twelve zodiac signs battle code, evolving into a fat white pig.

That's right, it was a pig with a fat head, big ears, big shoulders and round waist. In order to teach the fat man who laughed endlessly, Wuming didn't even try to evolve a pig creature with special bloodline, and directly evolved a domestic fat pig.

It's just bigger and fatter. It weighs more than a thousand kilograms and looks like a mountain.

However, even though the pig he evolved was a domestic fat pig, it was also extraordinary. It had rough skin and thick flesh, and the fat pig mouth arched forward, and actually knocked away the fat man who entered the battle space.

Then, with a grunting sound, the fat pig sat down on the fat man. Its considerable weight made the fat man almost spit out last night's meal.

"No fight, no fight, please spare my life..." Looking at the fat pig on his body, the fat man hurriedly begged for mercy loudly. As the person involved, he deeply understood the power of the fat pig. How could it be a pig?

, it was simply a great demon, with unparalleled power that he was unable to contend with. Moreover, it was so embarrassing that in just a short moment, it actually made him want to die.

Wuming waved his hand gently, and the fat pig sitting on the fat man stood up slowly. Then, with another arch, the fat man flew out of the fighting space. The unparalleled power made the fat man vomit out blood.

The sadness of the blood made people all fall silent after laughing. Although the scene just now seemed funny, it was also extremely dangerous and the nameless domineering made people feel a little scared.

Not to mention anything else, even the evolved pig made the opponent vomit blood. This method of fighting with blood must make people feel horrified.

For a moment, everyone felt that if Wuming hadn't taken into account the rule that no one could kill in a martial arts competition, he might have resorted to killing people in battle.

"Ahem, who else is there?" Wuming coughed lightly, and another stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, as bright as red diamonds, and the drops were dazzling.

However, even though he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, no one could underestimate him. Just now he defeated Zhao Gang, Wang Tong, and Fatty Zhuge Ming. He almost defeated the enemy with one move, and no one could persist until the second move.

"Since there is no one, I will retreat and fight you again tomorrow!" Wuming's face turned pale, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"It seems that Wuming really can't hold on any longer. It was just a way for him to squeeze out his potential and try to intimidate him!"

This is people's judgment, and many people are excited, but even so, no one dares to go on stage easily. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and there are still three thousand nails in the broken ship. Who wants to follow in the footsteps of their predecessors and be broken?

Your own future.

"No, someone must play. Otherwise, when he recovers, there will be no chance. In this way, among thousands of people, how can we stand out and get the attention of the immortal forces!" Someone said harshly.

But having said that, who is willing to take risks? This will most likely involve risking one's own future, and if you lose, you will be completely defeated.

"Damn it, draw lots. Since everyone wants to get ahead, but also doesn't want to end up in despair, this is the only way we can do it now." Someone came up with a way, and it was recognized by most people.

At this moment, Wuming was like a public enemy. No one wanted to give up such an opportunity, but no one was a fool and wanted to be the first to take the lead.

Fortunately, the method of drawing lots was fair and just, and it solved the problems faced by everyone.

Just like that, someone else took the stage. Although Wuming sang all the way, his physical condition became increasingly pessimistic. In the end, he couldn't even stand still and could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

The living beings come to confront the enemy with difficulty.

When the winning streak reached the thirtieth game, although Wuming was unstoppable and had an astonishing record, his opponents were no longer injured and bloodied and lost their fighting power. Almost half of them were defeated by him.

He was knocked unconscious by force.

"Everyone, work harder, he doesn't have the strength to hit me hard now, he's going to die!" someone shouted loudly.

In the eyes of everyone, Wuming must be stopped. His worsening injury is the best chance now. Otherwise, there will really be no chance until tomorrow.

At the same time, at this time, in people's hearts, the idea of ​​stepping on Wuming was already very small. Almost everyone held their breath and wanted to vent their bad breath, otherwise, they would be too unwilling.

Drawing lots again and again, failing again and again, this is not just the failure of one person, but two people, it is the failure of all of them, which makes them extremely unwilling.

The thirty-third, the thirty-fourth, the thirty-fifth...

Wuming was crumbling, almost lying on the ground, but he was still unstoppable. But what is amazing is that he had won thirty-seven games in a row. Counting his previous victories, he had won four times.

It has been ten games, and this inhuman performance has made everyone feel numb and cold in their hearts.

The red sun moved westward, and the day was almost over, but Wuming's winning streak was still increasing, and it had already exceeded the fifty mark, and the blood he spit out had already dyed him sitting cross-legged red.

of ground.
To be continued...