Wu Xiuming's words made Master Wanyan sneer and pointed at Wu Xiuming and said coldly: "Wu Xiuming, you haven't seen each other for many days. Your strength has not increased, but your bragging level has improved a lot. You are a top expert, and you can't even fight me, the top expert, and you still try to challenge two two-winged gods. Are you kidding me?"

The Wanyan family members behind Mr. Wanyan also burst into laughter. The Holy Angel Miller and the Black-clothed Two-Winged God also kept sneering. In their opinion, Wu Xiuming's strength is not worth mentioning at all, and this is simply seeking death!

"I didn't want to fight you, but since you are so persistent, I'll give you a move first!" Wu Xiuming slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at Master Wanyan from afar, and said, "Let's show your weapons!"

"Why do I need to use weapons to you?" Mr. Wanyan said loudly: "I have pinched you to death with one hand!"

"You decided this, then take my sword!" Wu Xiuming exclaimed lightly, and the long sword in his hand slashed straight towards Master Wanyan.

Wu Xiuming's sword was like an ordinary person, holding a machete and chopping people, and there was no skill to talk about. The sword contained no power, and it looked light and even if he found a gangster on the street, he could beat him better.

Mr. Wanyan was still a little worried, after all, Wu Xiuming's tone was too loud. But when he saw Wu Xiuming taking action, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly laughed.

"That's the sword?" Mr. Wanyan laughed loudly: "Just like this, it's okay for me to block you a thousand swords and ten thousand swords. Wu Xiuming, are you really kidding me?"

Wu Xiuming's face was calm, his speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and the sword slowly slashed down. The whole process was very gentle, and he looked like he was powerless. The speed was not fast, and it was completely slow motion. Such a sword, let alone Master Wanyan, could be easily avoided by anyone in the world.

Mr. Wanyan smiled for a while, then suddenly clenched his fists, preparing to knock down Wu Xiuming with one blow, and show off in front of these two masters of the gods.

However, when he was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The sword that Wu Xiuming slashed over seemed not as simple as he had seen before. Although the speed and power of the long sword had not changed, and the direction had not changed, when he wanted to counterattack, he suddenly realized that the sword seemed to have surrounded any place around him. No matter how he moved and avoided the block, he could not avoid the attack. Looking at the slowly slashed sword, Wanyan Erye actually felt an indescribable sense of despair at this moment. He had completely lost the idea of ​​counterattack. He had only the slowly slashed sword in his eyes, and he was completely lost.

Everyone around was also watching jokingly, but as Wu Xiuming's sword got closer and closer to Wanyan Second Master, everyone suddenly realized that something was wrong. Because Wanyan Second Master did not dodge or resist, he stood there blankly, watching the sword slashing down, and had no intention of resisting. What was going on?

"Second Brother!" The Wanyan family shouted loudly, wanting to call Mr. Wanyan to resist the sword. However, when he shouted, Mr. Wanyan seemed to have not heard it, and still stood there blankly, watching the sword slowly chop down. Finally, the sword finally fell completely. In front of everyone, without resisting it, it landed on Mr. Wanyan's shoulder and placed on Mr. Wanyan's neck.

During the whole process, except for a mocking at first, Master Wanyan did not react at all. He almost watched the sword slash and finally landed on his neck.

Fortunately, the sword did not slash down any further, but just put it on his neck, so he stopped.

Wu Xiuming stared at Master Wanyan for a while, then suddenly put away his long sword and said, "Wanyan Er, I will spare your life today. If I fight again next time, I will not be polite!"

Mr. Wanyan said nothing, retreated in dismay, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. At this moment, he seemed to have walked away from the gate of hell. He had never tried the feeling of despair when the sword fell down, but he never wanted to try it again. For some reason, he had a feeling that under Wu Xiuming's sword, all power was useless!

Seeing that the second master of Wanyan retreated, the Holy Angel Miller and the two-winged god in black were also full of doubts. Neither of them could see what was going on.

"Bad!" The two-winged gods in black glared at Wanyan Second Master and cursed in a deep voice.

Mr. Wanyan was still covered in cold sweat at this moment. Even though the two-winged gods in black cursed him, he seemed to have not heard it. He did not refute or explain, and he just stood there suddenly, as if he had not yet come back to his senses from the despair just now.

The Wanyan family stood beside them. Although they didn't know what the situation was, everyone was also frightened. They knew Wanyan Erye very well. If he hadn't been completely defeated, he would never have been like this. It seems that Wu Xiuming's strength has really reached a terrifying level, and it is not something they can compete with!

Wu Xiuming raised the long sword in his hand, pointed to the Holy Angel Miller and the Black-clothed God, and said, "I advise you not to send these puppets to die. You two can go together, or you can still fight me!"

"What a big tone, I want to see what kind of ability you have!" The black-clothed god shouted loudly, spread his wings behind him, and rushed to Wu Xiuming like lightning. His hands were clawed and quickly grabbed Wu Xiuming's neck, intending to cut Wu Xiuming's neck.

Wu Xiuming was calm and shook the sword in his hand, pulled a sword flower, and swept it straight away. Although the movement was slow, the movement of the two-winged god in black seemed to slow down in an instant. He could clearly grab Wu Xiuming's neck in an instant, but after Wu Xiuming took action, he seemed to have fallen into a swamp, and was greatly resisted and his speed was extremely slow. Even though Wu Xiuming later made a move, he was still one step faster than him. The long sword in his hand actually slashed at the two-winged god in black. Judging from this posture, the hands of the two-winged god in black had not yet grasped Wu Xiuming's neck, but Wu Xiuming was afraid that Wu Xiuming would cut off his hands first.

The Holy Angel Miller in the distance originally wanted to watch the battle and see how Wu Xiuming's strength would make a decision. However, when he saw this situation, he was shocked. He didn't know what happened to the two-winged god in black, but he knew that if this continued, the two-winged god in black would definitely be chopped down, and then they would suffer a great loss.

Therefore, even though the Holy Angel Miller had a bad relationship with the two-winged god in black, he did not dare to hesitate at this moment. He immediately rushed over quickly, and a white light rose behind him, directly covering Wu Xiuming.

"Holy Light!" Holy Angel Miller shouted. This holy light is the strongest secret skill of his Holy Angel clan, and it is extremely powerful. Under the cover of the holy light, as long as he is not as strong as him, he will be limited by the holy light and unable to move. Wanyan Hongfeng suffered a great loss under the holy light. And the man in the cloak was also killed by the holy angel Miller under the cover of the holy light!

Now that the Holy Angel Miller used the holy light as soon as he made a move, he saw that Wu Xiuming's strength was unique. He wanted to fight quickly and resolve Wu Xiuming first.

The holy light quickly enveloped Wu Xiuming. Wu Xiuming's body was obviously stagnant, as if he was suppressed by the holy light. However, his movements did not stop, and the long sword slowly slashed towards the hands of the two winged gods in black.

The Holy Angel Miller was shocked. He knew very well that the power of his holy light. Both winged gods had to be completely restricted in their movements. But what was going on with Wu Xiuming? It was just that the speed was slower, but it was not completely restricted. What was going on?

At this moment, the Holy Angel Miller no longer dared to underestimate Wu Xiuming. Without thinking too much, he rushed down, grabbed the legs of the black-clothed two-winged god, and suddenly pulled him back, pulling him away from Wu Xiuming. In this way, the black-clothed two-winged god had avoided a disaster and was not cut off by Wu Xiuming.

Dodging from Wu Xiuming, the two-winged god in black seemed to be relieved, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the Holy Angel Miller, and said in a deep voice: "This kid is a bit weird. When he takes action, it seems to be limited by something, and his speed will become very slow. So, don't you see that his speed is very slow, but in fact, within the range around him, his speed is much faster than us!"

"There is such a situation?" The Holy Angel Miller was shocked. Why did this situation sound similar to their Holy Light?

However, the Holy Light completely restricts other people's actions, and Wu Xiuming's way of doing this is just a slowdown!

Ye Qing saw this situation in the distance and was shocked. When Wu Xiuming said this just now, he was still a little worried, thinking that Wu Xiuming was deliberately comforting him. Now seeing Wu Xiuming take action, he completely understood that Wu Xiuming's strength is really not simple. It is not difficult to deal with these two people!

"It seems that we really underestimate you!" The Holy Angel Miller took a deep breath, looked at each other with the two-winged gods in black, and said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, then we two will come together. If a human expert like you continues to live, it will always be a hidden danger. Today, you must not let you leave here alive!"
Chapter completed!