Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 521 Slightly Better

Just as Wu Ming was gradually recovering from his injuries, the situation on the field had subtly changed without him noticing.

The two men were originally evenly matched, but Tang Shaolong now had the absolute upper hand. His attacks were as fierce as a storm, leaving the old man in green, Wei Tao, unable to fight back.

Tang Shaolong's two flying swords shuttled rapidly in the air, like two nimble silver snakes, cooperating with the four flying needles to form a strict attack system.

Although Wei Tao tried his best to resist, he could only retreat step by step in the face of such a powerful attack, and his injuries became more and more.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, an incense stick of time had passed, but Tang Shaolong still failed to completely defeat the old man in green, Wei Tao.

Tang Shaolong became more and more anxious, and he couldn't help but worry about the injury of his junior brother Wu Ming.

After all, Junior Brother Wu Ming used a secret technique, and he would never let Junior Brother Wu Ming get hurt in the slightest.

At this moment, Tang Shaolong suddenly had an idea. With a thought, the two flying swords flew back into his hands like lightning.

Then, he unleashed his unique skill—Qingyun Sword Technique. Hundreds of sword lights streaked across the sky like meteors, interweaving into a dazzling sword light net in the air.

As soon as the sword light net appeared, it was like a surging torrent, sweeping towards the green-clothed old man Wei Tao with endless power.

Wei Tao's face changed drastically when he saw this. He knew the power of this terrifying sword light.

When Wei Tao witnessed this move again, an unnatural look that was hard to conceal appeared on his face.

You know, even if Tang Shaolong, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, used this move, he would have to give his all to deal with it.

However, Tang Shaolong, who was now standing in front of him, had already broken through to the late stage of foundation building, and his power was naturally incomparable.

Wei Tao felt extremely regretful and was deeply upset about his decision.

If he had been more decisive before and ended the battle quickly, instead of being delayed by Wu Ming's offensive rhythm, Tang Shaolong might not have been able to successfully advance.

But now that things have come to this, facing such a powerful opponent, he knows that he may not be able to easily withstand this move.

Seeing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him, Wei Tao gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.

He slapped his chest without hesitation, and a powerful force instantly surged in his body.

As he moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out like an arrow, forming a scarlet blood mist in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Tao muttered something and quickly performed a secret technique.

I saw the aura on his body rising steadily, and finally stopped after reaching a zero point.

At the same time, Wei Tao changed the spell in his hand, commanding his own magic weapon, the Blood-weeping Whip and the seal, to rush out like meteors, heading towards the dense sword light.

Not only that, Wei Tao also performed another magic. He was seen making hand gestures with his hands and muttering something.

In an instant, four birds with flames burning all over their bodies appeared out of thin air. They screamed and pounced straight towards the four golden needles with endless anger.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes was jaw-dropping.

In a space of nearly a thousand meters in radius, sword lights intertwined like lightning, flames raged like a torrent, and the roar of explosions rose one after another, deafening.

This terrifying force seemed to completely destroy everything around it. Even the ground was lifted up several feet, forming a huge pothole on the ground.

This scene is really too horrifying. If it happened in a densely populated area, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Such a powerful attack would probably cause countless casualties and killings.

Fortunately, Wu Ming was several miles away from the battlefield where the two were fighting, which allowed him to escape danger temporarily.

Even so, Wu Ming couldn't help but feel scared.

He knew very well that if he was closer, even if he was not injured, he would probably not be able to withstand the power of the explosion.

What's more, he is already seriously injured, and it is really unknown whether he can survive the explosion.

"I wonder if Senior Brother Tang was injured in the explosion?"

Wu Ming thought to himself and couldn't help but worry about Tang Shaolong.

As time passed, Wu Ming became more and more anxious. He widened his eyes and stared at the place where the explosion occurred, afraid of missing any details.

Finally, after several agonizing breaths, a figure slowly emerged from the thick smoke.

Wu Ming looked closely and saw that it was Tang Shaolong with a huge gray bell on his head!

Seeing that Tang Shaolong had no obvious injuries, Wu Ming finally felt relieved.

However, before Wu Ming could completely breathe a sigh of relief, another figure appeared in his sight.

This figure also walked out from the thick smoke of the explosion, but compared with Tang Shaolong, his condition was much more miserable.

The man who came was the old man Wei Tao in blue. His clothes were tattered, as if torn by a strong wind.

His disheveled hair covered his face, and his body was covered in blood, which was shocking to see.

But these were not the worst. The most shocking thing was that Wei Tao's left arm was missing, leaving only an empty sleeve fluttering in the wind.

Obviously, in the earth-shattering explosion just now, Wei Tao's left arm had been completely destroyed, which undoubtedly caused him great harm.

After Wei Tao escaped from the explosion, he said nothing, but just looked at Wu Ming and Tang Shaolong fiercely with his eyes, then turned into a streak of blood and disappeared from their sight.

Tang Shaolong was a little surprised to see that the other party was so determined and didn't hesitate at all, but he didn't chase after him.

After all, although he was extremely angry with that man and wanted to kill him immediately to prevent future troubles, his attention was attracted by Wu Ming who was recovering from his injuries.

Tang Shaolong flashed and appeared in front of Wu Ming like a ghost. He asked with concern, "Junior brother, how is your injury?"

His eyes were fixed on Wu Ming, as if he wanted to see the specific details of his injuries through his body.

Wu Ming felt Tang Shaolong's concern and smiled slightly, replying, "Brother Tang, thank you for your concern. My injuries are not serious, but the aftereffects of that secret technique are a bit troublesome."

Although his voice was calm, the pain in it was hard to hide.

Tang Shaolong frowned slightly when he heard this. He naturally knew that the sequelae of the secret technique were serious, and he couldn't help but worry about Wu Ming.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said, "This is not the place to talk, Junior Brother Wu, let's return to the Spirit Boat first."

After saying that, he turned around and flew towards the spirit boat first.

Seeing this, Wu Ming did not dare to delay. He quickly used the little bit of true energy that had just recovered in his body, endured the discomfort of his body, followed Tang Shaolong closely, and returned to the spirit boat together.