Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 349 A Hard Victory

Wu Ming saw through his current terrifying state at a glance, and knew that if he continued the siege, his side would probably suffer heavy losses.

So, he made a quick decision and shouted loudly to the surrounding guards to warn them. Unfortunately, everything happened too suddenly, and although Wu Ming reacted quickly, he was still a step too late...

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man in black's eyes suddenly turned red, and a terrifying murderous aura emanated from his body. It was obvious that he was completely enraged.

The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, drawing strange arcs in the air, and each sword contained endless murderous intent.

After only a few rounds, Wu Ming began to lose ground. Every time the weapon in his hand collided with the long sword of the man in black, there was a huge impact force that made his arm numb.

Meanwhile, the palace guards who had originally besieged the black-clad man were in an even worse situation. Although they were numerous, they were powerless in the face of the black-clad man's sharp sword.

Only a few screams were heard, and within a few short breaths, these guards fell one after another in a pool of blood. Each of them was covered with scars, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"Humph, you brought this upon yourselves! If that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The man in black snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.

Before he finished speaking, his figure rushed forward like lightning and arrived in front of Wu Ming in an instant.

Facing the fierce attacks of the men in black, Wu Ming could only hold on. Although he had tried his best, the gap in strength gradually put him in a passive position.

Fortunately, Wu Ming's grasp of artistic conception did play a role at this moment. Every time the man in black tried to deliver a fatal blow, Wu Ming was able to skillfully avoid the vital points with the power of artistic conception, thus temporarily saving his life.

But even so, if this situation continues, Wu Ming will probably not be able to escape death in the end.

"No! If this goes on, I'm afraid I'm going to die here today!" Wu Ming's heart tightened and he thought to himself.

Fortunately, however, as far as he knew, the black-clad man's secret technique had a very limited duration, and as long as he persisted, there was still hope.

Time passed slowly. Although Wu Ming was already at a clear disadvantage at the moment, relying on his exquisite Qiu Shui sword technique and the profound artistic conception contained therein, he still stubbornly held on to the small space of only three inches in front of him.

The sharp sword lights intertwined into an impenetrable defense line, which made the attacks of the men in black repeatedly hit a wall and made it difficult for them to get beyond the line.

Although blood began to seep from the corners of Wu Ming's mouth, it was not due to a flaw in his defense, but rather because his opponent was too powerful, and the residual force generated by his attack quietly seeped into his seemingly invulnerable sword.

However, even though he was injured, fortunately these injuries had not yet affected Wu Ming's fundamental condition. He gritted his teeth, struggled to hold on, and vowed to continue to persevere.

On the other side, the man in black saw that Wu Ming was injured, but his defense was still flawless.

He knew very well that judging from the current situation, it was almost a pipe dream to defeat this tough opponent in a short period of time.

What's more, the time limit for the secret technique he was using was already more than half. If he insisted on attacking forcefully, when the secret technique became ineffective, the situation would take a turn for the worse.

Thinking of this, the man in black had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​killing his opponent with his sword.

The man in black attacked again like a ghost, and his fierce attack instantly repelled Wu Ming.

Surprisingly, he did not press on to pursue the victory, nor did he utter any wild words. He just stared at Wu Ming deeply with a deep gaze, then turned around and floated away like a light feather.

Wu Ming looked at the direction where the man in black left, and thought to himself: The opponent's fierce attack just now must have consumed a lot of energy. Now he left in such a hurry, it seems that the time for his secret skills to last is about to end.

However, Wu Ming knew better than to act rashly. Even though the man in black appeared to be fleeing, he would likely fall into a trap if he rashly pursued him. Therefore, he decided to hold his ground and recover from his injuries as quickly as possible.

Wu Ming sat down cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing, guiding the vital energy in his body to flow through his meridians. As time passed, his wounds gradually healed, and his once pale face gradually regained some color.

After his injuries had improved slightly, Wu Ming didn't hesitate and immediately stood up and walked over to his brothers. He carefully examined each of their injuries and used the medicine he had with him to bandage and treat them one by one. However, two of the guards still died in the battle.

At the same time, the battle situation in the inner courtyard was also not optimistic.

Although the leader of the men in black had sustained some injuries in the fierce battle with the Bai Mansion's men, his strength was still far beyond the reach of the six Bai Mansion masters. Facing such a formidable foe, the Bai Mansion's men gradually felt overwhelmed.

At this critical moment of life and death, the two priests of the Bai Mansion acted decisively and hardened their minds to perform a secret technique that could greatly enhance their own strength in a short period of time.

However, this secret technique comes at the cost of sacrificing one's own cultivation and even lifespan. Despite this, the two did not flinch and resolutely launched the secret technique.

In an instant, the two of them became more powerful and their skills soared, and they finally succeeded in inflicting a heavy blow to the leader of the men in black.

But the leader of the men in black was a seasoned warrior, no ordinary man. Even though he was seriously injured, he relied on his tenacious will and superb martial arts to break through the blockade of the Bai Mansion and escape from the Bai Mansion.

At this point, this thrilling battle finally came to an end, and the final result could only be considered a tragic victory for the Bai family.

The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone upon the earth, the entire Bai Mansion was shrouded in a thick haze. The former grandeur and bustling scene was gone, replaced by a scene of decay and desolation.

After the thrilling battle last night, the Bai Mansion was littered with broken walls and rubble.

The once exquisite pavilions and towers were now in ruins, the flowers and trees in the garden were all destroyed and scattered, and the furniture and decorations that were once neatly arranged were now destroyed.

According to preliminary statistics after the war, the damage suffered by the White House was simply incalculable. A large amount of property was destroyed, and countless precious items disappeared.