The most powerful master of the city

Chapter 462 Victory

How much pain you endure, how much power you can explode!
This is not a rhetoric that is casually said, but the true meaning of a practice.

And Sikong Wuming has mastered this technique.

Bloody electric arcs were cruising, neighing and converging on his wound, and the flesh and blood were being regenerated at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, the fierce light on his body surface was completely dyed red as if immersed in a pool of blood, scarlet like blood, evil and permeating, and the terrifying aura surged.

Everyone was shocked and felt a huge pressure, their blood stagnated and it was difficult to breathe!

Is this still human? !

"Did you see? Mr. Sikong is not defeated, he will not be defeated!" Link Kequ let out a deep and cold laugh, "The ultimate losers can only be you!"

Song Changfeng ignored him and paid close attention to the battle situation.

"Are you surprised?"

Sikong Wuming's eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a mocking and playful smile.

"The first time I saw you, I was deeply aware of your strength."

He continued to speak in a flat, calm tone, confident and calm, as if everything was under his control.

"Facts have proved that it is true, I am not your opponent in my normal state."

Ling Yu's face was calm and he didn't speak, just quietly let him finish.

Sikong Wuming slowly raised his hand, covered by a layer of blood light, with symbols flowing and changing, containing unimaginable power, "So, I chose the self-mutilation style of play, combined with my special technique. Now I have power over you!"

"Really?" Ling Yu yawned, disapproving.

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

Sikong Wuming made a move at this moment, and with one palm, dazzling blood shot up into the sky, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, it turned into a giant palm holding up to the sky, and a vast aura reverberated, powerful and powerful, vicious crushed down!

Rumble!
The space trembled, and the blood light rose and fell like a vast ocean, turbulent and turbulent. Everyone felt a fear that originated from the depths of their souls.

This is a palm that can seriously injure a Martial Saint!
Under this palm, Ling Yu was as small as an ant. Under the majestic and huge wind pressure, his hair and clothes were dancing wildly, forming a strong contrast with his indifferent eyes.

"You can't hide, the Song family is right below." Sikong Wuming sneered, looking playful, as if he was staying out of the matter, and looked at Ling Yu with eyes watching the farce, "What will you do? I'm looking forward to it."

"Who told you that I care about the Song family?" Ling Yu said slowly, facing the bloody palm of Qingtian who was about to slap him, his face was as pale as Gujing.

Song Yunhai was the only one who could make him care about the Song family.

"What?" Sikong Wuming frowned.

"Who told you that I need to hide?"

He doesn't need to hide at all!

Ling Yu spoke again, his eyes were indescribably deep, as dark as an abyss, indifferent and cold, and a majestic aura rose from him.

Sikong Wuming's complexion changed, and the scene of heart palpitations was reflected in his widened eyes.

Click!

Qingtian Blood Palm was still tens of meters away from Ling Yu, and it seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. A huge crack spread out. Before it could attack the enemy, it began to disintegrate because of the enemy's aura!
How unbelievable is this? !

Sikong Wuming smelled a strong breath of death, and every muscle fiber in his body was tense, and the blood gushed out from his whole body, pouring into the unbroken blood palm, and at the same time, two terrifying blood-colored beams shot out from his eyes. Pierce Ling Yu.

It was at this moment that Ling Yu punched.

This is an ordinary punch, but it is extremely invincible!
The fist is soaring into the sky, unstoppable, crushing and smashing everything!
The blood-colored palm prints and blood-colored light beams turned into nothingness under this punch!
All the people watching the battle below showed awe and bowed their bodies one after another to express their respect for the strong. Only Linkequ, Ouyang Lingyue and others were pale and trembling.

Sikong Wuming was hit by the shock force and flew backwards, a large amount of blood spattered from his broken body, his heart was beating wildly, and he was terrified.

He forcibly burned the essence of life to condense into a blood-colored armor on the surface of his body. At a great price, his injuries were stabilized and his strength further increased.

"Disciples, I will avenge you as a teacher!"

Sikong Wuming turned over in the air, and grabbed at the void, as if he was about to pull out something, layers of blood surged and condensed in his palms.

Ling Yu appeared suddenly, and his fist was about to land on Sikong Wuming, who showed grief and indignation, just wait a little longer...

"Don't kill him!"

A majestic and cold voice sounded, with the meaning of order, but Ling Yu didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

"Bold!"

The man opened his mouth again, and a long purple sword flew from nowhere, piercing the sky with surging sword energy, wanting to save Sikong Wuming.

when!
The crisp metal vibrato swayed, and the sword was easily knocked away by Ling Yu, causing the person in the dark night to let out a sigh.

And Sikong Wuming also took advantage of this gap to complete the ultimate move.

There was an extra red dagger in his hand, which seemed harmless, but Sikong Wuming's body quickly shriveled up, and at the same time, the dense symbols on the sword were lit up, emitting a terrifying and strange blood-colored radiance.

The sword... is sucking the blood of Sikong Wuming!
Sikong Wuming slashed at Ling Yu, and with the help of the bloody armor, his dilapidated body still erupted with terrifying power.

His cheeks were pale and dry at the moment, almost sticking to the bones, showing a grim smile, penetrating and terrifying.

No matter who it is, as long as it touches it, its life will be ruthlessly devoured.

This cut directly affects the source of life!
Unfortunately, his wishful thinking was wrong.

Just a few inches away from Ling Yu, this life-swallowing dagger actually shattered, as if unable to bear some kind of terrifying pressure, and finally exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
"This is impossible!"

Sikong Wuming screamed in shock, his eyes were stained with fear, and he was wiped out under Ling Yu's fist!

At the last moment before he died, he regretted that he shouldn't have come to Ling Yu, and that the most correct choice was to forget the vengeance of Lin Chen and others.

Because, Ling Yu... is not a human being!
Obviously, the reason why the sword broke was because it came into contact with a life form with a terrifyingly high level, which is far above the creatures on the earth, and the source of life contained in it is so huge that it can be exploded even through the air !

They thought it was a legitimate discussion, but at this moment, people were killed. Everyone didn't feel that Ling Yu had done something wrong.

On the contrary, Sikong Wuming took the initiative to invite the battle, and paid a high price to perform his ultimate move, obviously wanting to put Ling Yu to death.

Everyone came to the conclusion that Sikong Wuming committed his own crimes and could not live!

(End of this chapter)