Chapter 20: Breaking Kill (Fourth Update)

  "Huh? Where did this kid get his sword?"

  The masked man in black standing behind him still hadn't moved, his brow furrowed, and he was even more perplexed. Just now, he clearly had empty hands, so how did a sword suddenly appear in his hand? Where did this sword come from?

  He looked at his own people beside him and became even more bewildered. Let alone the fact that their weapons had been snatched away, even if they really were snatched away, those were knives! These brothers were all skilled with knives... Who used swords?

  Wu Ming let out a cold laugh, you can be as cunning as a ghost but you won't be able to guess, huh? Haha, watch my Holy Spirit Sword Technique!

  "Draw your sword!"

  Muttering to himself, Wu Ming's long sword in his hand drew a strange mark with a swift and mysterious motion, its speed so fast that even the Pre-Heavenly Boundary cultivator in black could only see a blurry afterimage.

  This is the first sword of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship and also the simplest move. But this casual stroke, however, made all the black-clothed men feel a chill in their hearts.

  The six black-clad men surrounding Wu Ming were actually killed by this one sword, with the three in front being slain instantly. The three behind them didn't even have time to come to their aid, and could only stare at the long sword in Wu Ming's hand in shock.

  Weird, too weird!

  Wu Ming let out a cold laugh, and in fact, he also had some understanding in his heart. Firstly, he took advantage of the surprise attack. Last time when he traveled back, the timing was too good, it was exactly when they were empty-handed. Now that he came out with his sword drawn, those people obviously hadn't turned around yet. Moreover, the power of this Holy Spirit Sword Technique... actually, he himself didn't expect that this one sword would have such great power. It wasn't just that he felt the death of those three people, but also a sudden understanding of the sword technique. Just from that one move, it seemed like there was a feeling of clarity in his chest, as if he could feel the wind between heaven and earth, feel the airflow in this space, and even sense the pulse of the surrounding space.

  "Is this the wonder of a divine technique?" Wu Ming's heart was stirred up with waves and ripples, far surpassing the remaining four black-clothed men. That feeling was really too wonderful, with a hint of being invincible in the world. Unfortunately, his strength wasn't strong enough, otherwise this one sword would have instantly killed all six people around him, and even that person over there might not have been able to escape.

  The power of one sword, is it really so terrifying?

  "Hmm..."

  The remaining three people instantly brought their body techniques into play and all retreated backwards.

  Wu Ming pointed his long sword at the leader who was still standing on the rooftop and said coldly, "You want the secret manual? Come down!"

  "Hmph, can't even release your sword energy, and yet you think you're an unparalleled master? Heh heh, you little brat who's only in the Post-Heaven realm, if you want to die so badly, then I won't hold back!"

  That man made a gesture with his eyes, and the three people on the other side also gathered around.

  One Innate First Heaven, one Postnatal Ninth Heaven, and two Postnatal Eighth Heavens. If this were to happen a month ago, Wu Ming would naturally only have the fate of escaping, but now, with Wu Ming's cultivation of the Nine Yang True Scripture reaching the Postnatal Ninth Heaven realm, his internal strength is not inferior to that of the Innate realm, and coupled with the Sacred Spirit Sword Technique, it's still uncertain who will die in whose hands!

  "Kill!"

  The leader let out a loud shout, and immediately grasped a embroidered spring knife in his hand, chopping and killing as he came. On the tip of the knife, a three-foot-long knife aura mixed with a fierce cold wind rushed towards him, with a hint of a desire to break through everything.

  Wu Ming was shocked in his heart. Is this the power of the Innate Realm? No wonder it's said that a few layers of heaven are not terrifying, but being separated by one realm is absolutely different.

  If an ordinary postnatal cultivator of the Nine Heavens wanted to surpass a prenatal cultivator of the First Heaven, it would be utterly absurd. But Wu Ming was different; whether in terms of internal energy techniques or martial skills, he was not ordinary. Suddenly, Wu Ming took half a step back with his left foot and sent his long sword forward horizontally, its blade aligned with the tip of the black-robed man's sword, aiming to slash at his wrist.

  Perhaps after cultivating the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and other top-grade pseudo-divine martial skills, Wu Ming's eyesight had greatly improved. The Embroidered Spring Knife was a bit longer than the Qinggang Sword in his hand, but it was just an ordinary object, if he were to use it to resist this knife, he would probably end up with a destroyed sword and a fatal injury. If he wanted to fight to a mutual destruction, that wouldn't work either, since there were three more people on the other side, all of whom were behind him, so retreating was not an option either.

  In the end, it can only be retreated as an advance. But this retreat as an advance also requires a method, and it is said that the best way is to wait until his knife falls, and then cut off his head with one sword. However, neither the speed of time nor the falling knife and the three people behind him would allow Wu Ming to do so effortlessly.

  Unless Wu Ming's speed was twice as fast as this congenital realm expert.

  So Wu Ming chose to cut his wrist, if he didn't dodge, then this knife would not fall on himself either, and if he dodged, then the current crisis would be solved. In any case, it was better than stabbing him with a sword or rolling away in disarray.

  The author says much, but it's just a moment of time.

  "Age is no longer young, strength is uneven, but this fighting experience is quite rich!"

  The leader of the black-clad men sheathed his sword and took a step back. His gaze at Wu Ming was filled with endless admiration, and he smiled: "If you can honestly hand over the secret book, not only will I spare your life, but I'll also recommend you to enter the Dragon Protection Mountain Manor. What do you think?"

  Wu Ming smiled strangely: "I heard that only the people from Dong Chang like to use embroidered spring knives? Alas, what are you Dong Chang and Hu Long Mountain Villa doing after all? You have me in you, I have you in me, playing undercover or playing homo?"

  As he spoke, his heart was secretly thinking, when did I become so experienced? In my previous life, apart from fighting with people a few times in school, I didn't have any other combat experience. Could it be that I'm really a martial arts genius without any foundation? And this life, the original owner of this body seemed to have never fought with anyone either?

  Wu Ming didn't know that when two souls merged together, even if one of the souls had already become fragments, they would still be much stronger than ordinary people. What's the use of this strengthened soul? It's like the difference between a child and an adult doing arithmetic. When adding or subtracting numbers with the same digit count, a four- or five-year-old child has to count on their fingers, while adults can get the answer without even thinking about it. This is the difference that comes from the growth of soul power.

  "You!"

  That man in black didn't understand what "no room for compromise" and "f**k with" meant, but from the tone he knew it wasn't anything good. Suddenly he became angry and said: "You little brat, you don't drink the toast so you'll have to drink the penalty wine! Today I'll let you taste my power!"

  "You have your swordsmanship, I have my own way with the sword. Ha ha, you're no match for me!" Wu Ming chuckled and his green steel sword began to dance in his hand.

  "Jian Er!"

  At this time, the long sword in Wu Ming's hand came to life and transformed into two sharp stabs, stabbing towards the person's chest. The speed was not very fast, but the black-clothed man found that he could not dodge except by retreating. Before he could even move his knife, he retreated several steps again.

  "Ha! You fell for it!" Wu Ming burst out laughing again, then turned around and with one sword stroke slit the throats of the three black-clad men who had caught up from behind.

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