At this point, Wuming suspected that the weakening of his attack came from one of the two unknown rewards from Baypson, otherwise ordinary props would have no effect on him at all.
The sword slave stood up from the ground again, and sure enough, he had no injuries on his body, and the armor on his chest was intact.
He looked at Wuming, but found that Wuming suddenly looked up at the sky. His face changed slightly, and he immediately growled, took a big step forward with a big sword in his hand, and appeared in front of Wuming in an instant, slashing at Wuming with a powerful move.
Wuming still looked at the sky, but raised his right hand and easily clamped the sword with his fingers. He said, "What a brilliant formation. No, there are traces of props. The flow of energy is subtle and smooth, like wind and clouds, and it also guides my attack on you into the void. Interesting!"
But then he looked at the sword slave and said with a smile: "What if this is the case?"
As he spoke, he placed a finger on the sword slave's chest. The sword slave could actually choose to drop the sword in his hand and retreat, but the problem was that he was a sword slave.
A sword slave is a slave to the sword. If he gives up the sword, it would be equivalent to leaving the protection of the formation, and he would only die faster.
Now he could only pray that Wuming's attack could still be diverted into the void by the formation.
Boo!
An extremely small voice suddenly sounded.
In Wuming's eyes, his attack landed on the sword slave's chest, then turned into countless thin golden lines that spread throughout his body, and then quickly flowed into the sky through a mark on the sword slave's back.
Normally, the enemy cannot see this scene, but the problem is that Wuming's attack did not stop this time, and he was still connected to these golden lines.
"If I don't understand the formation, this formation will really tire me to death. But sorry, I happen to have a good research on formations." Wuming said with a smile after figuring out the principle of this formation.
Then he kept tapping the sword slave's body with his fingers, which looked like he was quickly pressing acupoints.
Under the impact of extremely high frequency and interrupted time, the sword slave suddenly felt something wrong with his body, and then he was horrified to find that his body began to swell.
"Remember to be a good person in your next life. Bye!"
Wuming smiled and waved his hand, and the sword slave's body suddenly exploded. Countless golden dots scattered from his body and turned into golden light all over the sky.
He didn't know what this formation was called, but it had thirty-six large nodes and seventy-two small nodes. After figuring out the nodes, he thought it would be very easy to crack the formation.
Of course, this is also related to the sword slave's weak strength. If the enemy is strong enough and he cannot detain the enemy, this trick will be useless.
Only by capturing the enemy and injecting different proportions of energy into the corresponding nodes in a short period of time can the energy transmission channel of the formation be blocked and finally the target be blown up.
To put it simply, this operation varies from person to person. What is effective for one sword slave does not necessarily mean it will be effective for another sword slave. It depends on the other person's physical condition and the difference in the formation.
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Above the sky.
When Baipson saw the sword slave being killed by Wuming, there was no surprise on his face.
If Wuming couldn't even defeat a mere sword slave, he wouldn't be worthy of his careful treatment.