Confusion appeared on Di Wumingjun's face. He copied all of Di Lingtian's strongest attacks. Even the power of these strongest attacks was exactly the same as that of Di Lingtian himself.
The two of them fought for so long, and Di Lingtian didn't hurt a single hair on his head. He had done a good enough job, so why would Di Lingtian be disappointed in him.
At this moment, Di Wuming seemed to have returned to his childhood.
Di Lingtian taught him how to practice and fight. He always tried his best to do it, expecting to be praised by Di Lingtian.
As a result, he rarely received praise from Di Lingtian. Di Lingtian could always point out his shortcomings in places he didn't expect. This feeling made Di Wuming quite frustrated.
This time Di Lingtian said this, it must be because he failed to do something well.
What exactly was not done well? He has clearly copied it perfectly.
"Oh, dear brother, please stop provoking me. I won't be fooled by you, little brother."
Di Wuming's confused expression disappeared in an instant and quickly recovered.
Humph, what a disappointment, what not done well.
He had been fighting Di Lingtian for more than half an hour and tried every attack method Di Lingtian could use.
If he really hadn't done a good job, he wouldn't have been able to last under Di Lingtian for such a long time.
Di Lingtian said this just because he deliberately wanted to disturb his mind so that he could launch a surprise attack while he was not paying attention.
"Failing badly will tell you what you didn't do well."
Di Lingtian reached into the void with his slender fingers, and a black spear was caught in his hand.
The tip of the spear is dark, like a bottomless darkness that can swallow up all light.
The spear has a slender body, and its whole body is covered with fine dragon scales.
Di Lingtian held the black spear in his hand as if he were holding a real dragon.
Without moving the spear, the pressure was already overwhelming, pressing down on Emperor Wuming's back.
"Good weapon!"
Di Wuming's eyes were bright. He always thought that Di Lingtian's natural weapon was only the blood-colored sword, but he didn't expect that he could condense such a powerful weapon!
Since this is the natal weapon that Di Lingtian condensed, he can also copy it without any difference.
Di Wuming stretched out his long arms and grabbed into the void, thinking that he could grab a black spear that was exactly the same as Di Lingtian's, but he didn't catch anything.
This... how is this possible!
Di Wuming was shocked and didn't understand why he couldn't copy the black spear.
When Di Lingtian was surprised, the black spear in Di Lingtian's hand drove into the Nine Heavens Thunder and stabbed directly at Di Wuming's face.
Di Wuming's whole body was locked with a black spear, sending chills down his spine. It was more fierce and sharp than any of Di Lingtian's previous moves.
In desperation, Emperor Wuming waved his long sleeve, and two golden full moons rose into the sky, illuminating the dark night sky.
The golden sword was waved, and the golden river poured down from the sky.
A large number of golden runes are flying like butterflies, weaving into a protective net.
Di Wuming tried to resist the power of the black spear with Di Lingtian's three strongest attacks, but he did not expect that these three strongest attacks were as fragile as paper against the black spear.
The black spear tore through the void and pierced Emperor Wuming's face.
No matter how he tried to dodge, he couldn't get rid of the black spear. Instead, the black spear got closer and closer to him.
Emperor Wuming suppressed the surprise and panic in his heart, and formed a defensive barrier with surging vitality and countless runes.
There was a crisp click, and the defensive barrier had just been formed when it was torn to pieces by the black spear.
"ah!"
Emperor Wuming couldn't avoid it. He twisted his body in desperation, and the black spear pierced his heart like a dragon.
(End of chapter)