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Wuming roared, turned over, drew the rough bow in his hand, and shot three arrows in succession.
But he grew up in the underground world. In that world, there were not as many and lush forests as there were on the ground.
He was not used to fighting in the mountains and forests at all, even though he had experienced countless fights since he was a child. This mountain forest was not the luminous vegetation forest in the underground world that he was familiar with. The vegetation in the underground world is sparse, while the vegetation in the surface world is too dense.
The three arrows he shot were all stuck in the thick tree trunks, or were absorbed by the layers of vines. The arrow was swallowed up by the deep forest without even seeing the shadow of Yin Xuege.
The arrow aimed at his neck was avoided by him turning his head.
The arrow that was shot at his waist caused him to twist his waist, and the arrow slid past his soft ribs, leaving a blood mark on the soft ribs.
Wuming didn't even notice the arrow that hit his ankle.
In the underground world, the principle of fighting for one's life is to attack the opponent's fatal vital points as much as possible. No one will waste energy attacking the opponent's unimportant positions. The heart, neck, vital visceral areas and spine are the focus of attack.
Only the creatures in the ground world know that attacks on some seemingly inconspicuous parts can have terrible effects under certain circumstances.
The arrow accurately hit Wuming's ankle bone, and Wuming looked down in panic.
The well-made rune arrows burst out with powerful lethality, and a piece of jade-colored glaze shone on Wuming's ankle bones. The arrows easily pierced through his skin and muscles, but stopped on the jade-colored translucent ankle bones. Down.
A pattern on the arrow lit up, and the surrounding fire-attributed heaven and earth energy surged in.
There was a loud noise, the arrow exploded, Wuming screamed in pain, the flesh and blood near the ankle was blown away, and a full foot of muscle was blown away. The strength of the indestructible pure glazed body was once again displayed. There was only a large black patch on his ankle bones, but there were no cracks at all.
But with such a severe injury, Wuming's running speed still slowed down even if his bones were not damaged.
Originally he could jump more than ten feet in one bounce, but now he can jump up to two or three feet in one step.
"Damn it, you bastards!"
Wuming roared in pain, and he shot out all the long arrows in his waist in one breath.
The arrows shot through the air, and the muffled sound of "dong dong" was heard endlessly. The surrounding giant trees shook violently. Every arrow shot on the tree trunk was like a battering ram hitting the tree trunk.
There were only about twenty arrows in a pot, and Wuming didn't have any storage instruments on his body. With his shooting skills, a pot of arrows could be wiped clean in just one breath.
Putting aside the strong bow in his hand, Wuming covered the golden alms bowl on his chest with both hands, spread his legs and staggered forward to run at full speed.
His ankle bones were completely black, and there was still blood slipping down at first, but the Indestructible Purity Glazed Body is the secret body-refining skill of Buddhism after all. His injured muscles and blood vessels sealed the wounds on their own, and after a while, no more blood slipped out.
Thin jade-colored flesh strands spread out from the damaged wound and quickly covered it.
Wuming's belly roared like thunder, and his body was rapidly consuming the stored nutrients and energy, rapidly growing new muscles, blood vessels, and nerves.
Give him enough time and he might be able to recover.
With a loud roar, Yin Xuege flew out of the mountain forest.
The direction in which the nameless arrow was fired just now was clearly completely opposite to the direction in which Yin Xuege had thrown it, not in the same direction at all.
In the mountains and forests, Wuming was completely at a disadvantage. Yin Xuuge ran silently, and his movements were extremely light. Wuming could only judge where Yin Xuuge was based on the direction of the arrow, but when he shot the arrow, Yin Xuuge had already gone to another direction.
Taking advantage of Wuming's staggering running, Yin Xuege, who had also run out of arrows, swooped out, swung his hands, and fired a dozen heavy flying knives through the air.
"You are no match for me, get out of here!"
The flying knives shot through the air, causing a harsh whistle. Wuming, however, accurately judged Yin Xuuge's strength from Yin Xuuge's throwing knives.
Yin Xuuge's physical strength is at most comparable to Wuming's 10%.
Facing Yin Xuege, Wuming had an overwhelming advantage in strength. Looking at the flying knives, Yin Xuuge used his physical strength to throw the flying knives. Although the power of the flying knives was greater than the arrows, the speed of the flying knives was more than twice as slow as the arrows shot by the Thunder Bow.
Shooting with both hands, Wuming accurately grasped the trajectory of the flying knife.
There was a loud bang, and more than a dozen flying knives were knocked away by the nameless fleshy palm. The heavy flying knife whirled and flew around, quickly disappearing into the mountain forest, cutting off countless branches and leaves, and cutting off a large number of mountain vines and vegetation.
But Yin Xuege roared loudly, and Wuming only noticed his flying knife.
The ten fingers of both hands were pointed out quickly, and the poisonous gas of wolfsbane vine and curare wood absorbed in the body condensed into a dark wind that was invisible to the naked eye. Every flying knife he threw was attached to a poisonous wind finger.
Wuming's body trembled, and all the finger wind hit his body. The gentle finger wind seeped into the sand like mercury, and submerged lightly into Wuming's body. In the head-on confrontation with many disciples of the Lu Sect, Wuming's body also suffered extremely heavy injuries. Now his indestructible pure glazed body can no longer stop the spread of poisonous gas.
Wuming's body shook, and his face suddenly turned blue and purple. He was trembling slightly, and his figure suddenly stopped.
Yin Xuuge rushed to Wuming's side with a gloomy face. He felt a terrible pressure faintly coming from high in the sky, covering the entire mountain forest. This is definitely some terrifying existence from the Vinaya Sect, using some unknown means to monitor the movements of this mountain forest.
He can only fight for his life with Wuming, he must fight for his life with Wuming.
Yin Feng Palm unfolded, and Luan Feng Bu led his body to light and flicker like a ghost. Wuming, who was standing on the spot, was immediately slapped dozens of times by Yin Xue Ge.
There was a dull sound like thunder, and Yin Xuuge suddenly let out a strange cry, and his body swayed backwards and continued to fall backwards.
The force of his palm hit Wuming's body, just like a flesh palm hitting a steel ingot. Although he was severely injured, Wuming's body was still extremely strong. Yin Xuege's attack fell on him like a wave hitting a rock.
Yin Xuuge's palms quickly became red and swollen, and then turned into a weird purple color. The skin is swollen and slightly translucent.
Wuming stood there, his animal skin clothes were smashed to pieces by Yin Xuege. He held the golden alms bowl with one hand and glared at Yin Xuege.
"Man on the ground, you can't be my opponent. Even if I stand here, you can't... "
Wuming's words came to an abrupt end. Yin Xuuge moved the five fingers of his left hand continuously, and dozens of fingers were like lightning, accurately hitting his body.
The handleless short knife brought out a stream of cyan light, like a comet trail passing over the surface of the setting sun in the sky. The short knife cut into Wuming's chest and came out from behind him.
"My fleshy palm can't break your body, so what about my magic weapon?"
Yin Xuege laughed loudly, and the short knife passed through Wuming's body, bringing up a blood arrow several feet long.
Blood sprayed out, and Wuming groaned and fell backwards. The Indestructible Pure Glazed Body is certainly very powerful, but in the face of a full blow from a mid-grade magic weapon, his body exerted a strong defense, but after being severely injured, his body could no longer withstand the attack of the magic weapon.
"You are already dead."
Yin Xuege smiled. He recalled the dagger with his backhand, rushed forward, and grabbed the golden alms bowl tightly held in Wuming's hand.
Wuming's hand shrank, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Yin Xuuge originally wanted to grab the golden alms bowl, but Wuming's hand shrank and he fell to the ground, so he could only grab a lotus flower and forcefully pull it off. The nine lotus seeds in the lotus sway gently, and a refreshing fragrance hits your face.
On the stems of the lotus, a few drops of clear water blended into Yin Xuege's body, and a cool breath traveled throughout his body. Yin Xuege felt a burst of pleasure throughout his body. The Buddhist treasure truly possesses extraordinary power.
"This is my opportunity. If you take it, you will be the enemy."
Feeling the immense power of the unparalleled, pure and unusually pure plant attributes contained in the lotus flower, Yin Xuege's eyes widened, with faint bloodshot eyes.
Born in the world of Yuanlu, I was frightened at every step, cautious at every step, and always on guard, as there was a danger of destruction at any time.
Yin Xuege urgently needed a genius with plant attributes to lay the foundation for himself, to forge a strong foundation and lay the foundation for his future development.
Wuming is innocent, and he is the inheritor of Buddhism. In a sense, the relationship between him and Yin Xuege is even a natural ally.
However, even if they were natural allies, they would not tolerate it if Yin Xuege was robbed of his opportunity.
"Remember my name, I'm Yin Xuege!"
The short knife came out again, and the green stream of light quickly struck Wuming's neck.
Originally, with one strike, he could chop Wuming's neck and kill Wuming completely. But Yin Xuuge's heart softened at that time, and he did not kill Wu Ming. Instead, he just stabbed his chest with a short knife, and with a twist of the knife, he avoided his heart in the chest.
But this time, Yin Xuuge didn't hold anything back.
In order to purify the lotus, it is inevitable to sacrifice Wuming.
High in the sky, a deep, powerful voice containing infinite majesty suddenly sounded.
"Boy, dodge to the right."
Yin Xuuge jumped to the right without thinking, and with a loud clang, a jade-colored horn flew away Yin Xuuge's short knife, and at the same time, a powerful hoof kicked his shoulder hard.
The power of this hoof was extremely heavy, and Yin Xuege clearly heard the loud cracking sound coming from his shoulder.
He grunted, and his huge body was kicked dozens of feet away. Squirting blood, he was kicked and flew into the forest behind him.
"Why should I save this vicious boy?"
"Well, he is a descendant of Buddhism. He is a descendant of those damn bald men."
"As for me, who gave me the bloodline of Tingting? And Tingting cannot leave the Buddhist bald man."
"A qualified listener must always have a bald man standing next to him."
The Jade Horn Di Ting Beast ran out of the forest like a stroke. He bit Wuming's belt, threw him on his back, and then quickly escaped into the forest.
High in the sky, a bright light flashed past.
(End of chapter)