However, Song Ming's previous strategy was to quickly kill Wu Ling, and he used the Asura Palm instead of the Asura Sword.
As a result, he did not use the Shura Sword when his aura was at its peak, so when he used it when his aura was frustrated, his power would naturally not be able to reach the highest level.
The aura seemed fierce, but Wu Ling still strolled in a leisurely court. He walked his feathers and walks on the left and right, completely turning a blind eye to Song Ming's Shura knife.
Song Ming felt like he was swinging his sword to cut off the water, every sword was full of strength. But it was all useless, no matter how powerful his sword might be, he couldn't stop the gurgling trend of flowing water.
He really had some doubts, did Wu Ling really just entered the first layer of Yi Sui? His footwork doesn't look weird or strange, but it's such a swaying posture that makes every cut of his completely empty.
It seemed that this was a drill that the two had agreed on a long time ago, rather than a fight for the lives of real swords and guns.
Powerlessness!
Feeling pale!
Song Ming's biggest feeling at the moment was a wave of powerlessness.
He is very confident. As long as the opponent takes a wrong step, letting his blade hit, even if it just wipes the edge, he can definitely be seriously injured and awarded the first blow.
However, he slashed hundreds of knives while counting his breaths, but he couldn't get a step away from the opponent.
All the footwork seems to be arranged in advance, every step is so calm, calmly makes him almost crazy!
Perhaps, only to practice this footwork from the mother's womb, it is impossible to achieve such a skillful level.
But Song Ming asked him to find the flaw in this footwork, but he couldn't find it anyway.
Now, Song Ming is biting his head and riding a tiger. At this point, if Song Ming withdraws from the battle circle, his momentum will decline, and the opponent's counterattack will come, it will definitely not be easy to hold.
If you don't resist, you have to carry it! Can only bite the bullet and hold on. It depends on how long this kid consumes energy!
Song Ming made a ruthless shot and whistling twice. The sword's momentum changed a bit more quickly.
Wu Ling was still unhurried, giving the impression that he was simply walking instead of fighting Song Ming.
Seeing this moment, Li Renyong and his son couldn't help admiring Wu Ling's patience. For a strong man who has just entered the realm of Yi Marrow, it is really not easy to be so calm. You know, people who have just entered the realm of Yimie are very confident about themselves, and their will to fight is very strong. To adopt such a single-minded defensive, non-strong self-discipline would never be possible.
Moreover, he is very familiar with Wu Ling's personality, that is, to be vigorous and resolute. It is not common to take a defensive posture like today.
Wu Ling's personality has always been fierce, definitely not the kind of personality that sticks to the end. There is a very firm attachment deep in his heart, a kind of aggressiveness that will definitely burst out at a certain stage.
"Wu Ling, there must be a later move. His body style and the amount of qi reserves all seem to have stayed in the Yisui realm for a long time. So old, how can he lack attack skills? Now Song Ming's aura is not yet Exhaustion can indeed be grind again. When Song Ming’s aura begins to go downhill, it’s not empty talk to kill Song Ming in one fell swoop."
Yue Guli's strength is the highest. Seeing Weizhi, after taking a step, she can already infer many of the next steps. She could also see that Song Ming's sword skills were indeed extraordinary.
Fortunately, Wuling's footwork seemed to be a natural nemesis, and he totally ignored Song Ming's.
No matter how Song Ming changes, he always responds to all changes with the same.
"That way I can rest assured. Perhaps, after this battle, Wu Ling really became famous in the world. At that time, I can return to Dengxianmen to practice with peace of mind." Yue Guli didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and thought silently. .
"Song Ming!" Wu Ling suddenly heard the voice in the field.
Xie Yuyan and others are all overjoyed, they can hear it. Wu Ling's tone is still very calm, which at least shows that he can handle it, and the situation is not bad!
"I said, if you only have this ability, then next year today will be your day of sacrifice!"
Wu Ling's voice fell, and his momentum suddenly urged, and the whole body suddenly filled with Qi, and he leaned toward Song Ming.
The fight for momentum is a must-see field for the strong to fight.
This momentum is urged, as if two tigers meet. It must be the more brave one moving forward, while the relatively weaker side retreating!
Wu Ling's mantra spit out, with a powerful qi. Penetrating from the mist layer, Lian Yue Gu Li and Li Renyong were slightly irritated. Those with lower strength are all even more sour-faced, they just feel unspeakable boredom in their chests, and they are almost vomiting!
Song Ming was drunk by this mantra, and his mind was unable to be unaffected after all, and his sword technique stagnated.
Wu Ling saw it earnestly, and took a step, pointing his left middle finger forward.
A red glow was like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time, rushing out of the prison, gushing out, and rushing directly to Song Ming with an indomitable momentum!
Wudang anger thunder finger, all invincible!
Song Ming didn't see any weapons in Wu Ling's hands. However, he felt stern fingers coming directly. Feeling flustered, he had to use the Shura knife to swing a block.
when!
Crisp metal crashing sound!
How could Wu Ling allow him to dodge, arching left and right, with an angry thunder finger in his left hand, and a thunderous wave with his right hand rushing into the palm of thunder.
Suddenly, the anger was vertical and horizontal, letting Song Ming sway from the left to the right!
However, once the momentum is lost, it is only a matter of time before the defeat is in the battle of the Yishui realm.
But Wu Ling is well versed in the art of military strategists. Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.
After Song and Ming's three-handed axe, his aura has reached the point of "declining again and exhausting three times", and Wu Ling, who has just launched an attack, belongs to the stage of rushing.
This stage is the most vigorous stage.
Only by killing Song Ming in one effort at this stage can the battle be established. Otherwise, the two have to enter a new round of tug-of-war.
At this moment, Wu Ling and Song Mingyou have fully grasped the initiative, how can they be willing to lengthen the battle indefinitely
With a loud roar, Wudang Qingxiao's techniques are spurred by his gang energy, with the angry thunder fingers at hand, and the thunderous palm rushing through the thunderous waves, the power is even more powerful!
Three rounds of angry thunder fingers shot out, and Song Ming snorted, his left shoulder was already shot by the right hand. The whole arm was immediately removed as if being cut by a sharp blade!
As soon as the arm was removed, blood spurted out. Logically speaking, the body of Yisui is strong and unmatched, and ordinary swords will not leave any traces when they are cut up. However, Wuling's angry thunder finger is a weapon that is sharper than a sword. When Song Ming's arms were removed, his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.