Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 517 Both Defeat

Tang Shaolong fell to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, obviously he had suffered a serious injury.

His face was as pale as paper and his breath became extremely weak. It was obvious that the secret technique he used had reached its limit and he could no longer withstand Wei Tao's fierce attack.

"Oh no, Senior Brother Tang's secret technique time is up!"

Wu Ming cried out in his heart, "Oh no!" He widened his eyes and looked at Tang Shaolong lying on the ground in astonishment, and a feeling of despair surged in his heart.

"Hehehe, let's see how you can stop me now?"

Wei Tao let out a smug laugh, his eyes fixed on Wu Ming, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

As Wei Tao finished speaking, he swung his arm violently, and the Blood-Crying Whip turned around in an instant like an enraged poisonous snake, pouncing towards Wu Ming with its fangs and claws bared.

At the same time, two flaming birds suddenly appeared like ghosts, their bodies burning with flames. Accompanied by shrill bird calls, they rushed towards Wu Ming together with the Blood Whip.

In Wei Tao's eyes, since Tang Shaolong had been knocked to the ground by his one blow, he naturally didn't need to have any scruples anymore and could attack Wu Ming with all his strength.

Moreover, the hatred in Wei Tao's heart for Wu Ming in front of him had already erupted like a volcano.

A few years ago, Wu Ming, who was the garrison commander, teamed up with the three major families to ruin his plans and killed all his men. This was a big blow to him, and he couldn't even raise his head in front of his fellow disciples.

So he has always held a grudge against Wu Ming. Now that he finally has a chance to vent his anger, how could he let it go easily?

As Wei Tao attacked with all his strength, Wu Ming's two flying swords were instantly overturned, and then the blood-red whip and two firebirds rushed towards Wu Ming.

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly critical, Wu Ming knew that the protection of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower alone might not be able to withstand Wei Tao's full-strength attack, so he mobilized his magic power without hesitation and continuously injected all his true energy into the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower.

As Wu Ming cast the spell, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower emitted a dazzling light, and layer after layer of light shields spread out like ripples, wrapping him tightly.

However, Wu Ming did not feel at ease because he knew very well that Wei Tao was very powerful and this layer of light shield might not be able to completely resist the opponent's attack.

As expected, Wei Tao's attack was as fierce as a storm. The Blood-Crying Whip whistled in the air, making bursts of air-breaking sounds, and hit the light shield of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower fiercely.

At the same time, the two flaming birds came rushing like meteors, spewing out blazing flames from their mouths, and bombarded the light shield together with the Blood-Weeping Whip.

In an instant, the light shield of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower shook violently, as if it could shatter at any time.

Seeing this, Wu Ming's heart tightened and he made hand gestures a little faster. Shields appeared one after another, covering the light shield layer by layer, further strengthening the defense.

However, Wei Tao's strength was far superior to Wu Ming's after all, and his attack was as powerful as thunder and unstoppable.

Although Wu Ming had tried his best, the light shield of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower gradually collapsed under the repeated bombardment of the Blood-Crying Whip and the two Flamebirds.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the light shield finally couldn't bear the weight and shattered.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tower was also blown away by the huge impact force, drew an arc in the air, and fell into Wu Ming's arms.

Wu Ming hurriedly caught the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower and took a closer look. He saw several cracks on the tower, which showed that it had been severely damaged in the fierce battle just now.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart. This magic weapon that had accompanied him for many years had now suffered such severe damage, which really made him distressed.

But at the moment Wu Ming had no time to take care of these things. While he continued to mobilize his magic power to strengthen his own defense, he flashed and tried to avoid Wei Tao's subsequent attacks.

However, his wishful thinking failed.

It turned out that the speed and flexibility of the old man in green, Wei Tao, had been greatly improved after he was no longer restrained by Tang Shaolong.

He was seen commanding his magic weapon, the Blood-Crying Whip, to approach Wu Ming quickly like a ghost. The Blood-Crying Whip came again like a poisonous snake emerging from a hole, leaving Wu Ming with no escape.

In the end, the Blood-Weeping Whip, like a roaring fire dragon, lashed Wu Ming with the force of thunder.

The blow was so powerful that it seemed to tear his body apart.

At the same time, the two flaming birds rushed towards Wu Ming at the same time at an astonishing speed, like a pair of burning meteors.

The moment they touched Wu Ming's body, they suddenly exploded, and the raging flames instantly engulfed Wu Ming.

Wu Ming was directly knocked away by a series of fierce attacks from the old man in green clothes, Wei Tao. Like a kite with a broken string, he drew a long arc in the air and then fell heavily dozens of feet away.

When he landed, a pit several feet in radius was created on the ground, raising clouds of dust.

The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly due to the huge impact force, which showed how powerful this blow was, and Wu Ming's body lay motionless in the pit.

At this time, Wu Ming's whole body had been burned into a charcoal-black color. This was the terrible damage caused by the flames of the two firebirds.

His clothes had long been burned to ashes, revealing his charred skin, with wisps of green smoke rising from it.

Not only that, blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, and strands of bright red blood flowed down his chin, staining the ground beneath him red.

His breathing became extremely rapid, and every breath he took seemed like he was enduring great pain.

From an outsider's perspective, even if Wu Ming didn't die on the spot, he must have been seriously injured and in critical condition.

However, Wei Tao did not stop attacking because Wu Ming fell to the ground.

His eyes were fixed on Wu Ming, and the blood-weeping whip in his hand was dancing as quickly as a poisonous snake, rushing straight towards Wu Ming.

Wei Tao thought to himself that he must capture Wu Ming alive this time and vent the anger that he had caused him before.

At this moment, Wu Ming, who had fallen to the ground, couldn't help but sigh in his heart after seeing Wei Tao's actions.

He originally thought that Wei Tao would be careless because of his fall, so he could take the opportunity to give Wei Tao an unexpected counterattack and let him taste the feeling of being ambushed.

It’s a pity that Wei Tao was so vigilant that he didn’t give him this opportunity at all.

In fact, Wu Ming's injuries were not as serious as they seemed.

All this was just an illusion he deliberately created, with the purpose of making the old man in green have the illusion that he had lost the ability to resist and thus relax his vigilance against him.