Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 141 The Death of Meng Haoran

With a single "whoosh" sound, the flying sword shot through the air like lightning. In an instant, it transformed from a single sword into dozens of unparalleled sword energies! These sword energies flashed with a dazzling blue light, carrying the momentum of a tidal wave, and slashed towards Wu Ming with the force of thunder!

This sword strike was unleashed by Meng Haoran with all his strength and exquisite swordsmanship. Its mighty momentum and power were truly astonishing! He knew that Wu Ming was the person that Senior Brother Liu hated so much, and it was precisely because of this that Liu Lei was cruelly expelled from the sect.

Despite Meng Haoran's immense strength as an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator, Wu Ming showed no fear. He followed suit with the Golden Light Sword, transforming into dozens of dazzling beams of light that whizzed towards Meng Haoran like a meteor chasing the moon.

In an instant, golden and blue sword lights intertwined and collided in the sky, reflecting each other's brilliance, illuminating the area within a radius of hundreds of meters with a dazzling array of colors! The surrounding cultivators and monsters were attracted by the fierce battle between the two, and their eyes were focused on it.

However, what everyone was paying attention to was not just the profound cultivation of the two men and the wide-ranging impact of the battle, but more of them were shocked by the scene - dozens or even a hundred golden and blue sword lights were fighting fiercely, such a spectacular sight was rare!

As Wu Ming and Meng Haoran engaged in a fierce battle, the other two opponents, showing no sign of weakness, unleashed their flying swords and charged towards Mei Lingshuang and the others. Like two nimble dragons, the two flying swords instantly split into several sharp beams of light, raining down upon Mei Lingshuang and the others.

Faced with such a ferocious attack, Mei Lingshuang and the other two didn't retreat a single step. They coordinated closely, echoing each other, and launched a counterattack with three against two. For a moment, the area was filled with a crisscrossing of sword energy, and a dazzling array of multicolored lights intertwined.

Meanwhile, the remaining three bystanders chose not to rush into the fray. Although they were still resentful of Wu Ming's theft of their treasure and longed to reclaim it, they were in no rush at this moment. Witnessing the fierce battle firsthand, they realized the seven men before them were no ordinary men. Forcibly seizing the treasure would likely result in a heavy price, perhaps even death.

After careful consideration, they decided to hold off for now, observing the situation and waiting for the right moment to strike. This would ensure their own safety and increase their chances of recovering the treasure. With that determined, the three quietly retreated a few steps, away from the center of the battlefield, silently awaiting the perfect opportunity to strike. They knew the ideal moment to strike was when both sides were exhausted and mutually damaged.

After a few moves, Wu Ming was secretly shocked: "So strong! This Meng Haoran is indeed not simple..." However, his face did not show any fear. After all, he was no pushover. Those few moves were just a test of his abilities. You know, Wu Ming's true strength is far greater than this!

In reality, defeating Meng Haoran wasn't a difficult task for Wu Ming. It was just that there were so many people on the field, and there were also many monsters watching closely, so it was difficult to use some powerful moves. Otherwise, if his true energy was exhausted, it would be difficult to recover in a short time, and he would be in great trouble.

At that moment, the Shanhe Inkstone, taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two, unnoticedly hovered above Meng Haoran's head. Meng Haoran was now concentrating on controlling his flying sword, on the verge of suppressing Wu Ming's. However, at this critical moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart. Almost instinctively, Meng Haoran jerked his body to the side, trying to avoid the sudden danger.

But as soon as he moved, he immediately realized something was wrong—the air around him seemed to become unusually thick, as if something was holding him back, making his movements incredibly slow. It felt like being stuck in a quagmire; no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, and his speed was greatly reduced.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that there was an extremely huge inkstone above his head, pressing down on him! Fortunately, the protective magic weapon he was wearing had been protecting him, so he was not too worried about this sudden change.

Seeing that the Shanhe Inkstone had successfully slowed Meng Haoran, Wu Ming secretly rejoiced, "The opportunity has finally arrived!" He then continuously threw talismans from his hand, which exploded above Meng Haoran's shield. Although they couldn't completely break Meng Haoran's shield, they did successfully distract him, preventing him from fully focusing on controlling the flying sword above.

Wu Ming continuously injected his true essence into the Golden Light Sword, making it increasingly powerful, gradually suppressing the opponent's flying sword. Seeing his flying sword at a disadvantage, Meng Haoran became extremely anxious and quickly focused on increasing his attack. However, at this moment, Wu Ming suddenly threw out another talisman. Meng Haoran, completely focused on his flying sword, didn't pay much attention to the talisman flying towards him, thinking it was just an ordinary first-level talisman like the previous one, which would only cause him some minor disturbance at most.

But what Meng Haoran never expected was that Wu Ming's talisman wasn't a first-order talisman, but a second-order one—the Firebird Talisman! A giant firebird swooped down at the nearby shield at astonishing speed. The shield only lasted three breaths before silently shattering.

By the time Meng Haoran realized what was happening, it was too late. He had hastily cast three layers of shields on himself, hoping to block the Fire Bird Talisman's attack. Unfortunately, while these shields weakened the Fire Bird Talisman's power, they couldn't completely block it. After the Fire Bird Talisman broke through the three layers of shields, the remaining energy still bombarded Meng Haoran heavily, severely injuring him.

At that moment, the Shanhe Inkstone, like a ferocious beast, swooped down the mountainside, mercilessly smashing into Meng Haoran without mercy. With a resounding thud, Meng Haoran was reduced to a horrific mess. However, the battle hadn't even begun for a moment! The other two, along with Mei Lingshuang and the others, were already engaged in a fierce battle, completely unaware that Meng Haoran, their strongest among them, would be defeated so easily, so completely, even losing his life. Seeing Meng Haoran's tragic death, a wave of emotion washed over the two men, slowing their movements. But how could Mei Lingshuang, Zhao Xiaohai, and Hou Tiancheng miss such a golden opportunity? Their sharp eyes instantly detected their opponents' weaknesses and unleashed a fierce attack. One of the enemies, unable to dodge, joined Meng Haoran in a tragic death.