northernbook Chapter 248 Old acquaintance
Chapter 248 Old acquaintance
With a loud clang, the spear was deflected off its trajectory, and the masked spearman staggered backward. The aftershocks of the sword energy swept towards the masked whipman like a whirlwind, forcing him to retract his whip in defense.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Ming turned around, his sword strikes flowing continuously, unleashing the second move of the three formation-breaking techniques, "Returning Wind".
This sword light swept around like a whirlwind, forcing the masked man with two swords to retreat. The blades collided with the sword energy, sparks flying everywhere.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the masked giant shield man rushed forward and slammed his shield down, trying to suppress Mo Ming's movements.
However, Mo Ming sneered and his sword aura suddenly changed. The third move, "Severing the Mountain," was unleashed with a thunderous slash. The sword energy cleaved down like a collapsing mountain, and the masked man with the giant shield was knocked back several steps along with his shield, leaving a deep crack on the shield's surface.
Seeing Mo Ming's strength, the five masked men immediately launched a joint attack.
The masked man with the battle axe roared and swung his giant axe down from the front, the blade carrying a thick black mist that seemed to tear the air apart.
At the same time, the other four attacked from different directions simultaneously. The spear thrust towards Mo Ming's back, the whip coiled around his legs like a venomous snake, and the masked man with the double swords and the masked man with the giant shield attacked from the left and right.
A cold glint flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, and he uttered a low shout, "Surprising Flame!"
The bronze demon-suppressing sword was instantly engulfed in raging flames, the firelight reflecting off the surrounding mist.
He suddenly swung his sword, and the fiery sword energy roared out like an angry dragon, meeting the attack of the masked man with the battle axe head-on.
Flames collided with black mist, creating a deafening explosion. The masked man with the battle axe was struck by the fiery sword energy, screaming as he flew backward, his ghostly energy completely burned away.
Mo Ming seized the opportunity to turn around, and his sword light, carrying scorching flames, swept out, severing the long whip in two. The masked man with the long whip retreated in terror, but was struck by the aftershock of the sword energy and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
The masked man with twin swords attempted a sneak attack, but was forced back by Mo Ming's counter-attack with a sword strike. The residual force of the fiery sword energy left a deep wound on his chest.
The remaining three masked men were already showing signs of fear, but Mo Ming didn't give them a chance to catch their breath.
He leaped high into the air, the bronze demon-suppressing sword drawing a blazing arc of flames in the air, the firelight as dazzling as the sun.
He roared, "Three Formations to Break the Formation, Mountain Severing!" Sword energy mixed with flames descended from the sky. The masked man with the giant shield tried to block it with his shield, but the fiery sword energy directly cleaved the shield in two, knocking him to the ground.
Through daily study and practice, Mo Ming has been able to integrate the fiery sword energy into the Three Formations of Breaking the Formation. This not only greatly enhances the power of the Three Formations of Breaking the Formation, but also deepens his application of spiritual power.
Seeing this, the spear-wielding masked man and the double-sword masked man turned to flee, but Mo Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure flashing past like a ghost, and the fiery sword energy swept across the back of the spear-wielding masked man, completely incinerating him.
Finally, the masked man with twin swords desperately swung his swords, but Mo Ming pierced his chest with a single sword, and flames instantly engulfed his body.
The battle ended, and the five masked men were reduced to ashes, leaving behind several broken weapons on the ground.
Mo Ming stood in the center of the battlefield. The flames on the bronze demon-suppressing sword gradually died down, and the sword returned to its original appearance.
Mo Ming casually collected all the weapons that the masked man had scattered on the ground into his spatial ring.
However, before Mo Ming could even catch his breath, a chill swept over him again.
A figure held a blood-red spear, the tip of which gleamed with a chilling light.
His movements were lightning fast. He spotted Mo Ming's weakness and approached silently. His spear thrust out with incredible speed, aiming straight for Mo Ming's vitals!
Mo Ming sensed the killing intent and instinctively dodged to the side. His reaction was fast enough, but Vista's speed was even beyond the range of ordinary eyes; a cold glint flashed by like a venomous snake.
"puff!"
The spear pierced Mo Ming's shoulder without mercy! The powerful force sent Mo Ming flying, his body tumbling through the air several times before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Hmph, things are not looking good!"
Mo Ming's heart skipped a beat. He endured the sharp pain in his shoulder and grabbed the bronze demon-suppressing sword that was pressed against his waist with his right hand.
Although he was sent flying by the heavy blow, he managed to stabilize himself the moment he hit the ground. With a flick of his wrist, a layer of blazing red flame suddenly ignited on the bronze sword blade!
"drink!"
Mo Ming let out a low roar, stomped his toes on the ground, and rolled over. As the movement was completed, fiery sword energy slashed out from the bronze sword in a crescent shape, rushing straight towards the sneak attacker who was closing in!
The man approached with a cold laugh, "Hmph, you think this little flame can stop me..."
Before he could finish speaking, the fiery sword energy rushed towards him like a raging wave of fire. Vista's expression changed slightly, and he quickly swept his spear, piercing the center of the flames, but he was still forced back several steps by the residual force.
After a brief exchange, the two faced off from a distance, their killing intent filling the air.
“Vista! You’re not dead yet!” Mo Ming said coldly, blood dripping from his shoulder onto the ground along with the bronze sword. The scorching flames enveloping the blade made it appear exceptionally intense.
Bista licked his lips, a hint of hatred flashing in his eyes. "Hahahaha! If I don't kill you to avenge myself, how can I face my people in the afterlife?"
"Revenge?" Mo Ming sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "A rat that only dares to hide in the shadows dares to talk so presumptuously about revenge."
When I was at the Deep Blue level, you were at the Crimson Purple level. Now that I'm at the Crimson Purple level, you're still at the Crimson Purple level. You think you can boss me around like this, you insignificant monkey?
"Arrogant fool! Die!" Vista roared, his forehead veins bulging. He raised his spear, and in a flash, he transformed into a blur as he charged towards Mo Ming!
"Just in time!"
Mo Ming showed no fear. The bronze sword suddenly appeared in mid-air, flames bursting forth as he met the attack head-on with a move called "Mountain Severing"!
The sword energy was like a mountain collapsing, and the flames were like raging waves. Almost the instant he charged in, he was struck by the immense sword force and staggered back. Gritting his teeth, he wielded his spear, creating hundreds of spear shadows to protect himself, and launched another attack.
"Splitter the Sky!" Mo Ming roared, wielding his sword with both hands and slashing fiercely. The fiery sword energy cleaved through the layers of gun shadows surrounding Vista with a fierce hissing sound as it pierced the air.
"boom!"
Vista was forced back by the sword energy once again, and the armor on his chest was slightly dented by the scorching heat.
His movements became increasingly frantic and chaotic, but every thrust and sweep was inexplicably neutralized by a risky move.
Flames filled the sky, and sword shadows surged like a tide.
Vista was forced to retreat steadily. A hint of fear and anger flickered across his face, but he knew clearly that the gap in power between him and Mo Ming was widening rapidly!
"what!"
Vista roared and swung his spear, but was knocked out of his hand by Mo Ming's swift "Raging Tide" attack, which spun across the ground and fell into the distance.
Mo Ming sneered, flames blazing on the longsword in his hand. He slowly raised the sword and pointed it at Vista. "Use whatever tricks you have left, or you'll be the one falling in the next second."
Vista was panting heavily, his arms trembling violently. He gritted his teeth, a sudden glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He abruptly turned and stepped back, shouting behind him, "Devil Cry, aren't you going to make a move?"
The air suddenly turned cold, and a sinister aura emanated from afar...