Chapter 72

After watching Shang Ming leave the battlefield, You Wuming waved his hand and threw the orange Everlasting Fire into the pile of corpses below him.

Then, he swung his saber downward. Blood and flesh flew everywhere in the ambush area, and flames rose everywhere. It was a complete mess.

Han Shaoling stopped outside the ambush area and squinted.

It was too messy.

When he saw You Wuming's mount collapse, Han Shaoling knew that the Yin Moon Pavilion's people had made a move. In the next moment, the Nether Devil corpses on the battlefield exploded like blooming flowers. Sparks of fire appeared, as if there was a ferocious and violent energy stirring within them.

Han Shaoling knew this was the Yin Moon Pavilion's special explosive. It was very powerful. Once it exploded, You Wuming wouldn't be able to escape unscathed!

Thinking that Sang Yuanyuan was also in the center of the battle, Han Shaoling secretly clenched his teeth. The veins on the back of his hands bulged. His eyes showed determination. Forget it. She chose the wrong person. She couldn't blame others for her death.

Sang Yuanyuan also felt the energy fluctuations around her. Just as she was about to move, she suddenly felt You Wuming's body lean forward and stick close to her.

He covered one of her ears with his cheek and the other with his palm.

She felt a burst of scorching heat. Before she could react, she saw the flames around her exploding into the sky!

Even with You Wuming's body between them, she could hear the rumbling tremors.

He continued to wave his saber, sweeping away all kinds of strange things that splashed toward him. His pair of black eyes stared straight ahead, leading her through the chaos.

He lowered his eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly. His expression was extremely focused.

A strand of his black hair fell to the side of his lips. It reflected the faint light of the flames, making his face look unusually pale.

You Wuming's Everlasting Fire ignited the explosives prepared by the ambush.

Accompanied by a rain of blood, the explosion was very beautiful.

It was like fireworks.

It just sprinkled all over her body.

You Wuming didn't even try to hide.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that he was going to use the blood to create the illusion that he was injured.

When the fire gradually died down, he let go of her ear and clicked his tongue. "I washed you clean for nothing.

Little Sang Guo, go back and wash your hands again. This time, I will definitely satisfy you. I won't let you wait in vain. "

She stared blankly for a moment, then remembered the words she had purposely said to him outside the hall. She felt blood rush to her head, and her ears burned uncontrollably.

This was the true nature of a man!

No matter the time or the occasion, his mind was always thinking about that kind of thing!

"Aren't you afraid that Ou Zi is still down there?" She changed the topic decisively.

You Wuming lowered the green glow on the saber to seventy feet and said carelessly, "It's much easier to die."

He took a step to the side and suddenly limped.

Sang Yuanyuan jumped in fright and hastily lowered his head to take a look. He saw that his left leg was on fire. With a single glance, he knew that the fire had burned into his flesh. He dragged his left leg and staggered two steps forward.

She was slightly dazed and couldn't tell if it was real or fake.

She heard him laugh in her ear and say, "My leg is broken."

This tone was exactly the same as when he said, "You Wuming, your leg is broken."

She curiously sized up this Movie King.

Sure enough, there was no harm without comparison.

Compared to You Wuming, You Wuming's acting seemed very exaggerated and unnatural.

You Wuming arrogantly raised his chin with a cold smile on his lips, pretending that he didn't care about his broken leg at all.

Amazing.

If he had shown a weak appearance, Han Shaoling might have been suspicious.

But with his current appearance, no matter who saw it, they would definitely not be able to guess that he was faking it.

Sure enough, the best acting was returning to one's original self and acting as oneself.

The rain of blood fell to the ground and everything calmed down temporarily.

In the fire all over the ground, the corpses of the underworld demons mixed with the remains of many humans were burned and emitted a charred smell.

You Wuming held his saber and looked out of the fire circle with a sinister smile.

Han Shaoling stood on top of the strong cloud beast and held the halberd with one hand, his gaze cold.

He raised the halberd extremely slowly and pointed the tip at You Wuming.

You Wuming pulled his lips and smiled lightly. He raised his saber to eye level and with a shake of the green glow, he flew out another ten feet.

This was the limit of the seventh layer of the Spiritual Glory Realm.

Han Shaoling looked on coldly. Seeing that You Wuming was in a sorry state and that his left leg was still burning and had not even had time to extinguish the fire, Han Shaoling knew in his heart that You Wuming was an arrow at the end of its flight.

"You Wuming," Han Shaoling casually waved his hand and released a few rays of powerful white light, mercilessly strangling the underworld demons that attacked You Wuming and himself. Then he said loudly, "I am not killing you today for personal grudges, but for the bigger picture.

You can go in peace. I will take care of the people of You Zhou for you and will not let them suffer any more grievances. "

You Wuming laughed sinisterly. He raised his hand lazily from Sang Yuanyuan's shoulder and stretched out a slender finger to point at Han Shaoling. "This hypocrisy is exactly the same as the fake."

Naturally, Han Shaoling would not bicker with a person who was about to die. He smiled faintly and turned to Sang Yuanyuan. "Weak women should not be implicated.

Princess Sang, please retreat to the side. I will protect you. "

"Are you looking down on me?

Who needs your protection? "Sang Yuanyuan glanced at him.

Her nineteen ultimate man-eating flowers had been restless for a long time.

This wave of underworld demons was a ferocious demonic barrier in the eyes of others, but to her, it was nutritious food.

She could form a five-ring group and eat it all the way back. She could squat in whichever ring she wanted and be safe in every ring.

Han Shaoling was startled. He shook his head and smiled. "Princess Sang, I know you look down on Meng Wuyou. However, the way you say such words is exactly the same as how she usually does."

Sang Yuanyuan thought, 'Victory is in her hands and she is starting to suppress me.

What a boring trick. '

"Release your flowers as soon as the underworld demons come."

You Wuming instructed in a low voice, and then he swung out a ray of blade light with a flip of his hand, and it cleared up a large area of Nether Devils in the surroundings. He seized this moment to leave Sang Yuan on the spot, and then he stomped heavily on the ground, causing his body to flutter up like a large black butterfly, and he went straight for Han Shaoling!

Han Shaoling laughed loudly and waved his halberd to meet him.

Han Shaoling did not dare to be careless when facing You Wuming. Even if You Wuming seemed to be seriously injured at the moment, a trapped beast would still put up a desperate fight. The most ferocious counterattack before death was the most ferocious.

He did not suspect that You Wuming's injuries were fake at all. The fire on his left leg had obviously burned into his bones.

The assassins of the Yin Moon Pavilion were all wiped out. Not a single one was left alive. You Wuming could not have escaped unscathed.

Moreover, he had even left Sang Yuanyuan where she was. Who would believe that he was not an arrow at the end of its flight?

Although he was thinking this, Han Shaoling still used a secret technique that no one knew about.

All of a sudden, lightning crackled on the halberd. Purple lightning crawled all over the white spiritual light. In an instant, a lightning dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws leaped out from the halberd. The spiritual light around Han Shaoling flickered, and a storm rose from the ground!

"Thunder Dragon Rises from the Abyss!"

The metal spiritual energy turned into a hurricane and poured into Han Shaoling's body. The violent waves of spiritual energy kept pouring into the thunder dragon on the halberd. The thunder dragon roared at the sky, shaking people's minds and making their skin numb.

You Wuming was already halfway there.

It was too late to turn back now.

Han Shaoling exerted all his strength. His eyes locked on the ghostly figure in the air. He thrust the halberd in his hand forward. A frightening dragon came out of its lair, carrying the power of thousands of lightning bolts, and attacked You Wuming!

In the dazzling light of the lightning, You Wuming's face was cold and pale. The corners of his delicate lips suddenly curled up into a faint smile.

At this moment, the first thought that flashed through Han Shaoling's mind was — this guy was really born very well.

This time, when he saw You Wuming again, Han Shaoling clearly felt that some indescribable changes had taken place in his body. If this person was like a black swamp before, then now, he was more like a quiet deep pool of water.

You Wuming, who was not shrouded in gloominess, could easily take away the title of "Cloud Realm's Most Handsome Man".

A trace of indescribable emotion emerged in Han Shaoling's mind.

You Wuming's blade collided with the lightning dragon.

As Han Shaoling expected, the green light did not have the slightest bit of resistance, and was instantly turned into ashes.

Han Shaoling once again gathered all his strength, thrusting heavily at You Wuming — — the closer it was to this point, the more he could not relax.

He had to strike and kill the enemy in one strike, so that he would never be able to turn the tables!

At this moment, Han Shaoling, who was exerting all his strength, was also an arrow at the end of its flight.

In the lightning, there was suddenly an extremely light laugh.

It was cold to the bone.

A pair of fire wings suddenly spread out. You Wuming held the blade with both hands, raising it high above his head. Green flames ignited on the blade. That flame, when one looked at it, would make one's mind feel like it was being severely burned. It was as if there was no power in the world that dared to face it head on.

The surrounding air was burned to nothing, forming a temporary vacuum.

Under the pressure of this terrifying flame, the spiritual storm that Han Shaoling had gathered was instantly scattered into a violent current of air.

The fear in his eyes did not even have time to condense into a form.

You Wuming's heavy blade had already cleaved down cleanly!

The low 'heh' sound was hoarse and cold, full of power and arrogance.

The green flame touched the lightning dragon.

The white and golden spiritual energy that had condensed into lightning emitted an extremely ear-piercing sound. Immediately, the lightning dragon did not even have time to struggle before it was split into two!

The flame blade slashed down directly!

Golden spiritual energy had always been known for its toughness, but under this destructive green flame, it did not have the slightest bit of resistance. Wherever the black blade passed, there was no obstruction, and it broke through to the end!

Han Shaoling only had time to hold the long halberd in his hand horizontally, supporting the halberd with both hands, blocking the blade.

"Ding — — Ying — —"

"Ka — —"

The long halberd broke into two pieces without any surprise.

Han Shaoling's body sank heavily, and the war horse under him was crushed into a pool of blood by the huge vibrating force!

He knelt in the midst of the flesh and blood on the ground.

There was a sweet taste in his throat, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth.

When arranging this assassination, Han Shaoling had purposely moved the twenty thousand cavalrymen further away to trick You Wuming into letting down his guard, and at the same time to prevent You Wuming from blending into the crowd and escaping.

At this moment, the army under his command could not save him in time!

You Wuming landed on both feet, and first turned to look at Sang Yuanyuan. Seeing that she was unharmed, he lazily moved his fingers, and once again tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade.

The green flame had already sunk into the blade. At this moment, You Wuming, who was standing in front of Han Shaoling, looked ordinary and unremarkable.

Han Shaoling raised his head.

He supported himself on the ground with the broken halberd, and did not fall down.

"It's you … … You actually broke through!" Han Shaoling's expression was somewhat absent-minded. "What's above Spiritual Brilliance?"

You Wuming's black eyes slowly turned. "You don't need to know."

He lightly raised the blade in his hand, aimed it at Han Shaoling's neck, and swung it down without hesitation.

Han Shaoling closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

A defeat was a defeat.

Being defeated fair and square, and being killed, there was nothing unreconciled about it.

In this kind of battle, regardless of victory or defeat, one would only feel carefree.

If You Wuming had been the one to lose today, he, Han Shaoling, would have appreciated him, but definitely would not have shown him the slightest bit of mercy.

No one was destined to be the main character, and everyone could fail and become a stepping stone for others.

He felt the wind.

After the wind, there was an ice-cold blade hidden.

You Wuming's blade was the heaviest, the fastest, and the coldest.

After being beheaded by such a blade, one should not have had the chance to feel pain.

His body tensed slightly, and his whole body went numb.

A king of a generation was about to fall under the blade's edge!

Just as the wind blew Han Shaoling's messy hair, and the blade was about to cut through his flesh, a sudden clap of thunder fell from the sky, striking You Wuming's blade!

In that instant, no one had the time to react.

The black blade was blasted away by the force of heaven and earth, and barely left his hand. You Wuming spat out a mouthful of blood, and retreated three steps!

His pupils constricted, and he stabbed the black blade into the ground beneath his feet, both hands supporting the blade's hilt, and extended his flame wings to block the strike of thunder.

With a loud boom, a terrifying shockwave swept out in all directions, with You Wuming as the center. The Underworld Demon's corpse was crushed into pieces, and splashed in all directions.

This unforeseen event caught Sang Yuanyuan off guard, and before he could react, he saw a second clap of thunder fall, aiming directly at You Wuming!

Sang Yuanyuan was greatly shocked, and raised his head to look.

Above his head, a rainbow-colored thundercloud had unknowingly appeared, and this strange lightning came from the thundercloud.

Sang Yuanyuan sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Han Shaoling. Han Shaoling, who was also at the center of the lightning, was completely unharmed. At this moment, he had a stunned expression on his face as he stared blankly at You Wuming, who had been blasted away by the lightning.

This thunder was protecting Han Shaoling.

Two words that made Sang Yuanyuan's hair stand on end flashed through her mind — Heaven, Dao.

She did not hesitate, and ran toward the field!

The second clap of thunder fell on You Wuming's body.

His knees were crushed, and he bent heavily.

His flame wings ignited with an even more dazzling flame, resisting the Heavenly Tribulation.

He gasped for breath, and his bleeding hand clenched the hilt of his saber. On the black saber, the blue flame reignited.

The shock wave blasted out in all directions. Sang Yuanyuan, who was rushing toward the center of the field, felt a heavy blow to her chest. She swallowed the blood that rushed to her lips, and continued to pounce on You Wuming. At the same time, she raised both hands, and threw the man-eating flower, directly attacking Han Shaoling!

The third clap of thunder quickly condensed.

She raised her head to take a look, and found that the rainbow-colored thundercloud that had appeared in midair at some point in time had already dispersed.

This was the last clap of thunder!

You Wuming's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he held his saber horizontally to the sky.

The sun set in the west, and the golden afterglow sprinkled down, falling on You Wuming's face and saber. This touch from nature, at this moment, seemed incomparably mocking.

Heaven and Earth were not benevolent, and treated all things as straw dogs.

Being not benevolent was the most benevolent.

If there was favoritism, then how could it be called the Natural Dao!

You Wuming growled, and the blue flame on the saber's edge burned brightly!

His pair of dark eyes were filled with ruthlessness and determination.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and raised his saber to slash at Han Shaoling again!

He planned to ignore the falling thunder, and use his body to take this blow head-on. He wanted to cut down this so-called Son of Destiny with his saber!

Han Shaoling had already gathered some strength at this moment.

He supported himself with one hand, and his gaze was just as ruthless as You Wuming's.

He held the halberd with the halberd's head, and his arm was full of strength. As soon as You Wuming entered the attack range, he would borrow the power of the falling thunder to pierce through his heart!

Sang Yuanyuan's shout was drowned out by the thunder.

The third clap of thunder had arrived!

You Wuming's slender body was bathed in lightning as he leaped up, and the blue flame passed through the thunder and slashed down heavily!

At the same time, Han Shaoling, who was kneeling on one knee, raised the halberd in his hand, and without a care, stabbed at You Wuming!

"Puchi —"

"Whoosh —"

"Rumble —"

The thunder spread in all directions, and the strongest clap of thunder took away all the light between heaven and earth. Everything was snow-white, and for a moment, no one knew what had happened.

The huge man-eating flower bud scattered into countless fine light particles, and fell like fireworks at the end of the curtain.

Beside his ears was a sharp buzzing sound caused by temporary deafness.

His vision was restored.

Han Shaoling was the first to slowly lower his head and look at himself.

He saw his entire left shoulder, arm, and a small part of his sternum slide to the ground.

His chest was exposed to the air without any concealment. When the cold wind blew, it directly hurt the beating heart in his chest.

Just now, he only had time to tilt his head to avoid being hit. His arm and shoulder were cut off by the heavy saber, and his heart was almost cut off.

The sharp pain came in hindsight. He raised his numb eyes and looked in front of him.

He raised his right hand, holding the halberd in his hand, and pierced through a body.

Scalding blood flowed along the halberd to his hand. He looked at the winding stream of blood, and saw a woman's petite body pierced through by the halberd.

The halberd pierced Sang Yuanyuan.

She threw herself forward and used her body to block You Wuming's attack.

You Wuming was pushed to the side by her. After taking the lightning head-on, his appearance was also extremely tragic. Blood gushed out of his mouth, and he couldn't struggle for a moment.

Han Shaoling let go of his hand as if he'd been scalded.

He saw Sang Yuanyuan stagger two steps, and throw herself at You Wuming with the halberd.

Then, she laid softly in his arms.

"Sang, Sang …" Han Shaoling sucked in a breath of cold air. Ignoring the pain of his broken arm, he struggled to get up.

As soon as he moved, he felt the wind blow into his chest, and all his internal organs were in intense pain.

He'd been forced to take You Wuming's attack head-on, and he'd already been seriously injured.

And this bastard You Wuming actually wanted to take the lightning head-on in order to slash at him. Fortunately, there was the assistance of the divine lightning, which neutralized the strength and flames on the saber. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as losing one of his shoulders.

Han Shaoling trembled. He tore off his battle robe, and used his teeth to help, messily bandage his wound a few times. Then he fell to the ground, panting heavily as he stared at You Wuming.

At this moment, both sides had lost the ability to move. They only needed to wait for their own people to arrive, and then the situation would be stabilized.

"You Wuming, you're dead," Han Shaoling said as he spat out blood.

You Wuming looked a bit stunned.

It was as if he didn't understand what had happened at all.

He blankly caught Sang Yuanyuan, who was pouncing on him. His movements were mechanical, and he suppressed the violent trembling of his hands. He instinctively pulled out the broken halberd that had pierced through her chest, and then tore off the hem of his robe to bandage her wound. Then he hugged this small, soft, and constantly trembling body in front of him. He looked down at her in a daze, and his eyes didn't even blink.

"You, are you okay?" She looked up at him. As she spoke, blood gushed out of her mouth.

You Wuming squeezed out all his strength, tightened his arms around her, and shook his head.

"I won't die.

Little Sang Guo, will you die? "He quickly asked.

"I shouldn't." She spat out another mouthful of blood. "Watch over me. Don't let me sleep."

"Oh." You Wuming nodded in a daze.

She closed her eyes and smiled. "It's okay. I tested it. It's just like that."

"Mm," he said, "it's just like that."

The so-called 'Heavenly Law' was just like that.

The rumbling of hooves gradually approached.

The enemy was here!

But You Wuming couldn't even move his position.

"Han Shaoling's men."

You Wuming panted heavily, his teeth almost biting Sang Yuanyuan's ear. "Little Sang Guo, how about this? I'll give you my life and cultivation.

He won't kill you.

In the future, you have to live well. "

At this moment, what he was thinking had nothing to do with revenge.

"Do you want me to live a life worse than death?

You Wuming, do you hate me that much? "She pouted her blood-stained red lips and said angrily," Who was the one who said that he would take me with him when he died?

Men's words really can't be trusted. "

After saying a few more words, she felt her vision darken. In the darkness, specks of dark golden light flickered. His handsome face became blurry, leaving only a wavering outline.

Her numb wounds began to tingle, and a sharp buzzing sounded in her ears.

She felt a little cold.

"Sang Yuanyuan, don't sleep."

You Wuming's voice sounded very nervous.

She could even hear a trace of trembling in his voice.

She thought in a daze, so a person like him could also be afraid …

She tried her best to open her eyes and look in his direction, focusing her mind.

"Take me with you. Whether you die or live, take me with you." She used all her strength to hold onto his fingers.

Soon after, she softly lay on his body, panting softly.

You Wuming took a deep breath and placed his trembling fingers on her neck to check her pulse. When he found that her life was not in danger, he couldn't help but relax a little.

He looked around and found that the State of Korea's cavalry was quickly approaching. The vanguard was less than a hundred feet away!

He suffered three lightning strikes, and his body felt as if there were ten thousand lightning worms gnawing on it. He couldn't muster any strength.

Just now, he thought that Little Sang Guo was going to die, and his heart was completely focused on her, so he didn't feel any pain. Now that his mind was relaxed, he was suddenly in so much pain that he couldn't put on any other expression other than a sinister smile.

He hugged her tightly with one hand, and supported himself with his sword with the other, trying to stand up.

"Han … Shao … Ling …"

His red eyes looked several feet away, and saw that Han Shaoling was already struggling to get up. He wanted to pick up the broken arm that had fallen to the side — as long as he picked it up, there would be a way to put it back!

In another two or three breaths of time, Han Shaoling's heavy cavalry would crush this place, rescue their king, and kill You Wuming who couldn't move!

You Wuming stared fixedly at Han Shaoling's hand that was reaching for the broken arm, and his eyes were filled with blood-red flames of anger.

It had been too long since he felt like this, unable to do anything — he had already fought to this extent, but was he going to lose the last bit of victory?

"You, Wuming," Han Shaoling spat out blood and laughed, "You, lost, ah. After I, heal my hand, I, will, use this hand, to destroy … You Zhou!"

You Wuming didn't even have the strength to grind his teeth to pieces.

Just as Han Shaoling's hand trembled and grabbed the broken arm on the ground, he saw a black and red head suddenly emerge from the pile of corpses behind him. With a heavy kick of its hind hooves, it leaped past Han Shaoling like lightning, and snatched away the arm that he hadn't grasped properly!

The black and red lightning didn't stop for a moment. With Han Shaoling's left arm in its mouth, it swept in front of You Wuming. With a sudden turn of its body, it bent down, and almost used a 'shovel' position to get You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan onto its back.

Then, it spread out its four hooves, and like a bloody whirlwind, it swept through the waves of netherworld demons.

The unforeseen event caught Han Shaoling off guard. In the blink of an eye, his arm was gone, and You Wuming, who was about to die, was gone. The Little Sang Guo that he had grasped in his hand was also gone!

The black and red hairy lightning bolt flew into the distance.

"My lord!

You … "The cavalry had already arrived. When they saw that Han Shaoling had lost an arm, their leader's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He painfully knelt in front of Han Shaoling.

Han Shaoling took a deep breath, picked up his only arm, and waved it forward —

"Kill!"

The cavalry began to charge. The crossbowmen nocked their arrows, and rows of arrows rained down on the figure that was flying away like a swarm of locusts.

Under the rain of arrows, You Wuming had already adjusted his posture. With one hand holding the reins, he circled the soft Sang Yuanyuan in front of him. His other hand was slanted to protect her shoulder, chest, and abdomen.

Although Shorty was fast, he ran very steadily. There weren't any bumps.

"Why didn't you bite him to death!" You Wuming said weakly and disdainfully.

Short-life turned his furry head around and looked at him with disdain.

"Ao Wu." Shorty mumbled with Han Shaoling's arm in his mouth.

Sang Yuanyuan strangely understood the dog's words once again — Why would I want to die when you're not dead?

She couldn't help but think of the original plot. After You Wuming died in Tiandu, Shorty knew that he would die, but he still pounced on Kang Yanji. In the end, he was beaten into a sea of fire by Huangfu Jun.

A drop of sparkling and translucent tear streaked across Sang Yuanyuan's smiling lips and quietly flew away in the wind.

Although her body was in terrible pain and the crisis of life and death had not been resolved, at this moment, she strangely felt happy.

Everyone was still there.

Shorty dodged left and right to avoid the rain of arrows coming from behind.

Without You Wuming's help to shoot down those arrows, his movements were extremely awkward. He was almost shot several times.

You Wuming took a deep breath, his voice carrying a trace of coldness. "Where did I die?"

If he had been there just now, he would have dealt a fatal blow to Han Shaoling!

Where did I die?!