Overgod Ascension

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"Well! You don't have to wait to report, I will go in by myself..."

From the perspective of passers-by on the long street, Wu Ming greeted the two gatekeepers, and immediately entered the house without hindrance.

"who?"

However, once entering the main entrance, the environment inside is quite different.

It is exaggerated to say that there are three steps, one post, and five steps, one sentry, but there are dozens of people patrolling back and forth. Wu Ming, who has not been passed through, was discovered immediately when he entered.

Five sullen men in black tights and lake green belts surrounded him with sharp knives.

After all, the Black Tiger Club is a Jianghu organization. Naturally, it has raised a group of professional thugs, or called inner disciples. They concentrate on polishing their martial arts every day, and they become fleshy every day.

Unfortunately, in front of Wu Ming, it was still not enough to look at.

"It's just right... relax your muscles and bones!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, moved the toe of his right foot, and rushed forward like a leopard.

chi chi!

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers were like hooks, his nails popped out, and with a sharp airflow, he slashed across a man's throat in an instant.

"Gulu!"

The man clutched his neck, blood sprang from his mouth, and just fell down.

"Even if they are at the same level, their combat power is vastly different..."

Seeing this, Wu Ming secretly sighed in his heart. In terms of martial arts alone, he is only a sixth-level innate talent in the physical realm.

According to the luck he saw, the internal luck of ordinary people, and even warriors with several levels of mortal body cultivation, is mostly black!

In his understanding, this black color means ants. They cannot control their own destiny and can only follow the trend. Once it is affected, they have no power to resist. The only way is to live and die passively.

"The sorrow of the weak..."

Wu Ming sighed, only at the second level can he be able to slightly control his own destiny, but only with a little bit of strength to struggle, how difficult is it to truly detach himself?

Many thoughts turned in my heart, but my right hand quickly grabbed out, copied the sharp knife that fell in mid-air into my hand, and swiped it casually!

Bark!

The snow-white knife light flashed, bloody, and the two besieging Heihutang elites screamed, and their right wrists fell to the ground.

In such a tragic scene, these people are just gangsters, not the army prohibited by the order, the remaining two were immediately frightened, shouted, threw away the steel knife, and quickly hid in the back hall.

Wu Ming stepped forward with a cold face.

Occasionally, someone who dared to pounce on him immediately waved his wrist. Since he reached the sixth level of physical body, the innate realm, no matter his strength or speed, he was not comparable to these ordinary minions, and blood splashed immediately!

I don't know how many people were killed along the way, and went to the backyard.

In the backyard, there is a rockery, and there is a green pond beside it, surrounded by flowers in bud, quite a bit of a meandering scene.

At this time, a man dressed as a housekeeper came out surrounded by a dozen people, and said, "Where are your friends on the road? Dare to come to our Black Tiger Club to act wild?"

"Neither way..."

Wu Ming heard this, but he couldn't help but laugh. He saw that the steel knives in the hands of these dozen people had thick backs and narrow fronts. Standard, ordinary people just have this, it is a serious crime of ransacking their homes and killing their heads.

"Hey! Collecting murder weapons, with unpredictable intentions, violated the law! I will kill you on behalf of the government today!"

Wu Ming drank loudly.

The dozen or so people on the opposite side looked at each other, not knowing where Wu Ming came from.

"The person here is powerful, I am afraid he is a congenital master, go and call the uncle and the second master!"

The man who looked like a butler was heartbroken, knowing that the sallow-faced swordsman opposite him was not kind, so he immediately gave instructions to the person behind him.

"No need! There is such a big movement, what else do you need to report?"

The two fighters jumped out, and when they saw Wu Ming, their faces were full of ferocity. The first person said, "A certain King Kong Song Ye, who are you? Tell me your name!"

"No name, no surname, just entrusted by others to take your life!"

Wu Ming chuckled, the shining saber light fell in an instant, whimpering, like a ghost crying, and the saber energy was like a forest, encircling the Great Vajra.

Although he hadn't practiced the saber technique carefully, he had the thick and ruthless essence of it. After a few moves, King Kong's forehead was covered with sweat, two bloodstains appeared on his body, and he looked embarrassed.

"Brother, let me help you!"

Seeing this scene, the two King Kong next to him couldn't bear it immediately, and rushed forward with a loud cry.

"A pair of two? Not bad!"

Wu Ming was overjoyed.

A mere King Kong Song Ye, even if he is also an innate warrior, can't give him pressure. Now add another two King Kong, who is also innate, but it's just right.

While the sword light was flickering, the surrounding Black Tiger Society disciples opened their mouths in surprise.

The man who looked like a butler was dripping with cold sweat: "Where did this sallow-faced swordsman come from? Among the young knights who have risen in Nanfeng County, I am afraid that none of them can compare. Could it be that he came from other places?" ? Why did you have a grudge against me, the Black Tiger Society?"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, we're here to help you!"

During the whistling, the two figures shouted loudly again, and lightning shot into the battle circle.

Among the four King Kongs of the Black Tiger Club, Song Ye, the Great King Kong, is invincible and has amazing hard qigong. The second King Kong is good at iron fists. The Four Vajras are masters of hidden weapons.

At this time, the four great King Kongs came out in full force, their swords were shining brightly, and dozens of dark green sons flew across the sky, piercing the air with chirping sounds, attacking Wu Ming's vital points.

"Tsk tsk...the four innates are really good!"

Wu Ming let out a long roar, but above the blade, a layer of bluish light appeared, the blade's energy was vertical and horizontal, and its power was several times greater than before?

Bark!

As the blade flickered, the Four King Kongs vomited blood and flew backwards. The three King Kongs and the Four King Kongs who had sneaked up before were immediately dead on the ground. But there was a large knife wound on his chest, which was hideous and terrifying, with blood dripping out.

"Gang Qi!"

He widened his eyes, but murmured.

Martial arts innate is already an extremely remarkable achievement, as for Gang Qi?

According to Wu Ming's age, he would be at the level of a true master of martial arts.

"Our Black Tiger Club, what kind of martial arts sect did we offend, that we want to do something like this?"

The butler drank in grief and indignation.

"This question, let's ask your leader!"

Wu Ming glanced aside: "How is it? I've seen enough! I haven't come out yet!"

Behind the rockery, a middle-aged man dressed gorgeously and gracefully walked out, followed by a Confucian scholar wearing a green shirt and holding a lupine fan. When he saw Wu Ming, he sighed, "Young people are awesome!"

"No! Ginger is still old and spicy!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly. The spiritual sense of the ascetic knew that the other party had already arrived, but he just sat and watched the death and injury of the four King Kongs under his command in order to test his own strength and bottom line.

Now that there is no danger, he is willing to walk out Shi Shiran.

The saying goes that the older you are, the less courageous you are, that's it.

Wu Ming looked at Wei Zhuo, the pusher in front of him, with a little regret.

This martial artist who is known as the Ninth Level Physical Realm and the 'Extreme Transformation' realm is no longer the generous and heroic martial arts man in the rumors.

The current him has lost blood courage in his heart. I am afraid that even with his newly broken martial arts cultivation base, he is half sure that he will fight bloody.

Although the other party probably won't end up in person, just go all out.

"Archers... get ready!"

At this time, next to Wei Zhuo, the pale young man in Lushan Confucian shirt gave a slight drink.

On the eaves on both sides and in the courtyard, more than a dozen archers immediately appeared, bowing their bows and setting arrows, aiming at Wu Ming's vital points.

For martial arts masters, even if they are grand masters, it is not easy to get away surrounded by these dozens of archers.

It's just that people in the rivers and lakes used this method, but they failed to act lowly. However, the Black Tiger Society did not have a good reputation, so they did it.

"Hurry up and clean it up! Don't leave any flaws!"

Wei Zhuo drank, feeling a little proud again.

He was able to prosper for a long time, and even survive until now, naturally not because of the thugs of the Four King Kong, but this carefully crafted arrow array!

With this, I don't know how many chivalrous hearts broke out, and the chivalrous young chivalrous girls who came to "punish rape and eradicate evil" not only failed, but died under random arrows.

It's just that in the county town, these archers are still very taboo, even if he has a relationship with the second son of the Wu family, he can't see the light!

Once he sees the light, even the Second Young Master can't keep him!

"Oh? There's still this?"

Wu Ming also smiled slightly: "It's just right, I don't want to bother, otherwise someone outside will have to wait, which is not a good thing after all!"

"Edict!"

With a wave of his hand, dozens of vines emerged in the garden, circling like ground snakes, surrounding the archers one after another, turning them into big rice dumplings.

"Taoism?"

Wei Zhuo's pupils shrank, and Feng Weixing, the military advisor next to him, backed away quickly: "It's not just Taoism, it's a magician without relying on external objects!"

But he knew in his heart that the leader who offended the mage had no chance of life, so he retreated without hesitation.

"You guessed right, but unfortunately there is no reward!"

Wu Ming stepped forward as if strolling in a courtyard, slashing down with the sharp knife in his hand.

Bark!

Seeing that he didn't use his supernatural powers, Wei Zhuo felt relieved, and wanted to rely on his skills as a super warrior to escape, but immediately, seeing the thunder and fire lingering on the blade, he cut off the long sword with lightning speed. When it landed on his head, a trace of despair finally appeared on his face.

Bark!

With Lei Huo's long knife, he mercilessly chopped him in half, while the rest of the minions scattered with howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Tread!

There was a lot of hustle and bustle outside, with the sound of horseshoes, but the people from the government finally came late.

Several people were killed and injured in a row, and saber fighting was involved. No matter how you look at it, it is a major case!

"Of course, the most important thing is this group of archers! With this, the Black Tiger Society will be over..."

Wu Ming smiled, no longer cared about the follow-up, and went straight into the house. (To be continued.)