King Zhisheng took the lead in attacking Wuming.
Even though he had a high level of cultivation and was a senior, he had no intention of being humble and would attack with all his strength.
He also comprehended the rules of fire, but his understanding was different from that of the old monster Lihuo.
He controls the scorching fire, which is violent and hot, and can destroy heaven and earth.
Compared to Lihuo's Nine Yang Lihuo, his Blazing Sky Fire is even more violent and hot.
If they were in the same realm, Lihuo would be no match for King Zhisheng.
It was also because of the suppression of Lihuo's realm and the fact that King Zhisheng's life span was coming to an end that he was tortured so badly by Lihuo.
Flames filled the sky and rushed towards Wuming. The temperature of the already devastated battlefield suddenly increased several times.
Wuming was calm and fearless, even though his cultivation was a whole realm lower than his.
He just waved his hand, and the invisible sword field enveloped the battlefield between the two.
The Holy King's domain was suppressed a little bit.
Generally speaking, the Saint's realm will be shattered at the slightest touch when facing the Saint King's realm, and will not make any waves at all.
But Wuming is the opposite, which shows how high his attainments in swordsmanship are.
Countless spiritual sword arrows condensed and formed a rain of swords all over the sky, colliding with the scorching fire all over the sky.
Just like two armies fighting each other, the rain of swords and sky fire are the soldiers of both sides.
The collision between the two sides caused a huge noise, with sporadic sword arrows and scattered sparks flying everywhere, forcing the Holy King who was watching the battle from the outside to retreat some distance.
In this fierce confrontation, the soldiers on both sides were constantly being worn away and melted away. In an instant, the rain of swords dissipated, and the scorching sky fire also dissipated into nothingness.
Ring right hand with fingers together.
"Swordsmanship, Heavenly Sword!"
An invisible sword appeared in his hand.
The sword danced lightly, and a dazzling edge cut through the void and rushed towards the Holy King.
King Zhisheng snorted coldly, formed seals with his hands, and the sea of fire reappeared in front of him.
It actually swallowed up the sword light that was coming at it.
"Swordsmanship, no distance!"
Wuming's figure disappeared. At this moment, he was the sword and the sword was him.
The supreme sword body can control all the swords in the world and can transform all the swords in the world.
Shadows appeared between the two of them, and in an instant they broke through the sea of fire and stabbed towards the chest of King Zhisheng with unimaginable fierce momentum.
King Zhisheng was also an experienced veteran fighter. He retreated, and a series of spiritual power barriers protected his body, forming a 360-degree defense with no blind spots.
Wuming had just broken through his defense when he was blocked by another spiritual power barrier that came to support him.
After all, he is at the perfect state of Saint King, and the amount of spiritual energy stored is far beyond that of a saint.
"Swordsmanship, use thoughts as swords!"
Unknown thoughts come together.
Thousands of sword shadows appeared, then converged into a line, breaking through the barrier of the Holy King at an extremely strange and tricky angle.
A hint of crimson appeared at the corner of King Zhisheng's mouth.
If he were in his prime, he would be able to take this move.
But the previous injuries still existed, and Wuming's sword skills were too many, too strong, too strange, and too tricky, and he could not avoid them completely.
But fortunately, he is not fighting alone.
Before Wuming's next move to beat the downed man reached him, a force of light covered him, and Wuming's attack suddenly slowed down.
The figure of Emperor Qiming appeared in front of King Zhisheng.
"I never thought that we would fight side by side one day, and the one we faced was just a Saint!"
Emperor Qiming said with a complicated expression.
Even though the two Saint Kings were seriously injured, it would be really embarrassing if the news got out that they joined forces to fight against a Saint!
"Don't underestimate him. His sword is not inferior to that of a Saint King. Even in his prime, it would be difficult for one of us to defeat him alone!"
The Holy King Zhi said very solemnly.
You don’t know until you get beaten. You’ll be shocked after you get beaten.
He had never seen such a powerful saint.
His attainments in swordsmanship are so high that they are rarely seen in the Eastern Wilds.
Even the Three Sword Saint Kings who were watching the battle nearby, known as the second most talented person in the history of the Sword Sect, were at most on par with himself, and that was when the Three Swordsmen were fighting for their lives.
But the Three Sword Saint Kings are at the Saint King level, while Wuming is still at the Saint level.
If Wuming breaks through to the Saint King, can he fight against the Saint?
"Since we're all in a group, it doesn't matter if I'm the only one left. Let's just be shameless for once today!"
The old man outside the battlefield said this calmly, and then he was about to enter the battlefield.
He actually wanted the three Saint Kings to besiege Wuming.
King Zhisheng and Emperor Qiming did not refute either.
They have the pride of masters, but since they have already lost half, they don’t care about losing it all.
As long as they win today, who knows that today three Holy Kings will besiege one Saint?
People only know that many saint kings risked their own lives to kill the Eastern Wasteland demon Lihuo and save the world from danger.
The other Saint Kings who were watching the battle all curled their lips.
To be honest, it would be fine if they were to besiege the Saint Emperor realm, but if it were really a few Saint Kings besieging a saint, they might not be able to do it.
There is a difference between coming from a dynasty and a sect.
The strong men from these sects sometimes value dignity more than life.
However, what no one present expected was that the old man only took one step and then stopped.
He looked around at the void with a serious expression.
"Which Taoist fellow is blocking my way? Do you dare to show yourself?"
The old man said in a deep voice.
He felt a very overbearing pressure.
It was very strange. He should not be at the Saint King level, but he felt a very dangerous feeling.
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