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  Before Luo Qing shot and killed a congenital strongman, Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei had not launched a sneak attack. On the other side, Wu Kuanhua and another congenital strongman with a flattering expression were rushing towards Wei Ziming.

  The lion pounces on the rabbit with all its might. Wei Ziming was still facing two congenital masters for the first time, so he didn't dare to be slightly careless.

  In a flash of insight, Wei Ziming's eyes gleamed with a faint light as he used the Blood Massacre Temple's inherited technique 'Darkness' in the first instance.

  Wei Ziming had once used 'Darkness' before, when facing the innate second-order pirate Qian Lao. He was deeply afraid that his power would not be enough, because if he lost, it would mean death.

  So he exerted his strength to the utmost and, with a crushing blow, drove "Darkness" to its extreme limit, successfully killing Old Money the pirate.

  After a successful strike, the 'dark' counterattack also made Wei Ziming suffer greatly, but it also gave Wei Ziming a deeper understanding of 'dark'.

  Using "yōu àn" again, Wei Ziming won't be as disheveled as the first time. Only to see Wei Ziming's eyes flashing with a hint of yōu guāng at the same time.

  The azure long sword in hand was infused with the surging Primordial True Essence, dyeing its azure body a deep crimson red. The surface of the crimson red added a hint of faint ink color, like the ink dripping from an inkstone being dispersed by water, spreading out into a subtle hue.

  A scorching breath, carrying the icy chill from the depths, emanated from the long sword, giving people a strange feeling of both heat and cold coexisting.

  Meeting Wei Ziming again, Wu Kuanghua was astonished by Wei Ziming's inner strength, which had reached the level of Xiantian True Yuan. Moreover, he was ambushed and defeated by Wei Ziming in the Rosethorn Ruins, leaving him feeling humiliated. However, this time facing him head-on, he was confident that he could cut down Wei Ziming with his sword.

  Because Wei Ziming was only a 9th-level postnatal warrior, although his internal energy quality had reached the level of innate true yuan, he was not an innate strongman after all. The biggest difference between postnatal warriors and innate strongmen lies in whether the meridians in their bodies have been refined and whether they possess their own law power.

  From another angle, Wu Kuanhua and another innate expert, their sprinting figures had transformed into two black lines, the sharp blades in their hands emitting dazzling cold light under the urging of their innate true yuan.

  The two figures transformed into dark shadows, and as they passed by, there was no sonic boom in the air, because the sharp edges on their bodies had silently split the air in half without a sound. The gravel on the ground also split in half silently, with smooth cut surfaces like mirrors.

  The two Wu family members did not hold back either and directly used the violent technique of Forceful Slash, with a powerful slash that was like Mount Hua's momentum, to use thunderous means to chop down Wei Ziming.

  Feeling the unstoppable sharp edge approaching, Wei Ziming's energy sank into his dantian, and a burst of light shot out from his eyes. In an instant, his aura suddenly surged, and a thousand visible red sword energies appeared in an extremely short period of time, converging into a single line.

  The next moment, a condensed sword energy appeared, emitting a ruby light. A mysterious texture like blood vessels was scattered throughout the ruby-like sword energy.

  This sword technique is derived from Wei Ziming's understanding of the top-level knife technique 'Thousand Blades Kill', using a sword as a knife, gathering the power of a thousand hits into one point.

  Furthermore, Wei Ziming simultaneously performed the Blood Slashing Temple's inherited technique, causing this sword energy that was like a ruby to undergo an inexplicable transformation.

  At the same time, a mysterious and inescapable aura suddenly locked onto one of the black shadows that was shooting towards him. The black shadow, which had been speeding towards him, suddenly paused for a moment, and during this instant, he could not escape the aura's lock.

  This black figure was not Wu Kuanhua, but another congenital strongman. He was no younger than Wu Kuanhua, with a middle-aged appearance, so Wei Ziming determined that he had entered the congenital realm for many years and his strength must be stronger than Wu Kuanhua's, so Wei Ziming locked him in at the first time.

  The middle-aged man in black was locked in a fierce stare, his expression stern and unyielding.

  The sword energy has been shot out by Wei Ziming, carrying the scorching heat that burns everything, and the sharp air that cuts through all things.

  The middle-aged man suddenly dared not to be careless, and the innate true yuan in his body burst out wildly, carrying a swift and fierce blade, instantly slashing out a strong knife energy, directly confronting him.

  A loud "Boom" rang out, the sword energy and knife energy collided instantly, emitting a strong collision sound, the surging energy shot out in all directions, bringing sharp cutting edges, and rampaging wildly.

  However, in the next moment, the middle-aged man in black suddenly shrunk his pupils to a point, and his face revealed a look of shock. The blow he had been brewing since he moved did not have any resistance at all.

  The red gem's sword energy pierced through the scattered knife energy and reached his front, he instinctively raised his sharp blade to block it.

  But in the next moment, this sword energy had already flashed through his body.

  Under the traction of the sword's energy, the middle-aged man's body suddenly shot backwards, but in the instant his body was airborne, a fierce flame suddenly burst out from his body, burning it to ashes.

  Wu Kuanhua felt the aura of a middle-aged man disappear in an instant, his face suddenly changing color. Even if it were a congenital strongman of the same level, it would be difficult to easily kill him, but Wei Ziming, who had not yet reached this realm as a postnatal martial artist, killed a congenital strongman in seconds.

  How could this not make him shocked beyond measure?

  "Save my life!" This thought flashed through Wu Kuanhua's mind, and he executed it without any hesitation. His sharp blade shone brightly for an instant, and a ray of light shot out like a whip, flying towards Wei Ziming.

  In the next moment, Wu Kuan-hua's body suddenly retreated backward.

  Wu Kuanhua, who had been retreating continuously, finally discovered that on the other side, at this moment, another innate expert had also fallen, shot and killed by a sneak attack.

  Wu Suigong, who possessed the innate second boundary cultivation, couldn't delay the evil corpse's attack for much time, and they also couldn't match up to Wei Ziming and others. Such a situation flashed in Wu Kuanhua's mind instantly.

  "It can't be done!! Retreat!" Wu Kuanhua suddenly roared loudly, and in the next moment, his body suddenly disappeared.

  On the other side, the innate strongman did not hesitate at all, his body suddenly retreated, and under continuous flashing, he also disappeared from sight.

  At the place where Wu Kuanhua disappeared, Wei Ziming's figure suddenly appeared, but no sign of him was found.

  Recalling the scene at Rosethorn Ruins, Wu Kuanghua managed to survive in a perilous environment. Wei Ziming furrowed his brow, but his tone carried a hint of admiration as he said, "Your escape skills are truly impressive!"

  The change here, as if also sensed by Wu Suigong who was fighting against the corpse, saw a burst of bloody light suddenly surge out from the gray and hazy corpse aura.

  Wu Su burst out, saw the corpses all over the ground, sensed that only two people successfully retreated, his pupils suddenly dispersed, and the red light on his body suddenly disappeared. Then his whole body turned into a puddle of toxic water, scattering onto the ground.

  The mud on the ground suddenly made a "hissing" sound, and the mud was corroded by the toxic water, turning into a black and shiny patch.

  Meanwhile, the grayish aura of death in the distance also shrank inward at this time and was absorbed into the body by the green-faced, fang-toothed, and scaly-skinned corpse. The black cloak that originally wrapped around its body surface was also corroded by the aura of death, without leaving a single thread behind.

  As for the ground, all the soil that had been baptized by the corpse energy turned black and glossy, with waves of toxic smoke emerging from the black earth.

  Successfully repelling the enemy, Wei Ziming felt delighted and came forward to collect the corpses into his spatial ring.

  Wei Ziming then walked towards the center of the small hill, wanting to reunite with everyone. However, he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly discovered that the golden wheat field had visibly faded to a dull gray color. The entire farm also turned into a bleak and lifeless gray at this time.

  For some reason, Wei Ziming let out a faint sigh.

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