I!Yama's strongest son-in-law

Chapter 433 The winner is king, the loser is bandit!
Wang He, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, was not too impressed with Wuming at first, because anyone could see the arrogance in Wuming. He had never liked this type of people very much, and always relied on his own talent. I thought I was superior.

If it wasn't for the inexhaustible cultivation resources since childhood, without any special opportunities, so what if you have talent and aptitude?

Or they will still be reduced to mediocrity.

Wang He is confident that with the same treatment, he will never be weaker than these so-called super geniuses.

So he felt that there was really no need to put himself in such an arrogant position.

Take him for example, with his current strength, he wants to kill Wuming, not to mention that it will be easy, but at least it will be very easy, but is he arrogant?
no?
Perhaps this is the difference between people.

However, what Wuming just said made him look a little higher.

In the face of powerful enemies, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and he did not embarrass the earth practitioners. Based on this alone, he believed that most earth practitioners would not be able to do it, because of the temperament of those people. He dare not say how much he understands, but he also knows a little one two.

At this time, Wuming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and kept his eyes fixed on the young man with a brush. There was no trace of timidity in his eyes, but endless fighting intent.

Surprise appeared on the cold face of the brush youth, and he said: "I have to admire that you can still stand up after suffering such a serious injury, and I admire the fighting spirit in your eyes, but I think your behavior is stupid , because if I were you, I would lie on the ground and not get up, although it would be embarrassing to do so, but at least I could save my life."

When the people next to him heard what the brush youth said, they almost all nodded in agreement.

Now that the situation is clear, what if Wuming can stand up again?After being seriously injured, can he still be as brave as before?

It must not work.

That being the case, why not just lie on the ground, just like what the brush youth said just now, at least he can save his life.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Continue to fight." Wuming's eyes froze, and he took the initiative to attack the young man with a round hammer in his hand.

"If you want to fight, I'll fight with you, but this time it's not as simple as being injured." A killing intent flashed in the eyes of the young man with a brush, and he immediately took the pen to take the initiative to fight.

"Roar!"

"when!"

The writing brush young man tapped the tip of the brush on the round hammer and made a roaring sound. Immediately afterwards, he saw the round hammer suddenly fall down as if being hit hard, and at the same time made the sound of metal and iron clashing.

Wuming's complexion changed, he was injured, he was indeed inferior to the opponent in terms of strength when confronted head-on, if it was before, the opponent would not dare to fight him like this.

But even so, Wuming still chose to continue the attack method based on bravery. There is no way, he is such a fighting style. When he wields a round hammer in his hand, he can only see a series of afterimages. Tongue, even though he was injured, his momentum did not drop.

On the other hand, the brush youth, apart from his cold expression, is also very calm himself. No matter how brave and sharp Wuming's attack is, even if the round hammer is smashing in front of his face, he is not in a hurry at all, and handles it calmly and calmly. , the writing brush in his hand blocks Wuming's attack just right every time he strikes, but his attack frequency is only one-tenth of Wuming's attack frequency, and after blocking Wuming's attack, he will seize the opportunity to use the pen tip on the round hammer With a single click, Wuming's originally incomparably brave attack slowed down a bit.

The brush youth's counterattack and attack were almost integrated, and his thinking was clear. On the surface, he was being defeated by the unknown force, but in fact, he was the leader in this battle.

Wang He, who was watching the play from a distance, saw this, and he was basically sure that Wuming was defeated.

In the beginning Wuming was defeated by carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, and by his arrogance.

Now it is really defeated in terms of strength.

There is no way, Wuming was seriously injured when he lost the first time, and the reason why he lost the second time was in terms of strength, which is also understandable, because he has to pay for the consequences of his carelessness and arrogance.

And this consequence, no one will be able to bear.

Because it's too serious.

really.

There were no exceptions to Wang He's guess. Even though Wuming was serious and tried his best, he couldn't defeat the brush youth.

The carelessness at the beginning has already doomed the final result.

As for this result, it is very difficult for someone who does not have a trump card to forcibly turn things around.

"Roar!"

There was another roar of the tiger, and the young man with the brush took an opportunity to suddenly close the distance, and lightly tapped the tip of the pen on Wuming's right shoulder. Immediately afterwards, Wuming fell to the ground suddenly.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, a shallow pit was smashed out of the solid ground, and at the same time, dust was flying, sand and stones were flying everywhere.

This time the brush youth was not as polite as before. He took two steps forward, stepped on Wuming's chest, and asked condescendingly, "Can you stand up again?"

Just as Wuming was about to speak, a warm current surged up, and he spit out the warm current with a "wow" sound from his mouth.

It turned out that it was a mouthful of blood!

He was seriously injured twice before and after, and the interval was still very short. Wuming no longer has any fighting ability. No matter how crazy his eyes are, it is useless. He is still a defeated under the feet of others. It is in the hands of the brush youth, and now it depends on when the brush youth wants to take it away.

"kill me."

After a while, Wuming uttered this sentence vaguely, as if he had something in his mouth. After he finished speaking, he made a swallowing motion. Obviously, he was spitting out what was in his mouth. The clean blood was swallowed back.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" There was a hint of surprise on the cold face of the brush youth. He respected the strong, but it didn't mean he valued the practitioners from the earth.

Among the many interfaces, the reputation of earth cultivators has long been rotten. Who doesn't know that earth cultivators are cowardly and cowardly?

Of course, he also heard from his elders that this was the first time he had entered the land of disaster and met earth practitioners, so he was quite surprised when Wuming begged to die.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit. I know what the outcome of the loser will be." After Wuming finished speaking, he said firmly, "You don't have to wait for me to ask you for mercy, I can tell you clearly. You, no, even if I die a hundred times or a thousand times, I will never say a word of begging to anyone."

Wuming's words are not pretentious, anyone can see that he is really not afraid of death, and he is already mentally prepared to be taken away by the brush youth at any time.

When Wuming put on a look of waiting to die, those onlookers didn't sneer at him as they did at the beginning, but looked at each other in blank dismay.

Most of them heard from their elders or other people that the earth cultivators in the land of disaster are the weakest and deceitful. They belong to the underground mud and anyone can step on it without worrying about their own safety. They would have ridiculed Wuming like that before.

However, when Wuming was defeated twice, he still looked fearless, and they couldn't help being moved.

They couldn't help but think differently. If they were Wuming, could they be as completely fearless as Wuming?
The answer came out quickly.

Can't do it!
At least, most people can't do it. If there is a chance to survive, who would like to die?

"you"

Just as the young man with the brush opened his mouth, suddenly, a voice sounded from a distance: "It's a good sentence, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. I like it."

This sentence spread to the brush youth and the others, and they immediately followed the sound, only to see a young man dressed in a bit of a mess, but very similar to Wuming, walking towards them slowly.

These people are all suspicious.

Who is this boy?
But at this time, Wuming, who was lying on the ground and being stepped on his chest by the young man with a brush, trembled all over his body. Then, he turned his head and saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes when he saw the young man, but it disappeared quickly. .

Although the other party came from the same place as him, why did the other party save him?

(End of this chapter)