boyutpedia Chapter 345 Unexplained Shock
Chapter 345 Unexplained Shock
The fourth bronze figure holds a long halberd, the tip of which is like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, piercing straight into Mo Ming's chest.
Mo Ming's sword spun in the air, its light flashing like lightning, instantly neutralizing the halberd's attack. His swordplay grew faster and faster, the blade drawing arcs in the air, as if weaving a net of swords that firmly locked the bronze figure's halberd in place.
Although the bronze figure's halberd was sharp and powerful, it appeared clumsy and sluggish under Mo Ming's swift sword. Mo Ming's sword continued to thrust out, each strike precisely hitting the bronze figure's joints, and the bronze figure's movements gradually became stiff.
Mo Ming's swordplay grew faster and faster, the sword light pouring down like a torrential rain. The bronze man's halberd was finally completely suppressed, unable to launch any further attacks.
A crazed smile flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. He suddenly flicked his sword, and the bronze man's halberd flew out of his hand. With a flash of sword light, the bronze man's head was severed and rolled to the ground.
Mo Ming's sword momentum did not stop; the sword tip turned and pointed directly at the fifth bronze figure.
The fifth bronze figure held two hooks, their blades like crescent moons, gleaming with a chilling light, aimed straight for Mo Ming's throat.
Mo Ming's swordplay changed again, from lightning fast to wild and unrestrained. His sword drew strange arcs in the air, the sword light flickering like a ghost, seemingly without any discernible pattern.
Although the bronze figure's double hooks were sharp, they appeared clumsy and powerless against Mo Ming's swordplay. Mo Ming's sword continued to thrust out, each strike carrying a frenzied power, as if to utterly shatter all obstacles in its path.
The bronze figure's hooks were constantly repelled by Mo Ming's sword, leaving the hook blades covered in sword marks. Mo Ming's swordplay grew increasingly unrestrained, the sword light pouring down like a storm, and the bronze figure's movements gradually slowed down.
Mo Ming's sword suddenly flicked, and the bronze man's double hooks flew out of his hand. With a flash of sword light, the bronze man's chest was pierced, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.
Mo Ming's swordplay didn't stop; he turned the blade and aimed directly at the sixth bronze figure. His eyes flashed with a mad light, as if he had become one with the sword, and no one could stop its advance.
The sixth bronze figure wielded a long axe, its blade like a crescent moon, carrying a sharp killing intent, aimed straight at Mo Ming's head. Mo Ming's swordplay changed again, from unrestrained and wild to powerful and heavy.
His sword drew heavy arcs in the air, its light like a mountain pressing down as it cleaved straight down. The bronze figure's long axe, though powerful and heavy, appeared clumsy and powerless against Mo Ming's swordplay.
Mo Ming's sword kept slashing out, each strike carrying a mountain-like pressure, as if it wanted to crush all obstacles completely.
The bronze figure's long axe was constantly repelled by Mo Ming's sword, leaving its blade covered in sword marks. Mo Ming's sword strikes grew increasingly heavy, the sword light pouring down like a storm, and the bronze figure's movements gradually slowed down.
Mo Ming suddenly flicked his sword, sending the bronze man's long axe flying out of his hand. With a flash of sword light, the bronze man's chest was pierced, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.
Mo Ming's swordplay didn't stop; he turned the blade, aiming directly at the seventh bronze figure. His eyes flashed with a mad light, as if he had become one with the sword, and no one could stop its advance.
The seventh bronze figure, wielding a long fork with a tip like a venomous snake's tongue, thrust straight at Mo Ming's throat. Mo Ming's swordplay changed again, shifting from powerful and heavy to lightning-fast.
His sword flashed through the air, leaving afterimages, and the light of the sword was as fast as lightning, instantly neutralizing the long fork's attack.
His swordplay grew faster and faster, the blade drawing arcs in the air as if weaving a net to firmly lock the bronze figure's long fork.
Although the bronze figure's long fork was sharp, it appeared clumsy and sluggish under Mo Ming's swift sword. Mo Ming's sword continued to thrust out, each strike precisely hitting the bronze figure's joints, and the bronze figure's movements gradually became stiff.
Mo Ming's swordplay grew faster and faster, the sword light pouring down like a torrential rain. The bronze man's long fork was finally completely suppressed, unable to launch any more attacks.
A crazed smile flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. He suddenly flicked his sword, sending the bronze figure's long fork flying out of his hand. With a flash of sword light, the bronze figure's head was severed and rolled to the ground. Mo Ming's sword momentum did not stop; he turned the blade and aimed directly at the eighth bronze figure.
The eighth bronze figure held a long sword, its blade as cold as autumn water, aimed directly at Mo Ming's throat. Mo Ming's swordplay changed again, from lightning fast to wild and unrestrained.
His sword drew strange arcs in the air, its light flickering like a ghost, seemingly without any discernible pattern.
Although the bronze figure's longsword was sharp, it appeared clumsy and powerless against Mo Ming's swordplay. Mo Ming's sword continued to thrust out, each strike carrying a frenzied power, as if to utterly shatter all obstacles in its path.
The bronze figure's longsword was constantly repelled by Mo Ming's blade, leaving it covered in sword marks. Mo Ming's swordplay grew increasingly unrestrained, the sword light pouring down like a storm, and the bronze figure's movements gradually slowed down.
Mo Ming suddenly flicked his sword, sending the bronze man's longsword flying out of his hand. With a flash of light, the sword pierced through the bronze man's chest, and his movements came to an abrupt halt.
Mo Ming stood in the center of the Eight Bronze Warriors Formation, his longsword trembling slightly, copper shavings dripping from its tip. A mad light flashed in his eyes, as if he had become one with the sword.
All eight bronze figures fell, and Mo Ming's swordplay finally ceased. He took a deep breath, slowly sheathed his sword, and the blade returned to its sheath with a crisp sound.
"The Three Mad Swordsman truly lives up to his name," Mo Ming muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips.
Sword madness, man madness, man and sword as one, free and invincible.
"Something's wrong, Chief! Several unidentified figures have appeared on the outskirts of Sky Island!"
Mo Ming had just sheathed his sword when he heard Sun Erniang's urgent shouts.
He frowned, turned his head and saw that Sun Erniang looked flustered, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, obviously she had run all the way here.
"What happened?" Mo Ming asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with seriousness.
He had just escaped from the Eight Bronze Warriors Formation, and his fighting spirit had not yet fully subsided. Upon hearing the appearance of an unknown figure, he immediately became alert.
Sun Erniang took a few breaths and hurriedly said, "Several unidentified figures have suddenly appeared on the outskirts of Sky Island. They are acting strangely and seem to be spying on our movements. The captain is worried that they might harm Sky Island, so he sent me to inform you immediately."
Mo Ming nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Sky Island was his base, and he would not allow anyone to easily invade it. He gripped the longsword in his hand, and the blade in its scabbard seemed to tremble slightly, as if sensing its master's fighting spirit.
"Come on, take me to see it," Mo Ming said in a deep voice, then followed Sun Erniang quickly toward the outer edge of the sky island.
The outer perimeter of the floating island is covered by dense forest.
The trees here are tall and lush, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows.
Mo Ming and Sun Erniang moved silently through the forest, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. However, as they approached the outer edge, a subtle sense of oppression filled the air.
“It’s just ahead,” Sun Erniang said in a low voice, pointing to a clearing ahead.
Mo Ming looked in the direction she pointed and indeed saw several blurry figures in the woods.
They were currently surrounded by several squad leaders and members.
One of the figures was tall and imposing, dressed in a long black robe with a long sword hanging at his waist.
Although the distance was considerable, Mo Ming could still sense the sharp aura emanating from the person. What shocked him even more was that the figure's silhouette and movements felt incredibly familiar to him.
"It's him?" Mo Ming murmured softly, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. The figure seemed familiar.