The madness of a teenager

Huangfu qingjue's expression became even more solemn as he slashed out with his sword again.

Wei Wuming was once again sent flying and spat out another mouthful of blood in mid-air.

"Very strong, very good, very good." Wei Wuming kneeled on the ground with his long sword. His childish face had turned red, but his smile was more excited than before.

"The second strike." Huangfu qingjue said.

"Again!" Wei Wuming licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and attacked again.

Wei Wuming's injuries were not light, and his already messy Sword Art was affected. It became even more chaotic, but the impure power of the heavenly Dao seemed to have been integrated and was stronger than before.

The Golden Star glowed, and the sword light was cold. Huangfu qingjue's thousand destruction killing domain was used once again, and Wei Wuming was struck to the ground.