"Ling Zimo, you're about to die, what are you doing with such a valuable head?"

"Why don't you take the initiative to give me your head, so that I owe you a favor. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll burn you a few pieces of paper. ”

At this time, Ling Zimo was covered in blood and was extremely weak, and Lei Changkong felt that he could solve Ling Zimo with one move.

"Send you a word roll. ”

Ling Zimo said mockingly.

"I don't know what to do, so it looks like I'm going to screw off your head myself. ”

Lei Changkong licked his lips, like a beast staring at its prey, his eyes emitting a bloodthirsty and cold light.

One hundred thousand silver coins may not be a lot of money for the Ling family, but it is definitely a huge amount of money for ordinary people.

Lei Changkong's combat method is very simple, that is, relying on fists. What he practiced was the three-grade martial arts, which was the Thunder Fist, and he showed the momentum of thunder and galloping.

Lei Changkong punched Ling Zimo, and Ling Zimo hurriedly dodged. Lei Changkong sneered, quickened his pace and approached Ling Zimo again, swinging his iron fist to break through the wind.

The black flames on Ling Zimo's body burned more and more intensely, and even if he was seriously injured, his fighting spirit did not weaken in the slightest.

"Still dying?"

The corners of Lei Changkong's mouth twitched with disdain, and his fist speed increased like a swift wind. Facing Ling Zimo, he bombarded away mercilessly.

Ling Zimo had been seriously injured in the battle just now, and now he had to endure great pain even if he moved.

But Ling Zimo's heart was much beyond ordinary people, and he endured severe pain while resisting Lei Changkong's attack.

"Ling Zimo, you can't hide, just suffer death!"

Lei Changkong fought with Ling Zimo for thirty or forty rounds, but he didn't even touch a single hair of Ling Zimo, which made him a little annoyed.

"Lei Changkong, you can't kill me. ”

Ling Zimo smiled, and there were countless mockery in his laughter.

Lei Changkong was completely angry, and beat his chest wildly with his fist, like an angry orangutan.

"Nine Absolute Thunder Fists. ”

Lei Chang shouted domineeringly.

The Nine Absolute Ben Lei Fist is an upgraded version of the Ben Thunder Boxing, although it is also a three-grade martial art. But the power of the Nine Absolute Ben Thunder Fist is not known to be much stronger than the Ben Thunder Fist.

The Nine Absolute Thunder Fist is divided into nine styles, and the power of each style is stronger than the previous one. The power is stacked on top of each other, and the power of the last style is even more amazing.

Lei Changkong's talent is very good, and it is also a top-grade qualification in the Thunder Gate. Therefore, he also practiced the Nine Absolute Thunder Fist.

Nine Absolute Thunder Fist's Nine Forms, Lei Changkong can already use the Eight Forms, and only the last form is missing, and he can practice to the fullest.

However, Lei Changkong is confident that even with these eight styles alone, it is enough to beat Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo also saw that the Nine Absolute Thunder Fists were extraordinary. His eyes were slightly condensed, and he was also serious.

Lei Changkong's movements were fast, and a set of perfect fist techniques suddenly struck.

Ling Zimo dodged left and right, but was suppressed by Lei Changkong's Nine Absolute Thunder Fist.

"If it goes on like this, it will definitely be unbearable. ”

Ling Zimo was shocked in his heart, this Nine Absolute Thunder Fist was really powerful. According to my current state, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist.

Suddenly, Ling Zimo remembered the set of knife techniques he had learned when he was drunk yesterday.

That feeling and that artistic conception can't be described, in short, it's a set of murderous knife techniques.

Lei Changkong saw that Ling Zimo was no longer dodging, thinking that he was stupid by his fierce and ruthless fist.

"Is the boy finally enlightened? It's useless to run away. ”

Lei Changkong smiled proudly.

"It's you who should be enlightened. ”

Ling Zimo took out a pot of wine and kept drinking, completely ignoring everyone's strange gazes.

"This Ling Zimo is about to die, why is he still drinking. ”

"He must have been scared crazy. ”

It could be that he knew he didn't have much to live, so he wanted to take two more sips before he died. ”

The disciples of the Thunder Sect all showed strange expressions when they saw that Ling Zimo had actually drunk at such a time.

"Drink, drink, drink, and go!"

Lei Changkong snapped his fist and laughed.

"Lei Changkong took me a knife. ”

Ling Zimo was a little drunk, his steps were a little unsteady, and the whole person looked like a drunk.

"You dare to take the initiative to attack me, it's really looking for death. ”

When Lei Changkong heard Ling Zimo's words, he was immediately overjoyed.

Ling Zimo was only a martial artist in the middle of the Yuanquan Realm and was seriously injured, while Lei Changkong was a martial artist in the late stage of the Yuanquan Realm. At this time, Lei Changkong was very confident and solved Ling Zimo with one move.

"Thirteen swords. ”

The ancient knife and the flame knife in Ling Zimo's hand attacked alternately, attacking towards Lei Changkong like a silver storm.

Lei Changkong ran Yuan Li, and his muscles tightened. Using the Nine Absolute Thunder Fist, he rushed in the direction of Ling Zimo.

"You want to beat my knife with your fists? stupid!"

Ling Zimo said coldly, the double swords were like the Nine Heavens Milky Way falling. The sword light was cold and piercing, and it slashed towards Lei Changkong mercilessly.

When Ling Zimo was drunk, he realized a set of knife techniques. There are a total of thirteen styles of this set of knife techniques, and one style is stronger than the other.

Because of these thirteen knife techniques, the knife is fierce and deadly, so Ling Zimo named this set of knife techniques as the Thirteen Deadly Knives.

Ling Zimo estimated that the power of the Thirteen Deadly Swords was definitely not inferior to the ordinary four-rank martial arts.

"One knife, two knives, three knives...... Seven knives. ”

When Ling Zimo slashed out the seventy-second knife, Lei Changkong was completely shocked. Because he found that Ling Zimo's knife was becoming more and more ferocious. And he was suppressed by Ling Zimo, and gradually became in a passive defensive state.

"Eight knives, nine knives and ten knives...... Twelve knives. ”

When Ling Zimo's twelfth knife was cut down, Lei Changkong's face was in a cold sweat. The knife just now, if I hadn't tried my best, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to catch it.

"You can't hide. ”

Ling Zimo's body ejected, sticking into the stunned Lei Changkong. The thirteenth knife came out and slashed Lei Changkong's neck at once.

"Impossible......"

Before Lei Changkong could say the rest of the words, he died with a whimper.

"Anyone who looks down on me Ling Zimo will pay a heavy price in the end. ”

Ling Zimo looked at Lei Changkong's corpse and said indifferently.

Lei Changkong was actually killed by Ling Zimo. ”

"Didn't you say that Ling Zimo didn't have the ability to fight, why is he still so powerful?"

"How do I know why he's so powerful? This Ling Zimo is a freak. ”

"Then we can't chop off Ling Zimo's head. ”

"If you want to cut yourself, I don't want to die. ”

"Lei Changkong is so powerful, do you think you are more powerful than Lei Changkong?"

"It's a! Is money important, or life important? ”