"Be careful!" His companion originally planned to see what Ling Zheng's expression was when he was struggling to the death, but in a moment, his face changed greatly, and he clearly felt bad when he saw a snow light in Ling Zheng's original punch that smashed into his companion. But when he reacted, it was too late, and his companion had no defense at all, and the short knife in Ling Zheng's hand cut through his skin and inserted it into his heart in an instant.

"You're looking for death!" The remaining one was immediately furious, and after a few steps, he reached behind Ling Zheng, reaching out and grabbing the back of Ling Zheng's head, his eyes blazing with anger.

Ling Zheng didn't care to appreciate the man's death, and rolled on the spot, dodging the man's angry blow. After dodging this blow, Ling Zheng leaned against a big tree and slowly stood up, looking at this person standing in front of his companion, looking at the angry expression of that person, Ling Zheng showed a smile on his face. He was right, he didn't give it his all from the start, because he knew that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to hurt the two of them. Only by showing weakness to the enemy and killing one person first, he had the slightest chance, and as a result, he won.

His weakness was not in vain, this man didn't take himself seriously at all, so he had the opportunity to seize that moment and kill one of them. Although the injuries were not minor, the situation is much better than before. And he didn't lose anything, he killed one, which is enough, at least not a loss.

"Okay, you're good. The rest of the man felt that his companion's aura had completely disappeared, so he turned his head to look at Ling Zheng, almost squeezing out these words from between his teeth.

"Cough, award, award, cough, although I also said so!" Ling Zheng smiled faintly, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was still clear, but the state was far from as good as the expression on his face, and when he spoke, he couldn't help coughing a few times, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I hope you can continue to be so proud!" the man sneered, completely enraged by Ling Zheng, and after speaking, he put down his companion who had lost his body temperature. A strong aura emanated from his body, unabashedly pressing towards Ling Zheng, and the deciduous grass and trees beside him were even squeezed by an invisible air current, scattering towards both sides.

Ling Zheng snorted, his body couldn't help but cling to the big tree behind him, but his expression was still calm, and the slightest hint of war intent was permeating his eyes.

Looking at the man approaching him step by step, Ling Zheng was still smiling, it seemed that he was poor in donkey skills, and he looked like he was waiting for death, but only he knew that he had now adjusted his state to the best, and his whole body was in a state of alert.

That person didn't seem to have the intention of killing Ling Zheng directly, and his pace was neither fast nor slow step by step, as if he wanted to shroud Ling Zheng in the fear of waiting for death. But when he saw the salty smile on Ling Zheng's face, the more anger grew in his heart, the more he didn't want Ling Zheng to die too easily.

"You know, I want you to taste the taste of death slowly, I want you to watch your blood flow out drop by drop, I want you to watch the knife in my hand cut off pieces of flesh from you......" The man stood four or five steps in front of Ling Zheng, but he didn't take Ling Zheng down, but smiled coldly, and said lightly.

Ling Zheng didn't speak, didn't answer, at this time, it was superfluous to say anything, only the one who had the last laugh was qualified to speak. And he needs to remain calm, the more arrogant the enemy is, the more happy he is. If the enemy says a word, he will be able to recover a little more strength, is there anything better than this?

"I know you're taking the opportunity to regain your strength, but do you think it's useful, you're just a waste, a waste without any spiritual power, even if you're a disciple of the Spirit Yin Sect, you're still just a waste. That person didn't know if he didn't learn the lesson of his companion, or if he wanted to defeat Ling Zheng verbally, and then torture Ling Zheng to death to pay tribute to his companion's spirit in the sky.

Seeing that Ling Zheng still didn't speak, the man stopped talking, and seemed to know that words couldn't defeat Ling Zheng. At the moment, he was no longer polite, stepped in front of Ling Zheng in two steps, and slapped towards Ling Zheng with one palm.

Ling Zheng had already been prepared as soon as the man's body moved, and when the man's palm just slapped out, Ling Zheng's body quickly dodged to the side. Although Ling Zheng's movements were fast, the person's speed was not fake, and he slapped Ling Zheng with his backhand, fanning Ling Zheng out of the air. Ling Zheng's body fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was calm, as if he was not the one who was injured.

It seemed that he was releasing the water intentionally or unintentionally, the man watched Ling Zheng slowly stand up, and in an instant he arrived in front of Ling Zheng, raised his hand and threw it towards Ling Zheng again. Ling Zheng knew that he couldn't dodge at all, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he didn't dodge or dodge, he raised his hand and punched him directly.

Without the slightest accident, Ling Zheng's body was thrown out by this palm again, and fell heavily to the ground, embarrassed. was fanned again and again, even with Ling Zheng's perverted physique, he couldn't stand it, and his clothes were torn, revealing the purple skin inside.

Ling Zheng's body jumped up, and before the person could make another move, he rushed towards the person fiercely, this was not an idea that a cultivator should have before he could fight. That person was a little surprised, he didn't expect Ling Zheng to take the initiative in this situation. But it's just a little surprised, Ling Zheng is such a waste, what kind of waves can he make, he is not that companion, he would make such a low-level mistake.

In the face of Ling Zheng's attack, that person didn't make a big deal, but he didn't be too careful, after all, he was just facing an ordinary person with no spiritual power. He changed his palm to a fist, intending to fight Ling Zheng hard, he was a cultivator who refined his state of mind, if he chose to dodge in the face of an ordinary person with no spiritual power, then where would he still have the face to say that he was a cultivator.

His idea was right, the two fists collided, and Ling Zheng's body retreated, after all, this time he was only passively defending, but Ling Zheng was the pinnacle punch that concentrated all his strength. Without waiting for Ling Zheng to attack again, his body flashed, and he appeared beside Ling Zheng in an instant, raised his palm, and flew Ling Zheng out.

And Ling Zheng finally understood the gap between himself and Lian's state of mind at this time, in the face of that person's all-out palm, he didn't have time to react at all, and he didn't even see the trajectory of that person's palm.

Even Ling Zheng couldn't remember how many times he was fanned, he fell to the ground, struggling to get up, but he couldn't. Lying on the ground, Ling Zheng took a few deep breaths, and blood kept spilling out of his mouth. Even so, he could still see a smile on Ling Zheng's scarred face, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was still clear, and his hands were tightly grasping the weeds around him that were stained with his blood.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to let you die so happily. The man walked up to Ling Zheng and looked down at him condescendingly, with a devilish smile on his face.