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Ling Zhi let out a loud shout, raised his right fist, and turned into a blade. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Knife Fist !!

The terrifying sound wave turned into a hurricane and swept out, like a blade sweeping out in all directions, and the roar behind him was even more terrifying, but Ling Zhi couldn't control so much at the moment, and the knife fist in his right hand immediately came out, attacking towards the chest of Nanmen Wentian.

Nanmen Wentian's expression changed suddenly, he could feel that this fist like a blade, if it was hit on the body, it would definitely suffer some injuries, although it was not seriously injured, but it was not a minor injury.

Seeing the wound on Ling Zhi's body, Nanmen Wentian gritted his teeth, and the body that subconsciously wanted to dodge suddenly stopped retreating, but his hands began to poke out strangely, and the direction of the protrusion was not Ling Zhi's, but a place where even Ling Zhi couldn't figure his head.

It seems that the object of this blow from Nanmen Wentian is not Ling Zhi at all, but some kind of strange power in the void.

Suddenly, Ling Zhi's expression changed, and the bleeding wound on his right arm was slowly expanding, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and there was pain.

With Ling Zhi's physical strength, he was already at the peak of his golden body, and there were not too many places to make him feel pain, however, at this moment, he did feel a threat, coming from the wound on his right arm.

Ling Zhi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly used the power of the dragon elephant, and the wound on his right arm was healing rapidly, very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had healed as before.

It's just that......

Seeing the relaxed expression on Ling Zhi's face, Nanmen Wentian showed a strange smile on his face.

"Could it be ......" Ling Zhi's heart was full of doubts, but he didn't have time to think, and an explosive shout had already sounded.

"Boy, suffer death, hand over my son's blood myself, and I will be able to spare your life.

Nanmen Wentian said with a sneer, he looked at Ling Zhi as if he was looking at a dead man, and he didn't take Ling Zhi in his eyes at all.

Ling Zhi's heart tightened, and an inexplicable sense of crisis came from his heart, but he didn't find anything abnormal, he couldn't help but stare at it, looked at the south gate and asked the sky to shoot back: "If you want to take the blood source, just do it yourself!"

As for the blood source in Nanmen Wentian's mouth, although he didn't know what it was, he also knew that for him, it was because he could be so strong as a sword incarnation, and if he lost it at this time, his strength would definitely drop greatly.

If his strength drops greatly, then he will definitely become a fish on the chopping block, and let Nanshan ask the sky to slaughter and cut, and he will not have any strength to resist at all.

And he could feel that the strength of Nanmen Wentian, even if Elder Xiao Lei came, he was not an opponent.

This person's realm cultivation may only be able to compete with the top martial artists in the Divine World.

"It's true that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but his tone is very arrogant. When you say this, do you want to know who I am?" Nanmen Wentian looked at Ling Zhi, it was not that he looked down on Ling Zhi, but an opponent like Ling Zhi, he didn't know how many he had killed, although he had not yet recovered his peak state, but let him take action against Ling Zhi, it was really a big bully.

Seeing the confusion on Ling Zhi's face, Nanmen Wentian opened his mouth and continued: "Hehe, if you know about the events of a thousand years ago, then you must know me. I'm the ...... who smashed Sword Mountain to pieces thousands of years ago."

"The South Gate Asks the Heavens......"

Rumble!

Ling Zhi's mind thundered, his body was shaken by this shocking news, and standing in front of him was the demon who was in the hearts of Jianshan people thousands of years ago, and the peerless murderer who had to close the mountain gate was beaten to half-pulp by one person......

His strength...... I......

Ling Zhi's mouth was dry for a while, although he had fighting spirit in his heart, he couldn't mention it at all, it was not that he was unwilling to resist, but that the other party was too strong and too strong, even a strong man like the Mountain Lord of Sword Mountain couldn't last long under the other party, and his strength was not as good as one percent of the Mountain Lord's strength at all, maybe he couldn't even support one and a half moves, right?

All kinds of thoughts kept flashing in his heart, Ling Zhi had even given up resisting, he knew that in the face of absolute strength, resistance was useless at all, especially in front of such a giant, his movements were similar to a child's punch, and there was no harm at all.

A sad emotion spread in Ling Zhi's heart, and he no longer knew what would happen next.

Will it be death?

Nanmen Wentian would definitely not let him go, and with his strength, defeating him was as simple and effortless as pinching an ant to death.

He still has a lot of things to do, his wife Luo Yan is still in the Mausoleum of the Ten Thousand Evil Emperors, and he hasn't gone in to see her for a long time.

There is also the father and mother of Kyushu, the nine princesses Zhan Mingyue...... Even countless brothers and friends are still in the small world of Kyushu, waiting for him to come to the rescue......

His ancestor Ling Xiao Supreme's great feud...... Not reported.

There are so many things that you haven't had time to do, how can you die!

I can't die!

Suddenly, a strong desire to survive poured out from Ling Zhi's body, a strong desire to survive, which made his mind instantly return to clarity.

The head that felt a trace of chaos a moment ago became very clear at this moment, and even some relatively small thoughts were magnified at this moment and became very clear.

Ling Zhi was shocked in his heart, the changes in his body, he saw it all in his eyes at this moment, recalling the moment when he fought with Nanmen Wentian just now, an inexplicable heart surged, he frowned, and said secretly: "No, his strength is not that strong...... His strength...... Not in the prime!"

"I still have a chance!" Ling Zhi secretly clenched his fists, at this moment, he had already understood what Wen Tian had just said at the south gate on the other side, it was just to make him lose his fighting spirit, not to persuade him to surrender at all.

Moreover, if Nanmen Wentian is so strong, how can he bother to talk to him? Directly a big move, he will kneel, and there is no room for resistance at all.

Ling Zhi had a clear mind, looked at the south gate and asked the sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Presumably, your strength was very powerful thousands of years ago, but at this time, there is no longer one percent of what it was back then." ”

The punch collision just now, Ling Zhi felt that the other party's strength was at most more powerful than Elder Xiao Lei, and if it was very powerful, it would not be valid at all.

Since Nanmen Wentian's strength is damaged, then he doesn't need to be afraid at all.

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