readx;? Zhuang Juzheng's face changed drastically, Ling Zhi walked over slowly by himself like a ghost, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his head was empty for a while, "What did you just say?"

"Master?"

"Yes, I command you, kneel, kneel for your master, do you hear?"

Zhuang Juzheng raised the Holy Dragon Order above his head and scolded Ling Zhi anxiously. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Zhi naturally didn't kneel, not only did he not kneel, but he raised his hand and smashed it at him with a punch.

"Don't hurt your master......"

When the killing intent of Rushan struck, Zhuang Juzheng had not yet reacted, but Ye Primrose pounced straight over.

At this moment, she was half-dressed, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, but the expression that stopped Ling Zhi was extremely firm, "Whoever dares to hurt the master, I will kill him!"

The fanaticism in Ling Zhi's eyes couldn't help but hurt in his heart.

"Boy, what are you still inking, wait for that Martial King to come in, you won't have a chance......"

The anxious voice of the Ten Thousand Evil Saint Emperor in the sea came, and Ling Zhi suddenly sobered up, and he didn't care about anything else.

While grabbing the shoulder of Ye Laixiang with one hand, the other hand was aimed at Zhuang Juzheng and nodded with one finger.

Contrary to the law, against the sky and against the law, extinguishing the common people.

Mo said that Zhuang Juzheng hadn't reacted to why Ling Zhi was out of control until now, but he had reacted, and in the face of Ling Zhi's such a strong finger, he still didn't have any chance to dodge.

Poof!

Blood splattered from the big tent, and Zhuang Juzheng sat down in the chair with the people, and under this finger, all of them turned into ashes, leaving not even a complete piece of flesh and skin.

"The host ......"

Nightshade, who was knocked to the ground by Ling Zhi, had bulging eyes, like a crazy lioness, desperately rushing towards Ling Zhi.

As soon as Ling Zhi's five fingers tightened, the Holy Dragon Order on the ground appeared in his palm, and then he pointed at Ye Lingxiang, "Stop!"

"Yes!"

The poignant figure suddenly stagnated, and Ye Laixiang's eyes were still boundless, but this fanaticism was transferred from Zhuang Juzheng to Ling Zhi in an instant.

"Put on your clothes and ...... with me"

The three words "follow me" have not yet been fully spoken, and suddenly his face has changed.

In the next moment, Ling Zhi did not hesitate, and as soon as his thoughts moved, a black arrow flew out from the martial arts drawn from behind him, slowly levitating above his head.

Almost at the same moment, the door to the cabin was pushed open.

With boundless killing intent, Heiwang rushed straight in.

As a martial king, and also a world-shattering powerhouse who came out of the Emperor Sect of the Holy Heaven Sect, Hei Wang's strength is no less than that of Mr. Hong, who entered Qingzhou in the past. Not only is it not inferior, but it is even a few points stronger.

At the moment when Ling Zhi just pointed out the waste of Zhuang Juzheng, a feeling arose in his heart. Immediately afterward, the mind swept out, and everything that happened in the cabin was clear.

The rage is more intense than the gushing lava.

Of course, this anger is certainly not because of the fall of the sad Zhuang Juzheng. Zhuang Juzheng has a friendship with him, but not so deep that he loses his mind.

Everything, just because of Zhuang Juzheng's identity, he is a disciple of Emperor Wu.

Even if he was only the most marginal member of the thousands of Martial Emperor disciples, he didn't even have enough of the skin of the core forces.

But the disciples of Emperor Wu are disciples of Emperor Wu.

Other brothers and sisters can bully him, but he, but others cannot.

Not to mention an outer deacon like himself, even if the fall of the other party has nothing to do with him, he just followed him out to do errands, and finally died suddenly, while he was alive. After returning to the Holy Heaven Sect, he will definitely not be able to escape accountability.

As a result, full of anger and endless remorse, all turned into monstrous killing intent.

No matter what happens to Ling Zhi, he will crush the other party's bones and ashes, extract the soul and refine the skin, he wants to let Ling Zhi die in purgatory, and taste all the suffering in the world in the scorching soul.

In fact, he did.

In the moment when he pushed open the door, a big hand condensed by the law of the Martial King grabbed towards Ling Zhi overwhelmingly, and at the same moment, the realm belonging to the Martial King was sacrificed without hesitation, covering Ling Zhi in life.

However, at this time, a terrifying killing intent suddenly rose up, locking directly on his body.

That kind of killing intent that destroyed the world not only locked his entire person, but even his powerful and indescribable Martial King realm was firmly locked. The killing force that swept almost the entire cabin, and even the entire void, was locked on him.

Belch......

The Great Mudra of the Law that Hei Wang sacrificed to mid-air suddenly froze, releasing the Martial King Realm that could shackle all living beings, and it also paused across the line of Ling Zhi.

When this source of killing intent appeared on the black arrow above Ling Zhi's head, the dignified Martial King's face was unexpectedly frightened.

Sad...... Tragic arrow?!

Yes, he recognized the origin of this arrow.

In addition to the legendary Chaos Spirit Treasure born when the Western Buddha opened the world, and the Sorrowful Arrow, one of the twin arrows of compassion, what other magic weapon in the world can lock the Martial King when he is in the Heavenly Martial Realm?

An extremely desperate, extremely terrifying aura of death penetrated his entire soul, and for a moment, Hei Wang didn't dare to move, fearing that a slight movement would lead to an abyss from which he could never recover.

The legendary tragic arrow, the first killing weapon in ancient times, is capable of killing gods and demons, and the arrow is not missing. He is a good martial king, but the martial king and the legendary gods and demons are not products of the same world at all. To put it bluntly, he can't even be qualified to carry shoes for gods and demons.

Not only did he dare not move, but the night primrose next to him, who was blinded, also did not dare to move. She knew that her master's arrow was not aimed at her, but it was the killing aftermath of that arrow that had made her face pale and her heart twitched.

Even if he had just killed Zhuang Juzheng and gained the power of four thousand dragon elephants, Ling Zhi's current dragon elephant power soared to more than 150,000, Ling Zhi's face was still getting paler and paler.

He had used a nine-turn deadly lamp of unknown grade.

That magic lamp is infinitely powerful, but it needs to burn the essence and vitality of the martial artist to stimulate it.

But when the Sorrowful Arrow was activated at this moment, he realized that compared to the vitality and essence blood required when the Nine Turns of Death Lamp was activated, it was simply a small thing.

The Arrow of Sorrow is like a bottomless pit that does not know the depth, no matter how much vitality you have, it can also be swept up in an instant, no matter how much blood you burn, you will still find that the energy required to shoot the arrow of sorrow is a drop in the bucket.

Time flies.

Maybe it's a breath, or maybe it's thousands of years, when Hei Wang's face became more and more pale, and Ling Zhi felt more and more difficult to control the sad arrow on his head, in the void, there was a sudden "click" crisp sound.

It was the sound of killing intent collapsing and breath scattering.

Ling Zhi lamented in his heart, he still didn't have enough strength to perfectly control this number one killing weapon in the past.

But it can't be delayed any longer.

Or if the stalemate lasts longer, the killing momentum will be more cohesive, and the killing of Heiwang with an arrow may be higher. But at the same time, he also understood that with his current condition, he would not be able to wait for that time, and he would be the first to refrain from collapsing his body and his death would dissipate.

Boom!

There was a soft sound, like a plucked string.

Immediately after, a black lightning bolt pierced the void - the arrow of sorrow, and it was shot out.

Almost at the same time as the sad arrow was shot, Ling Zhi spewed out a mouthful of blood arrow, and at the same time stepped out, rushing behind the sad arrow, gathering the vitality and essence blood of the whole body, and raising his hand is to point out.

Boom...... Boom!

The black arrow cut through the space, like chopsticks piercing tofu, and without even half a breath, it shattered Hei Wang's Martial King Realm into nothingness, and then pierced directly into Hei Wang's chest.

The breath of death exploded in the body of the Sorrowful Arrow and Hei Wang, and the small half of the body of the Martial King Hei Wang splashed down like snowflakes.

Poof!

Finally, the black tragic arrow successfully penetrated Hei Wang's chest, bringing up a cloud of scarlet blood mist, and taking away nearly half of Hei Wang's body.

Similar to the situation when Ling Zhi shot a tragic arrow in the face of Ren Xiaoyao in the past, Hei Wang, who had lost half of his body, was actually injured but not dead, and even the skin and flesh of his disappeared body were slowly squirming, and there seemed to be a tendency to regrow.

"Die!"

Hei Wang, who found out that he was still alive, was ecstatic, completely ignoring his bloody body, and smashed Ling Zhi with his only remaining left hand into a fist.

Thundered!

The sound of a world explosion came out, and Ling Zhi's Reverse Law Finger and Hei Wang's punch collided together, exploding into a violent vortex of vitality. The entire building ship was crushed into nothingness by this vortex in an instant.

After the ship was crushed by the whirlpool, Ling Zhi's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down in the air, pulling out a long trajectory in the air, sprinkling a shocking red.

Hei Wang was also covered in blood, the blood in his mouth spit out as if he didn't want money, and half of his body was even more shaky, as if there were signs of collapse and disintegration at any time.

However, his eyes were not surprised or happy, not only happy, but even extremely fanatical.

It's worth it!

It's all worth it.

What bears the price of Zhuang Juzheng's death.

What was the humiliation of being hurt by the little beast Ling Zhi, compared to that tragic arrow, everything was worth it.

As long as he can control and refine the Sorrowful Arrow, not to mention Zhuang Lan, the leader of the Holy Heaven Sect, who is the number one master in the Dragon Proud Continent, Long Aotian, why should he be afraid?

However, before that, the baby animals must be slaughtered.

From the situation where the sad arrow was shot just now, the beast should have only refined a little fur of the sad arrow, but it was just a little fur, and it was always refined.

As long as you kill him, the Arrow of Sorrow will reappear.

Thinking like this, Hei Wang endured the remnants of the oil lamp, and stepped out in the direction where Ling Zhi landed, and raised his hand to blast out with a punch.

This punch is not very powerful, but it is already the strongest attack he can send out at the moment.

However, he believed that with the current state of the little beast, there would be no problem at all with a punch.

At the same moment, Ling Zhi's five internal organs that fell to the ground shattered, and his fist was constantly enlarging in his pupils, but he couldn't resist even with the slightest strength, and he couldn't even use his divine sense to crush the transfer talisman and escape.

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