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If it weren't for Wu Caining's repeated obstructions, saying that there was a misunderstanding between the two parties, just relying on a mere Ling Zhi, even if he was the peak strength of the Martial King, he would have become a fragment torn by countless people on the scene.

"Kill!"

Ling Zhi also did not hesitate, almost at the same time that Wu Qinglan gave the order, the Blood Drinking Madness Knife had already been sacrificed, and the blood-colored sword that had condensed the power of nearly five million dragon elephants turned into a substantial killing force Changhong, rolling up a wave of sword vortex in the void.

The rolling knife waves were churning, and the endless killing intent was rampant, and in an instant, the scene turned into a bloody Shura hell.

Nearly three hundred disciples of the Earth Martial Heaven Martial Realm, under this sword, directly turned into blood mist powder, and more disciples came one after another, but except for the few Martial Kings, they could still block a little and survive. Under the Martial King, he couldn't hold even a breath, and was instantly taken away by the blood-colored sword Changhong.

What's even more frightening is that as the sword momentum Changhong devoured and shattered more and more people from the Nine Turns Holy Palace Gate, those who were lucky enough to escape suddenly found that the power of the sword that Ling Zhi swung was not only not weakened by half, but became more and more majestic and terrifying.

After a few breaths, Mo said that the power of the bloody sword was stirred, and the murderous ripples that permeated far away alone were already like a terrible wind blowing from hell, almost killing when they hit it, and they were injured when they touched it.

"Brute ......"

A bloody cry came from Wu Qinglan's mouth, and endless hatred burned in the bottom of her heart. Wu Qinglan didn't hate Ling Zhi, but hated herself.

Just when she gave the order, she should have done it, but because countless people rushed over, she hesitated a little.

Or deep down in her heart, when she knew that it was only Ling Zhi who came over today, she didn't take Ling Zhi seriously from her bones.

But that half-breath hesitation brought a catastrophe to the entire Nine Turns Holy Palace.

Don't say that Wu Qinglan can't regret it, it's Senior Sister Qingru who followed behind, including the more than a dozen martial kings and genius disciples Wu Caining who didn't do it in time at the scene, all of them had dull expressions, as if they were crazy.

"The Palace Master ......"

The first to come back to her senses was the girl Qingru, when Wu Qinglan hadn't made a move, she immediately burst into cheers.

"Little brute, I, Wu Qinglan, swear that if I don't peel your soul refining skin, I will be born from Goolan Academy......"

With vicious words in his mouth, Wu Qinglan didn't hesitate any longer, and the powerful Martial Emperor Realm frantically crushed towards the center of the battlefield, and at the same time, he raised his hand and slapped it towards Ling Zhi's chest.

If Wu Qinglan made a move at the first time of Zhi, no matter how strong Ling Zhi was, he had to temporarily avoid his edge, and then break it with the help of the transfer charm.

However, now, after killing hundreds of Earth Martial Heaven Martial Realm Sect people in a row, Ling Zhi's dragon elephant power had skyrocketed by nearly a million, reaching a terrifying six million or more.

It may be a bit difficult to compete head-on with a Great Emperor with this strength, but it is also a joke that the other party just wants to use the Martial Emperor Realm to suppress him.

When he felt that the earth-destroying realm was crushed, Ling Zhilian, while continuing to urge the Blood Drinking Crazy Knife to kill at the limit, raised his hand and pointed out.

The terrifying finger power of the anti-heaven and anti-god command blasted out, and the Martial Emperor Realm, which was unable to completely suppress Ling Zhi, was like a broken eggshell, and after a "click" sound, it immediately disappeared into nothingness.

It was at this time that Wu Qinglan's hateful palm pierced through the endless sword killing vortex, and it appeared in Ling Zhi's chest less than three points.

"Get out!"

Ling Zhi's eyes widened, and he also did not choose to retreat, but attacked with a backhand.

Rumble......

The fists and palms were exchanged, and a terrifying sound of vitality explosion exploded between the two, Ling Zhi's face turned pale, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but his legs were as if they had taken root, and they were stuck in the ground, and they didn't retreat.

"You ......"

Wu Qinglan's expression changed drastically.

It seems that he never dreamed that his dignified Martial Emperor's palm was slapped, and in the real hard fight, the little beast Ling Zhi not only did not die as immediately as imagined, but just spit out a mouthful of blood and finished the matter.

Wu Qinglan couldn't figure it out, but Ling Zhi's heart was with Spiegel.

Although Wan Xie had already told him that if he wanted to confront a great emperor head-on, he needed at least the power of ten million dragon elephants. But that was Emperor Wu's comprehension of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and all kinds of laws and supernatural powers were taken into account.

In fact, purely in terms of strength, let alone the Great Emperor, even if he is the Heavenly Emperor, he may not have the power of more than four or five million dragon elephants.

Wu Qinglan was furious just now, giving up his Martial Emperor's magical ability to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and choosing to attack Ling Zhi with ** strength, which was completely based on his own shortcomings and his strengths, and it was already rare not to be blown away by the opponent's punch.

"Is this the so-called Emperor Wu? I've been so ......."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ling Zhi did not choose to strike again, but instead lifted the Blood Drinking Madness Knife and spun it towards the void, leaving a huge crimson ravine on the earth, and opening up a distance from the countless disciples of the Nine Turns Holy Palace.

Killing is not the goal, just to let the other party know that he is not a soft persimmon, and anyone can handle it.

Now that this goal has obviously been achieved, then it is time to talk about the conditions. He believed that Wu Qinglan should know how to choose after facing him.

Wu Qinglan's whole body trembled when she heard Ling Zhi's voice.

It's not that I'm afraid, but I was angry by this sentence, and it's even more heartbroken for countless dead disciples.

At this time, if she still comes to Ling Zhi and is not afraid of her, then she is not worthy of being Emperor Wu and the master of the first palace.

"Master, how are you?

Wu Cai Ning Qinglan, who had not moved all this time, stood still without speaking, her body trembled slightly, thinking that she had suffered internal injuries, so she hurriedly rushed over and asked nervously.

"Fuck off, you little slut who eats inside and out......"

Wu Qinglan's backhand was a slap on Wu Caining's face, how could she know to keep her hand when she was completely angry at the moment?

A slap was made, and with the terrifying power of Emperor Wu's law, Wu Caining's pretty face exploded into a blood mist in an instant, and the whole person flew straight into the distance like a fallen leaf.

"Demon woman, you dare to ......"

Ling Zhi's face changed, he never expected that this woman would be so cruel to her disciple.

Yan Caining flew into the distance, with the power of the Martial Emperor's Law blessed on her, it was strange not to be smashed to pieces after landing.

The weak water flow cloud step was transported in an instant, and at the same time, several wind control tricks hit his body, stepped out, and jumped straight towards the place where Wu Caining fell.

With Ling Zhi's cultivation strength at the moment, no matter how far the distance is, it is just a blink of an eye, and every eye and hand is enough to reach Wu Caining's body, and suddenly a terrifying killing intent strikes from the back, "Slut!"

"Give Me Death ......"

Wu Qinglan was filled with endless hatred, and almost gathered the vitality of her whole body and blasted towards Ling Zhi viciously.

"The Enchantress ......"

Ling Zhi snorted, but still ignored it, and continued to grab towards Wu Caining, who had landed.

Boom......

Almost as soon as Ling Zhi unloaded the force of the fall and pulled Wu Caining closer to his side, Wu Qinglan's palm landed on Ling Zhi's vest.

The terrifying power of the Great Emperor was like a gushing magma, straight into Ling Zhi's back, penetrating his entire body, and then through his chest, bursting into the void in front of him with a terrifying and deafening sonic boom.

Ling Zhi's face turned pale, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and even the fingers that grabbed Wu Caining were weak, and the two of them both rolled to the ground.

"Ling Zhi...... Why? Why save me?"

Wu Caining, who fell to the ground, was covered with Ling Zhi's blood spurting out, but she didn't care about it, and crawled towards Ling Zhi like crazy.

Ling Zhi smiled and didn't explain. In fact, he can't explain it, he can't say that he can't see death without help, right?

If he really said that, then how could he explain the other disciples who had been frantically killing the Nine Turns Holy Palace before?

"Not dead yet?!"

Seeing that such a powerful palm of his hand only shattered Ling Zhi's sternum and did not kill him, Wu Qinglan couldn't stand still, and the terrifying palm struck Ling Zhi again in the air.

At this moment, an indescribable but terrifying powerful killing intent struck her, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Wu Qinglan's raised palm suddenly froze in mid-air, and Ling Zhi slowly got up from the ground like a ghost.

An arrow, a black arrow, came from sometime and where, quietly levitating in front of Ling Zhi.

Where the arrow was headed, it was the endless condensation of heaven and earth killing power, which was pointing right at her, the lord of the palace.

"Sad...... Tragic Arrow......"

Wu Qinglan was stunned, the identity change from hunter to prey was so fast that her dignified emperor's mind couldn't be changed.

How can it be?

Why is the legendary Arrow of Sorrow here?

Didn't you say that the little beast came from a Kyushu farm?

That small world, I don't know how many times it has been reclaimed by the strong people outside, why hasn't even the tragic arrow, the first killing weapon in the past, been found?

Not only Wu Qinglan was stunned, but the thousands of disciples of the Sacred Palace Gate next to her, including more than a dozen martial kings, including her senior sister Qingru, were all pale and motionless after the arrow appeared. It seems that he is afraid that the slightest big move will lead to the devastating attack of that arrow.

"Live...... Stop......"

Feeling the more and more fierce killing momentum coming from the tragic arrow, Wu Qinglan finally couldn't help but speak, "Don't let go of the arrow, you should understand that with your current situation, even if you barely shoot the tragic arrow, you will inevitably die......"

"Enough ......"

The corners of Ling Zhi's mouth hooked up a sneer, "If I can pull you, the dignified Martial Emperor, to accompany the burial, what is not worth it?"

"Stop, Ling Shaoxia, please hear as clearly as a word......"

In the tragic arrow killing situation that covered the world, Qing Ruqiang, the "girl" who was suffering from the arrows killing Mang, suppressed the chill in her heart, and suddenly opened her mouth and shouted loudly, "As the so-called grievances should be resolved, Ling Shaoxia is talented and has a great future, wouldn't it be a pity if he really died here?"

"I said that I can pull a Martial Emperor to accompany the funeral, I have enough!" Ling Zhi didn't even glance at him, but he just focused more and more on urging the tragic arrow to kill. Even if the vitality and essence blood in his body were swept away like a tide of arrows, he still didn't move.

"What do you want?"

Wu Qinglan squinted, she was completely calm down at the moment.

What to say to avenge the murder of the son, what to say to suppress the slave ants who came out of Kyushu, in the face of real death, everything is a joke.

It was not until this moment that she realized that what she wanted most was not revenge, nor Ling Zhi's life, but her own life, and she wanted to live......

Ling Zhi's gaze froze, and then he looked at Wu Qinglan coldly, and suddenly stretched out a hand into the air, "The conditions I proposed earlier ......"

"Agreed, ten Nine Turns Saint Pill, right? I agree!"

Without waiting for Ling Zhi to finish speaking, Wu Qinglan had already nodded in agreement, and at the same time carefully bent a finger, and with a flick of it, a ring flew towards Ling Zhi, "There are ten Nine Transformation Saint Emperors in this, and in addition to tens of millions of spirit stones, it can be regarded as a loss to accompany you......"

Ling Zhi didn't reach out to take the ring, but "Cai Ning......" to Wu Caining next to him

Wu Caining naturally understood what Ling Zhi meant, and hurriedly reached out for him to catch it, and then leaned out his mind to check it, and then nodded and said, "My master...... The palace master is right, there are indeed ten Nine-Turn Saint Pills inside......"

"You snatched my ring before?" Ling Zhi asked Wu Qinglan again.

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