As soon as a sense of crisis rose in Song Wenwen's heart, he saw a dazzling cold light flash in front of him.

The light appeared so suddenly, and the speed was so fast, that he didn't have time to dodge at all, and could only hold his palm in front of him almost instinctively.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and five fingers stained with crimson blood rolled to the ground at the same time.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and five fingers are cut off in an instant, and the severe pain can be imagined!

Song Wenwen's face convulsed together at this moment, looking so hideous and terrifying.

Although he wanted to pick up his fingers on the ground again, the crisis still haunted his heart, and for the sake of his life, his body instantly retreated.

"How about it, Lao Tzu's gift is not bad, right?" On the ground, Ning Hu, who had originally become a cold corpse, actually stood up slowly, his face full of eerie murderous intent.

"Damn, you're not dead!" Looking at Ning Hu, who was 'resurrected from the dead', Song Wenwen was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and his heart was shocked.

Before approaching Ning Hu's 'corpse', he had repeatedly confirmed that Ning Hu was really 'dead', and he also had absolute confidence in the venom contaminated with his one-inch short blade, even if the mid-stage power of the Netherworld Realm was shot by three poisonous blades at the same time, he would definitely be dead or alive!

Moreover, with this method, he had already successfully plotted against two peer-to-peer realm powerhouses of the same level, so he was so sure that Ning Hu was also dead or alive.

Originally, everything went according to his plan, and a moment ago he was still proud in his heart, but now he was calculated by Ning Hu, and his heart felt as if he had been hurt by 10,000 tons.

"Hmph, you think that you know how to calculate, to tell you the truth, Lao Tzu is the originator of this way!" Ning Hu snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

In front of Song Wenwen, Ning Hu slowly picked up Song Wenwen's severed finger and put the storage ring that originally belonged to Cheng Ying back on his hand from above.

"You have a poison in your body, there is no cure at all, why are you still alive!" Song Wenwen asked with an almost roar

He couldn't understand how Ning Hu escaped death and staged such an earth-shattering reversal.

"Anyway, you're going to die, Lao Tzu will make you a ghost!" Ning Hu looked at Song Wenwen, and the mockery on his face was even heavier.

With a tearing sound, the torn clothes on his chest were ripped off and thrown to the ground, revealing his slightly bloated figure inside.

The skin that was originally injured by Song Wenwen's folding fan had already scabbed over at this time, and other than that, there were no new scars.

"This can't be!" Song Wenwen said in a lost voice, he obviously saw the three quenching short blades shot into Ning Hu's body, but why couldn't he even see a wound.

"Keep your dog's eyes open!"

Ning Hu said, there was a slight energy fluctuation in his chest, and then he saw a pale silver armor slowly emerge from his body. The armor was as thin as a cicada's wings, but the defense was extremely strong.

However, at this time, the pale silver armor was also very damaged, and three small black holes that had been eroded were clearly visible.

The moment the armor on Ning Hu's body appeared, all the doubts in Song Wenwen's heart were solved.

"I see," Song Wenwen lost his soul for a while.

Over the years, through secret attacks, even people who are stronger than him have to hate him under his kind appearance.

He thought that he was already an expert in sneak attacks and plots, and his repeated successes made him more confident, and he almost ignored ordinary people of the same level.

It's a pity that he was pecked by geese all day long, and he didn't expect that he would one day be calculated by his peers, which was an extremely heavy blow to his self-confidence.

"Now look at your Grandpa Ning who has reaped your little life!" Ning Hu sneered, approaching Song Wenshu step by step.

He seems to have absolute confidence that Song Wenwen will die in his own hands.

"Do you really think I can be slaughtered by others? It's a big deal, let's die together!" At the moment of life and death, Song Wenshu also launched a ruthless attack.

At this time, he can't show a little timidity, otherwise he is afraid that there is no possibility of escape.

Looking at the fierce Song Wen, Ning Hu sneered again and again, "Didn't you find that you were so weak that you didn't even have the strength to raise your sword?"

"Fart, how can Lao Tzu" Song Wenwen scolded with disdain, but the next moment his face changed suddenly,

"Damn, you actually poisoned you!"

The feeling of weakness and powerlessness in his body made Song Wenwen terrified, according to the current speed of power elapse, I am afraid that in less than five minutes, he will no longer have the slightest power to resist, and can only be reduced to fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered!

His mind was racing, but he couldn't figure out what he was doing.

Suddenly, Song Wenwen's mind flashed with inspiration, and he suddenly realized!

He hurriedly tore open the fingers that had just been hastily bandaged, only to see that those broken fingers had begun to turn black, but he did not feel any discomfort.

"Despicable and shameless!" Song Wenwen cursed, and a dagger appeared in a flash of light in his right hand, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he actually chopped off the palm of his left hand directly!

Song Wenshu, who looks like a scholar, is so cruel to himself!

"If it's useless, you just accept your fate. In this process, Ning Hu has always been a cold bystander and did not stop him.

If Song Wenwen found out that something was wrong the moment his finger was cut off and cut off the wound, then things would still have a turnaround, but now that the medicinal power of Shixiang Soft Tendon Powder has penetrated deep into his bone marrow, let alone cutting off the palm of his hand, even if the entire arm is cut off, it will not help!

Now, the longer the time drags on, the more beneficial it will be for him Ning Hu, as long as it takes five minutes, it will be easier to kill Song Wenwen than to kill Cheng Ying.

Song Wenwen's eyes flickered continuously, as if he was making some kind of crucial decision.

I saw a flash of light in his hand, and a pill the size of a dragon's eye appeared in his palm, it looked plain, but at the moment when Song Wen unsealed it, a pungent medicinal fragrance quickly spread.

Even if he was far away, just smelling the fragrance, Zhang Yu actually had a feeling of refreshment, and the pores that were originally tense were all dilated.

"Seven pins of pills, and I'm afraid it's still the best of the seven pins of pills. Zhang Yu's heart sank, and he also understood that this elixir must be priceless, and at the same time, he also sighed at the wealth of this Song document.

A touch of heartache flashed on Song Wenwen's face, and as soon as he raised his head and swallowed the pill directly, the rolling medicinal power spread rapidly, and his originally sluggish momentum soared instantly, and he actually returned to his peak in the blink of an eye.

"Ning Hu, give me death!" Song Wenshu roared, holding a folding fan like a sharp blade, and rushed towards Ning Hu.

Looking at that posture, it was very likely to take the opportunity to kill Ning Hu on the spot.

Originally, he still wanted to use it at a certain moment of life and death crisis, but he didn't expect to be forced by Ning Hu to use it in advance, which was equivalent to wasting his life in vain, and the hatred for Ning Hu in his heart could not be washed away by pouring the water of the three rivers!

Ning Hu didn't expect that the elixir would have such a miraculous effect, and he also had some regrets in his heart, why didn't he kill Song Wenshu just now, but at this time, regret was useless, and he had to deal with it with all his strength in the face of anger, and his strength had recovered to its peak.

"Boom!"

In close combat, the terrifying energy directly destroyed the surrounding buildings.

The rubble and rotten wood were scattered in all directions, and the rocks laid on the ground were completely shattered into a piece of powder! The crack the thickness of the adult's arm centered on the two of them, spreading in all directions.

However, Zhang Yu found that the aftermath full of destruction seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of invisible confinement, and it gradually disappeared into the void after spreading for less than a mile, and the degree of destruction here was completely inconsistent with the identity of a powerhouse in the Netherworld Realm

Feeling the power that he couldn't fathom coming from the space around him, Zhang Yu also understood that this must be another masterpiece of the Blood God.

No wonder he didn't feel other energy fluctuations for so long, originally he thought that no one had fought because of the treasure, but it turned out that this battle fluctuation couldn't spread far at all.

Ning Hu and Song Wenwen obviously discovered this anomaly, but the unknown force did not have any restraint on them, and they had no time to care about this.

Now the two have fought a real fire, and each wants to kill the other!

"One finger is safe in the world, and one punch is fixed!"

As a last resort, Song Wenshu finally used his martial arts technique to press the bottom of the box, and suddenly, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth!

The wind roared in the void, and a finger much thicker than an ordinary person flashed on Song Wenwen's left shoulder, and his right shoulder was transformed into a terrifying fist as huge as a small mountain.

The terrifying energy fluctuations emitted from the fingers of this fist made this space tremble violently, as if it might not be able to continue to suppress it at any time.

This Song Shushu not only uses conspiracy and trickery to plot against others, but also has such terrifying strength!

Looking at the punch and finger that were suppressing him at the same time, Ning Hu's heart was also shocked.

If he doesn't work hard, I'm afraid that this fist finger will wipe him out of this world in an instant!

"Break the sky!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, the spiritual power in Ning Hu's body was frantically poured into the palm sword as if it didn't want money, and the power was so huge that even the sword body trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering sword shot up into the sky, and at that moment it briefly broke through the ten-meter confinement, Ning Hu also sensed that something was wrong, gritted his teeth and compressed the earth-shattering sword ray to ten meters below, and slashed it in front of him.

Silently, the space shattered.

The sharp sword in Ning Hu's hand carried an indomitable momentum, as if the heavens and the earth could be torn apart, and the fist fingers condensed by Song Wenwen also had the terrifying power to suppress the entire world into smithereens, and they collided suddenly, and Zhang Yu, who was a bystander, couldn't guess which one was stronger or weaker!