As Ning Zhenxiong's words fell, he raised one leg to make a golden rooster standalone, his right foot was on the tip of his right foot downward, and his whole body was converging on his toes.

At this moment, a terrifying aura enveloped his whole body.

This is the last kick of the seven-fold kick, and even Zheng Nanshan was kicked away at the beginning.

As long as Zhang Dachuan is kicked, he will definitely die, and there is no second possibility.

Feeling the terrible coercion, Zhang Dachuan roared and slowly got up from the ground.

He held his knee in one hand and the black short sword in the other, half-crouched there, raising his face covered in blood, there was no fear in his eyes, only a faint calm.

When he was about to die, he was unprecedentedly calm, exuding an aura called "fearless" all over his body.

At this moment, Zhang Dachuan activated the perspective ability of his eyes, and clearly saw that Ning Zhenxiong was converging nearly ninety percent of his qi on his right leg.

It was the final kick of the seven-fold streak and the strongest blow from Ning Zhenxiong.

And to be the most powerful, it is natural to use all the strength in your body.

In other words, Ning Zhenxiong at this moment, and other places around him, are the most vulnerable.

Ning Zhenxiong no longer has enough qi to protect him.

Of course, the Sevenfold Kick has the ability to lock on the breath, and the last kick is even more terrifying, and there is no need to leave extra Qi to defend.

In the case of the Grandmaster Realm versus the peak of the Bone Refining Realm, this kick will not have any other results.

And what Zhang Dachuan has been waiting for is this time.

He asked himself if he was sure that with Ning Zhenxiong's full defense, he would use the second form of the Fox Immortal Nine Style to win.

Then if you want to win, you must try as much as possible to create favorable conditions for this blow.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dachuan took a deep breath, clenched the black short sword, and staggered to his feet.

Spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, he wiped the blood that covered his eyes, and shouted with a kind of low-level mud leg lifeless momentum:

"Ning Zhenxiong, come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

After saying this, Zhang Dachuan's mind flashed through his wonderful life for more than a year like a movie.

From a fool with nothing to a successful person with a net worth of hundreds of millions, he is very content.

In just one year, he has experienced things that no one else can experience in several lifetimes.

He didn't dare to let it out.

It's already alone, so why not fight again?

Ning Zhenxiong heard Zhang Dachuan's provocation, he didn't speak, but with a solemn face, he kicked the last kick.

Putting other factors aside, the young man in front of him was enough to gain his respect.

And the best way to respect the enemy is to go all out and kill him.

Ning Zhenxiong carried the strong wind, and with a flying kick across the distance of dozens of meters, the qi on his toes broke through the space like a poisonous dragon drill, and let out a piercing scream, piercing Zhang Dachuan's chest.

Zhang Dachuan did not dodge.

He straightened his chest dignifiedly, raised the black short sword in his right hand, and faced Ning Zhenxiong's sevenfold consecutive kick with the strongest kick, roared, and swept angrily.

He also used all his strength.

The black short sword, from right to left, drew a black-red luster, and in front of Zhang Dachuan, drew a brilliant and beautiful half-moon slash.

A low dragon groan, coming from the void, resembles the dragon's wail before it died.

The black short sword was completely activated, as if it had come to life, and suddenly came out of its hand, beating wildly along the afterimage of the half-moon slash, and finally turned into a black lightning bolt and merged into it.

The second form of the fox fairy nine styles - slay the dragon!

This formula, if it is divided according to the level of martial arts, belongs to the top martial arts of the Xuan Rank!

Therefore, it is definitely not something that Zhang Dachuan can show at this stage.

But with the black short sword, this problem no longer exists.

The treasure weapon made up for the lack of Zhang Dachuan's gang qi very well, and at this moment, the sword body replaced the gang qi, which was perfectly integrated into the dragon slaying.

The space in front of Zhang Dachuan was forcibly divided into two under the dragon slaying.

The distorted space, at this moment, absorbed everything around it, including light, and then slashed towards Ning Zhenxiong.

Ning Zhenxiong was still in a kicking posture at this time, ready to end Zhang Dachuan's life.

But looking at the black semicircular slash, his heart was alarmed, and he only felt a feeling of fear spreading from the depths of his heart and quickly taking over his whole body.

The brain frantically gave instructions to escape, and even controlled the body at all costs, making instinctive dodges.

Ning Zhenxiong did not hesitate at all, and chose to follow his instinctive actions.

He forcibly withdrew all the power he had gathered on his right foot, even if it would cause him to suffer a backlash.

A third of the qi was condensed by him in his hands.

It's too late!

In a moment, Ning Zhenxiong had to forcibly prop up a gang qi shield, and use one-third of the hastily gathered gang qi to resist the oncoming black semi-circular slash.

At this moment, his face was hideous, like a dying beast.

The next moment, the hideousness on his face turned into panicked despair.

Because, the Gangqi shield he held up, in front of the black semi-circular slash, was only blocked for a moment.

The Gangqi shield, like a tofu block, was easily cut off.

Finished!

The panic on Ning Zhenxiong's face turned into endless panic.

Then, he watched as the black lightning bolt swept across his palms, across his arms, and across his neck.

At the same time, his seventh kick also kicked hard at Zhang Dachuan's heart.

Zhang Dachuan was struck by lightning, his body was as stiff as shrimp, and he flew out upside down.

This result rejuvenated Ning Zhenxiong's eyes.

After he landed, he took a few steps back and withdrew from the range of the black semicircle, and at the same time breathed a long sigh of relief.

I should have not been hurt.

Thinking like this, he subconsciously touched his neck, because he felt a hint of coolness there.

The next moment, a blood line appeared on Ning Zhenxiong's neck.

Blood gushed out, and the world in front of me began to lose color and turn gray.

Ning Zhenxiong opened his mouth, looking incredulous.

He instinctively tried to cover the wound on his neck with his hand, but found that his palm had been cut off by Zigen at some point, and blood was gushing out from there.

The hot blood took away all the vitality and temperature, and Ning Zhenxiong only felt that his body suddenly became extremely stiff and cold, and he didn't listen to the command.

With a pop, his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees, and then his head sank, and he lowered his noble head.

The world in front of him suddenly fell into darkness.

Before he died, Ning Zhenxiong had only one thought left in his mind:

My dignified Grandmaster, unexpectedly, would die at the hands of a junior in the Bone Refining Realm.