After all, as long as Kong Wuchang dies, the position of the chief disciple of the Holy Ji Sect will be his, so naturally the saint Su Zhirou of the Vast Sea Holy Land will also be his!

So what if the great elder asks for mercy?

After all, Kong Wuchang is just a piece of trash, so kill him if you want.

Moreover, Kong Wuchang's arrogant attitude was seen by everyone present.

He still didn't believe that Kong Wuchang was so arrogant, but in the end he couldn't even catch him with a knife, and the great elder would still accuse him!

Therefore, Kong Wuchang was so arrogant and his attitude of not taking him seriously could be said to play into his own hands.

And how could he not fulfill Kong Wuchang's wish?

With this thought in his mind, his sword has already fallen.

And he seemed to have seen the scene where Kong Wuchang was directly cut in half by his sword and could no longer die, and even the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

Similarly, after seeing the power of this sword, all the disciples of Shengji Sect all showed smiles that were indistinguishable from Luo Qinghe's.

Because in their opinion, how could a loser like Kong Wuchang be able to take a blow like Luo Qinghe's.

How could they not be happy about this?

However, whether it was the disciples of the Holy Ji Sect or Luo Qinghe, their smiles froze as soon as they appeared.

Because after the sword fell, the scene they imagined did not appear.

Kong Wuchang was not split in half...

And, not only that...

Kong Wuchang was not even harmed at all.

I saw that Kong Wuchang's right hand had been raised at some point, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand had appeared under the light of the sword at some point.

And the sword's light, at this moment, was no more than no less, and it just happened to fall into Kong Wuchang's two fingers.

Then, it was firmly clamped by these two fingers...

In just an instant, the entire holy platform, covering a hundred miles in radius, fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes were filled with a hint of disbelief, and Luo Qinghe was the first to be affected, especially horrified.

At this time, a voice sounded faintly.

"You haven't mastered this 'Nine-Xuan Hegemon Sword' yet. If you had mastered it, you might be able to hurt me a little bit, but unfortunately, you haven't."

"'Nine-Xuan Ba ​​Dao' is not about the word Ba Dao, but the Nine Xuan."

"In the way of the sword, the power is too strong. If you use all your strength, it will be counterproductive. But if the sword power is reduced by three points and there is still some power left, it will be more powerful. If you miss a blow, you still have enough power to draw the sword and come again.

"

"'Nine-Xuan Tyrant Sword', that's why the Nine-Xuans are in front and not the Tyrant Sword is in front."

"And your sword was struck with all your strength, leaving no room for maneuver. If you really fight against the enemy and miss a single blow, I'm afraid you will no longer be able to fight back and die in the hands of the opponent..."

Kong Wuchang looked at Luo Qinghe calmly and spoke slowly.

And when he spoke, he looked like an elder reviewing the martial arts of his younger generation, and he was so calm and calm.

But such a calm attitude made Luo Qinghe instantly furious, and he wanted to draw his knife and strike Kong Wuchang again.

But... just as Kong Wuchang said, he struck with all his strength, leaving no room for maneuver. With insufficient stamina, how could he pull the long sword away from Kong Wuchang's two fingers?

At this time, Kong Wuchang's faint voice appeared again.
Chapter completed!