Drawing the Sword

Blood Emperor Mountain is very quiet!

One hundred thousand spectators, no one made any noise.

Even the sound of whispering is hard to find.

Pu Sheng frowned slightly, and a solemn look flashed across his eyes.

Only at this moment did he feel the terror of the young man in front of him.

"Your second punch is pretty good, is there a third punch?"

Zheng Zhi smiled lightly and pretended to dust himself off.

Those three points of leisure, five points of provocation, and two points of ridicule made Pu Sheng's face turn blue and white.

But this time, although he was angry, he did not show it.

Because Zheng Zhi has used his strength to win his approval.

"I think your swordsmanship is pretty good, so why haven't you drawn your sword yet?"

Pu Sheng asked in a deep voice.

"You are not enough for me to draw my sword!"

Zheng Zhi responded calmly.

"This is so cool, full marks!"

There was a sound of discussion in the audience.

Someone said with admiration: "Although he looks like he deserves a beating, but in this situation, I can only feel happy."

"This Pu Sheng is arrogant, domineering, and arrogant. I have long disliked him. Now Brother Zheng can stand up and vent his anger on our Blood Underworld Empire. It's great."

"This guy must be so angry that his lungs are about to explode at this moment. He deserves to be so angry..."

Of course, not everyone is happy to meet Zheng Zhi.

The leader of the Sword Crane Sect, Nangong He, had a spiteful face at the moment.

He wished that Zheng Zhi would be punched to death by Pu Sheng.

No wonder he had such thoughts.

Lin Qiong is a genius cultivated by his Sword He Sect with all his efforts, and he is also the future heir of the Sword He Sect appointed by him.

Now, this genius was instantly killed by Zheng Zhi with one sword.

How can this make him happy?

Today, the Sword Crane Sect not only lost a peerless genius, but also lost its reputation and became a laughing stock...

On the martial platform, the battle continues.

Pu Sheng's face gradually became serious.

The star power around him rioted, blood surged, and he punched for the third time.

Zheng Zhi took out his Nether Armor, circulated the Immortal Body of the Sun, and stepped forward to meet the attack.

Of course, Zheng Zhi's refusal to draw his sword was not just showing off.

The more important reason is that you want to see how much of your strength you can unleash without using a sword?

In the same situation, Zheng Zhi has always been invincible.

If he still needs to dodge when fighting with people in the same situation, then Zheng Zhi has really spent all these years in vain.

So what about Tianjiao?

What about monsters?

As long as you are in the same situation, you should step on it with your feet.

Of course, if you want to say that he is showing off, Zheng Zhi is indeed showing off.

As his swordsmanship improved, Zheng Zhi's thoughts also changed, but this thought was strange.

He thinks that ordinary people are not worthy of letting him use the sword!

Sword cultivator, the sword in your hand should be used to kill those who can be killed.

If not, then you are degrading yourself!

However, Zheng Zhi ultimately underestimated Pu Sheng's strength.

The two sides clashed with fists and continued to exchange blows.

After a few rounds, Zheng Zhi fell into a disadvantage.

The two fists collided in mid-air, and the ice star power covering Zheng Zhi's fist was immediately shattered.

Zheng Zhi himself was also shaken back violently by Pu Sheng's fist.

How could Pu Sheng miss such a good opportunity?

Stomping the soles of his feet, he stepped forward.

The fist covered in bloody light poured out like a heavy rain.

Zheng Zhi responded with a fist, but was also suppressed.

His body shape kept shrinking.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at his current appearance, he looked even more embarrassed.

A suit of shining armor, dull and full of cracks.

Especially the chest area has long been dilapidated.

"What a domineering boxing skill!"

Zheng Zhi was shocked.

His physical body is inherently tough, and the Nether Armor condensed with his peak cultivation in the Star Realm is even more indestructible.

Even the sharp edge of the innate spiritual weapons cannot cause any damage.

But this Pu Sheng's fist can not only break his Nether Armor, it can also damage his body while breaking his Nether Armor.

It can be seen that the opponent’s punch is strong!

Of course, this is reasonable, after all, they practice the ancient martial arts "Yelian Emperor Dao Fist"!

Every move contains domineering imperial power.

Zheng Zhi was frightened, and Pu Sheng was even more frightened.

His fist strength is extremely domineering, and the peak of the ordinary star realm is no match for him in one blow.

But the young man in front of him blocked his punch with just his physical body and the armor transformed from star power.

How incredible is this?

"If you don't draw your sword, you will definitely die."

Pu Sheng shouted violently.

The young man in front of him was obviously a swordsman, but when fighting him, he still refused to draw his sword.

In his eyes, this was no different than contempt.

"If I draw my sword, you won't be able to fight back."

Zheng Zhi smiled lightly.

"Then go die!"

Pu Sheng was furious.

No more nonsense, just punch him out.

As the fist light erupted, the entire martial arts platform trembled slightly.

The blood-colored fist light shines like the sun. As the fist light flickers, the shadow of a lotus flower is particularly eye-catching.

Ye Lian Huang Dao Fist was unleashed.

Feeling the terrifying power of the fist, Zheng Zhi's pupils shrank.

Without hesitation, the sword of judgment was unsheathed.

The sound of swords echoed everywhere.

A strong wind swept across.

"Wind Kill!"

A sword is as fast as a storm, as fast as lightning and thunder.
To be continued...