Nine cranes came out together, their roar ringing in the ears, deafening and deafening.
In an instant, two sword movements collided fiercely in mid-air.
The terrifying power that erupted stunned everyone watching the battle.
Seeing the young man fighting fiercely with Nangong He, all the disciples of the Sword He Sect were astonished.
They have never underestimated Zheng Zhi.
But when I saw Zheng Zhi fighting with his own eyes against the previously unfathomable sect master, he felt like he was in a state of confusion.
But what really shocked them was yet to come.
The stalemate between Jiuhe and the blue sword light lasted only for a breath.
Covered by a more dazzling light.
The confrontation between the two shocking swords will soon determine the strength and weakness.
Everyone watching the battle stared straight ahead.
"Sect Master, will you win?"
A Jianhe Sect disciple whispered in an uncertain voice.
"Nonsense, who is the sect leader?
How could he be defeated by a star-level ant?"
Yuan Lou immediately scolded.
However, even though he spoke cheerfully, his eyes still shone with an undying light.
The next moment, Yuan Lou's expression changed.
Almost at the same time, the expressions of everyone in the Sword Crane Sect changed.
"Crack!"
The sound of the sword shattering resounded in my ears.
I saw that the giant crane transformed by the force of the nine-headed sword, under the sword force of "covering the sky with one sword", actually froze into frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After freezing into frost for a while, it gradually shattered.
"How could this be so..."
Seeing this scene, Nangong He's face was filled with astonishment.
He tried his best to strike the sword, but was defeated.
However, before he had time to think about it, the blue sword light came straight towards him after killing Jiuhe.
Nangong He's pupils shrank, and at that moment, he really smelled the smell of death.
Without any hesitation, he formed a seal with his hands and the Silver Crane Sword was suspended in front of him.
As the floating sword emitted bursts of silver halo, countless dense sword energies turned into a light shield, enveloping him.
"Xuanhe Sword Cover!"
The sword light was bright, and among the intertwined rays of light, there was a faint shadow of a crane flickering.
However……
The blue sword light arrived in an instant.
Submerged in the sword cover.
And as the two sides touched, the sword cover vibrated violently.
In an instant, a halo filled the air, and the sword shield with dancing crane shadows was already covered with cracks.
As an explosion hit his ears, Nangong He's pupils shrank.
He opened his mouth to say something, but a blue sword light, like lightning, disappeared between his eyebrows.
Nangong He froze on the spot.
There was still a trace of disbelief on an old face.
The bright pupils were still dim.
Zheng Zhi's sword shattered his life...
But at the moment when Nangong He was about to die, Zheng Zhi suddenly appeared in front of him with a quick step.
"You can't die."
Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and put a finger between Nangong He's eyebrows.
As a trace of soul power was injected into Nangong He's eyebrows, the latter's vitality that was about to disappear gradually regained a trace.
Nangong He looked confused.
Obviously I don't know why Zheng Zhi would save him.
But what Zheng said directly made his expression change: "You have to live because I want to invite you to watch a show."
Zheng Zhi was smiling when he said this.
But in Nangong He's eyes, this smile was like witnessing a ghost laughing, sending a chill straight to the sky.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Nangong He stared at Zheng Zhi with his eyes.
"I will not only kill you, but also let the sect behind you bury you with you."
Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and spoke slowly.
The understatement sounded as if he was just stating a trivial matter.
After one strike, Zheng Zhi's face turned pale.
This sword nearly exhausted 70% of the star power in his body.
But Zheng Zhi didn't take it seriously at all.
At this moment, he was smiling, but underneath that smile was a murderous intent.
The whole person was like a dead tree blooming with spring, his whole body was trembling, and his old face was almost distorted.
He shouted angrily: "It's no harm to your wife and children. Zheng Zhi, why did you kill them all like this?"
"You also know that harm will not harm your wife and children?"
Zheng Zhi raised his eyebrows, his murderous intent even more intense: "Then you still attack my disciple?"
"Why, you are only allowed to bully the weak, but I am not allowed to kill them all?"
"you……"
Nangong He was speechless.
There was even a hint of regret in my heart.
But when he thought about the consequences of Zheng Zhi's plan to destroy the sect, those old eyes stared at Zheng Zhi: "Zheng Zhi, you will not die well."
"maybe."
Zheng Zhi grinned, not caring at all: "But you will never see that day after all."
"However, although you can't see me die, you can see your disciples being killed by me before you die. This scene should be good to you, right?"
With that said, he released his fingers from Nangong He's eyebrows, turned around and walked towards the direction where the masters of the Sword He Sect were.
Zheng Zhi left a trace of his soul origin in Nangong He's mind.
This trace of soul origin is enough to lift half a stick of incense for Nangong He.
And with this half stick of incense, he wanted to invite Nangong He to watch a good show.
"Qiu Chan, close your eyes."
Zheng Zhi looked at Xia Qiuchan not far away and whispered.
"oh."
Xia Qiuchan nodded and closed her eyes obediently.
Although, she knew what Zheng Zhi was going to do.
After several months of practicing with Zheng Zhi, the girl is no longer as weak-minded and afraid of blood as she was before.
But she always obeyed Zheng Zhi's words.
While closing her eyes, a warm current flashed through the girl's heart.
She could personally feel Zheng Zhi's concern for her.