"Boy, I don't understand what you mean." Nangong Haotian was secretly surprised by the question, but then said in confusion.
The powerful killing god smiled coldly and said: "I can see that your martial arts tonight have improved compared to the day before when you used the cloud-turning hand just now."
"Really?" Nangong Haotian shook his head and said, "Boy, I think it's no different from the day before yesterday."
When the powerful killing god heard this, he stared at Nangong Haotian. Nangong Haotian did not give in at all, and the two looked at each other.
For a while, the powerful killing god didn't see anything in Nangong Haotian's eyes. He could only ask angrily: "Why didn't you use the cloud-turning hand when you fought against the old beggar the day before yesterday?"
"Hmph!" Nangong Haotian said without hesitation: "It was because you didn't use the vicious move of two dragons grabbing the pearl."
At the end of the sentence, he glanced at Situ Meng who was adjusting his breathing with his eyes closed, with a disdainful tone, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The powerful killing god seemed unwilling to talk about Situ Meng's use of two dragons to grab the pearl. After thinking about it, he continued to ask: "Since your martial arts did not advance and you did not win at that time, why are you here to cause trouble again tonight?"
"Whether you win or not depends on your state of mind." Nangong Haotian quickly said seriously, "I can see that your martial arts skills, senior, are not much higher than this kid's. It's just that because senior has rich fighting experience, the kid was in an anxious mood at that time.
Restless and unable to win..."
When the powerful killing god heard this, anger flashed across his face and he asked: "So, now you have nothing to worry about."
"Whether yes or not, this kid doesn't know, but what I can be sure of is that these things can no longer affect my fighting mood!"
Haotian's handsome face turned red when he was asked. He thought about his situation and sighed: "Young man, I came here tonight to confirm whether my insights are correct. There is no absolute guarantee of victory. If you want to cherish
Because of your reputation, I don’t want to fight with you. As long as you nod, the kid will immediately turn around and leave."
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Tie Zhan Qiong Shen couldn't help but laugh angrily and said, "However, the old beggar advises you, one day you will regret it endlessly."
At this point, the powerful killing god paused, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Nangong Haotian, why don't you take action!"
"Senior, that's offending!" Upon hearing this, Nangong Haotian didn't hesitate and shouted loudly: "Look at the palm!"
Amidst the loud shouting, Nangong Haotian flew forward, spread his palms, and struck the face and chest of the powerful killing god.
The powerful killing god already knew that Nangong Haotian's intentions were not good, especially since he injured Situ Meng with his palm at the very beginning. Now seeing that he had repeatedly reminded him that Nangong Haotian still insisted on fighting, he knew that there was no room for relaxation now.
"Bang, bang, bang -" The two of them had already exchanged several moves. The God of Killing was worthy of being a master of his generation. It wasn't until Nangong Haotian got tired of his moves that he suddenly shouted "Good job" and thrust out his palms one after another.
After so long, Nangong Haotian has also gained a deep understanding of combat. He knows that what he lacks most now is this aspect, so he needs a lot of combat to help him quickly gain a foothold.
While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian immediately changed his moves as soon as the powerful killing god made his move.
I saw both palms turned over, and the shadows of the palms were like mountains. The sound of the whirring wind was mixed with the "bang bang" sound of the four palms touching each other.
The powerful killing god had already expected that Nangong Haotian would have a new move. When he saw it, it was indeed good. He smiled coldly, shouted loudly, and used all his knowledge to fight.
However, when the fourth palm touched each other, there was a "bang" sound, and the God of Death made a muffled groan, "kick, kick, kick," the God of Death shook his shoulders, his horse's steps were unsteady, and he stumbled directly back.
Situ Meng, who had his eyes closed and withering, heard this and hurriedly opened his eyes. The powerful killing god was actually crushed to death by Nangong Haotian. His face changed drastically and he shouted urgently: "Master——"
The word "father" had just been cursed out of his mouth, which affected the injuries on his body. Situ Meng couldn't help but let out a "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The God of Powerful Killer was taking a deep breath while holding the stake. At this moment, he was startled and turned around quickly. Due to this distraction, he sat down on the ground with a "dong" sound.
This fall to the ground may have aggravated the injury, so the God of Death also let out a "wow" and opened his mouth to spit out a blood arrow.
Situ Meng had already fainted due to the fright just now.
When Nangong Haotian saw this situation, he was stunned. He never expected that his move of turning his palm and flicking his wrist would be so powerful, and he couldn't help but groan.
The powerful killing god put one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. When he saw Nangong Haotian standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but gasp and asked: "Nangong Haotian, why don't you take action?"
"Huh?" Nangong Haotian was stunned by the question and said, "I don't understand, what does senior want me to do?"
The powerful killing god desperately swallowed the blood rising in his throat, and then gasped: "Come here and kill me hard!"
"Senior is joking." Nangong Haotian heard this, clasped his fists slightly and said: "I have no grudge against you, why should I kill you!"
"Nangong Haotian, maybe my old beggar's idea is wrong." This time, the God of Dali Killer was stunned. He looked at Nangong Haotian quietly, took a long breath, and said: "But, it is undeniable.
Your martial arts have made astonishing progress, and you will definitely have adventures on this day and night, and it may not be what I imagined."
Having said this, the powerful killing god closed his eyes, made two hard sounds in his throat, suppressed the rising blood, panted slightly, and continued: "However, I, the old beggar, can tell you frankly, you must
We must learn from Situ Meng's father's example, otherwise, we will regret it in the end."
When Nangong Haotian heard this, he frowned and said blankly: "I don't understand what you mean!"
"You will understand in the future." The Great Killing God smiled lightly and said, "You can leave now."
The powerful killing god suddenly remembered something, and suddenly said seriously: "But you have to remember that Shangguan Xiaowan is not your enemy. Your real enemy of Nangong Haotian is the ghost-faced scholar Shangguan Mi!"
When the God of Powerful Killing mentioned the ghost-faced scholar Shangguan Mie, the hatred between his father and mother, Nangong Haotian's heart aroused, and he resented himself even more for leaving his blood-sea enemy so close at hand instead of looking for him, but instead came to this place to fight for power.
Being ruthless is just for the sake of temporary success.
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian said with some annoyance: "I know that when I came to the northwest mountainous area this time, I was looking for the ghost-faced scholar Shangguan Mi."
Panting slightly, the powerful killing god who was able to control his injuries smiled coldly and said: "I'm afraid you won't be able to find him in the northwest mountainous area."
"Can't find it!" When Nangong Haotian heard this, he couldn't help but laugh angrily and said, "I've searched all over the world to pluck out his heart alive to comfort my parents' souls in heaven."