With that miserable face, Sima Zixuan's face was swollen, and all the front teeth in his mouth were broken.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, blood was constantly oozing from large and small wounds, and he could only breathe half a breath.
With his body in Jing Shui's hands like garbage, with a weak breath, Sima Zixuan raised his swollen eyes like a panda and looked at Sima Shuanghao.
"Dad, daddy!...Help, help me...ah!!" Before Sima Zixuan could finish his words, a cold light flashed in Jing Shui's eyes.
Lifting his jade-white calf, Jing Shui kicked Sima Zixuan's knees to pieces, then raised his palm and slapped Sima Zixuan's lower abdomen hard.
A muffled sound like a balloon exploding suddenly came from Sima Zixuan's body.
Then, Sima Zixuan's body suddenly trembled violently, his eyes rolled and he hit the ground heavily.
"Xuan'er!!" Looking at Sima Zixuan lying limply on the ground motionless, Sima Shuanghao was startled and hurriedly knelt down and reached out to touch Sima Zixuan's wrist.
Fighting energy poured into Sima Zixuan's body. Sima Shuanghao looked at Sima Zixuan's empty body and the broken cyclone in his lower abdomen. For a moment, strong resentment surged into his heart.
Sima Zixuan became a nine-star fighter when he was only seventeen years old. He was already regarded as a genius in the Sima family.
Sima Shuanghao originally had high hopes for his son, but he didn't expect that Jing Shui actually kicked his kneecaps and shattered the cyclone storing fighting energy in Sima Zixuan's body with one palm.
Once the cyclone broke, even if Sima Zixuan recovered from his injuries, if the cyclone burst and his knees were shattered, he would still be a lame cripple for the rest of his life!
"Damn woman, I will kill you!" Sima Shuanghao yelled angrily, his eyes were red, he waved the fighting spirit in his hand crazily, and attacked Jingshui with an evil force.
Seeing this, Jing Shui's eyes darkened, and his face sank even more. He alternated his hands and saw the light blue wind-type fighting energy rushing out.
Jing Shui's arm immediately trembled when his palm met Sima Shuanghao's, and then both of them stepped back.
After just taking a step back to stabilize his figure, Sima Shuanghao looked fiercely at Jing Shui and struck again.
Jing Shui on the other side took dozens of steps back before he could manage to stabilize his figure.
Her arms were already sore and numb, Jing Shui looked at Sima Shuanghao who was charging towards her again, bit her silver teeth, and raised her hand to face Sima Shuanghao again.
Although Jing Shui is strong, it is difficult to bridge the cross-class gap between her and Sima Shuanghao.
Soon, Jing Shui fell into a disadvantage.
Then, Sima Shuanghao stretched out his hand again, and his sharp dead wood claws firmly grasped Shang Jingshui's shoulders, penetrated the thin clothes, and suddenly nailed into Jingshui's skin.
"Hiss..." The sharp pain made Jing Shui take a breath and raised his palm to slap Sima Shuanghao's paw.
But before Jing Shui's palm could hit Sima Shuanghao, his pair of dead wood-like claws violently tore open Jing Shui's skin.
Strong pain hit, Jing Shui's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body trembled violently.
"Go to hell, you little bastard!" Seeing this, Sima Shuanghao's eyes flashed with cold light, his hand flashed with green light, and he stabbed Jing Shui's neck violently.
The claws on the hand are three points sharper than the blade. If he is hit, Jing Shui will definitely die on the spot.