Wei Zheng roared again, raised his hand and blasted out more than a dozen violent palm winds to hit Xuan Chenxi.
"Sister Xi, be careful!"
Zu Ziyan exclaimed and followed closely behind.
"You can't kill me!" Xuan Chenxi responded in a deep voice.
While speaking, he mobilized his entire body to condense his sword skills to block the attack.
Bang!
The two men's attacks collided, and each retreated a hundred meters away. After Xuan Chenxi stabilized his figure, the blood and energy surging in his heart spurted out.
"Um?!"
Wei Zheng obviously did not expect that Xuan Chenxi, a sixth-grade holy man, could push back so far, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
And while he was still in a daze, Zu Ziyan's sword force had already stopped, stabbing towards his back like a bolt of lightning, as powerful as a broken bamboo.
Although Zu Ziyan is one level lower than her opponent, the ancient sword in her hand is an heirloom of her ancestral family, and it also has the effect of blessing her combat power.
Therefore, when she attacked with all her strength, Wei Zheng, who was passively defensive, could not easily take the sword.
laugh!
Although Wei Zheng avoided the fatal part at the critical moment, the sword force passed through the shoulder blade of his junior.
"Hmm..." Wei Zheng grunted and took a few big steps forward. A large amount of blood gushes out from the blood hole.
What horrified him was that before he could completely stabilize his figure, Xuan Chenxi's sword light had already struck in front of him.
"Damn it!" Wei Zheng's pupils shrank sharply. Without any time to think, he quickly raised his hand to block out a few gusts of wind.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Already injured, he was pushed aside forty to fifty meters by the sword light. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became even more disordered.
"The Wei family has done a lot of dirty things in the past, and you are the culprit. When you get down, remember to kowtow and apologize to those who were harmed by your Wei family!"
Immediately afterwards, Zu Ziyan's voice reached his ears.
As soon as the words fell, a sword force struck like a sickle in the hand of the God of Death.
At this time, Wei Zheng no longer had any hope of avoiding this sword.
The pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and a strong aura of death instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
laugh!
The sword light flashed, and a blood line appeared at Wei Zheng's throat, and blood poured out.
Gulu! Gulu!
He raised his hands to cover his throat, opened his mouth at the same time, but couldn't say a word. He fell straight down, his whole body twitched a few times and then lost his breath.
At that moment, he really regretted it.
I originally wanted to catch up with the big shots behind the opponent through the Holy Blood Gate so that the Wei family could soar into the sky, but I didn't expect that it was over before it even started.
He also knew very well that in today's battle, if the Holy Blood Sect won, it would be easy, but if the Holy Blood Sect lost, then the Wei family would basically be finished!
Even if the family is not exterminated, there will be no place for the Wei family to gain a foothold in this Angel City!
Moreover, his children and grandchildren will definitely have no chance of surviving today!
"grandfather..."
Wei Zhixiang, who had just recovered his breath, saw this scene and shouted heartbreakingly.
"Stop shouting, go down and accompany your grandpa!" Zu Ziyan strolled over.
"No... don't kill me..." Wei Zhixiang's face was full of horror: "Zi... Ziyan... please, don't kill me..."
laugh!
Zu Ziyan didn't talk nonsense to him anymore, and flipped his wrist. After the sword light passed, Wei Zhixiang's throat was cut with a sword just like his grandfather.
