Chapter 12: Exchanging injuries for injuries and killing Shenqiao
"Keep your voice down, sir. I'm not deaf." Zhao Wuji glanced at Qin Ming disdainfully, then looked at the seventh elder aside: "Old man, aren't you going to take action?"
"Humph, I don't need a knife to kill you." The middle-aged man snorted coldly.
"Purple Yang Sword Technique!" At this moment, Qin Ming's eyes became fierce, and he used the technique. The sword light in his hand turned into a substantial flame, and continued to burn and expand, and then suddenly shot out from the tip of the sword and hit
Zhao Wuji.
When Zhao Ziyu saw this, her beautiful eyes were startled and she became worried: "Zhao Wuji is young..."
But before he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji's figure looked like a ghost, bypassing the fiery sword light and approaching Qin Ming!
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Qin Ming's figure was like a kite that had broken its string, flying backwards and almost hitting a wall in the hall. A big footprint on his chest was real and clear. Everyone around him couldn't help but gasp when he saw it.
Angry!
"Don't worry, it's just a monk in the sea of suffering, not even a hair." Zhao Wuji made a gesture that he thought was cool to Zhao Ziyu aside, and said with a cynical smile: "I said I would help you solve your marriage problem, so I will.
I will help you solve it. After all, helping others is the basis of happiness."
Zhao Ziyu burst into tears. She had never thought that someone would risk his life so much for her. You must know that the middle-aged man was the elder of Ziyang Clan. If he really took action, Zhao Wuji would probably not be able to survive. Thinking of this, she
I felt moved and guilty inside.
"Pfft." Qin Ming vomited blood, his face was ashen, and veins popped out on his forehead: "Zhao Wuji, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
Whoa!
Qin Ming was covered with wall debris and dust, and his eyes were bloodshot. He clenched the sword in his hand tightly, condensed flames to cover the sword body again, and charged towards Zhao Wuji!
But it's a pity that he is just a sea of suffering, and the Ziyang Sword Art cannot exert its true power. Only when he reaches the realm of Life Spring can he barely accumulate the full power. The little fire he has now is actually just a scratch.
It is okay to deal with ordinary monks of the same level, but there is no way to deal with Zhao Wuji who has a secret of writing skills. If the speed cannot keep up, Zhao Wuji will be invincible at the same level.
After all, only fast martial arts in the world are unbreakable. This saying is still very applicable today.
"Too slow." Zhao Wuji looked at Qin Ming's figure rushing towards him. This time he did not hide, but slashed horizontally with the nine-ring sword.
Clang!
Cha!
Qin Ming's sword was actually bounced away and stabbed firmly into a stone pier.
"With this little ability, how can you become an immortal? Go back to farming!"
When Zhao Wuji flicked the sword in Qin Ming's hand, he said with a smile, turned around and used Xing Zi Mi to bypass Qin Ming's side, and slapped him with his backhand!
Boom!
There was another loud noise.
Qin Ming's entire figure was blown away, and a row of teeth fell out!
"Pfft! Ah! Ah——!"
Qin Ming, who was lying on the ground, vomited blood and screamed like a mad dog. This was not because of pain, nor was it because Zhao Wuji made a last-ditch attack, but because he was not willing to give in, could not stand such stimulation, and was a little crazy, even a little depressed! p>
"It's your turn, old man." Zhao Wuji held the knife in one hand, his eyes became a little deeper at this moment, and he pointed at the middle-aged man.
Everyone in the hall trembled when they saw Qin Ming being beaten crazy, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.
"I don't know whether to live or die." The seventh elder shouted coldly, waved his sleeves, and a ray of red flame shot out!
The red flame shines like a sword, it’s amazing!
At such a speed, Zhao Wuji had no time to dodge, so he could only subconsciously hold the sword across his chest.
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Zhao Wuji's nine-ring sword was broken into two pieces! The whole figure was also shaken out of the hall.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Wuji stumbled to steady himself, his face becoming a little solemn.
He didn't expect this old guy to be so strong. The Ziyang Sword Technique he just used was probably already powerful.
"How dare you compete with the bright moon in a mere sea of suffering?" the seventh elder said, stepping out of the hall with a little rainbow under his feet.
In the covering sky, opening up the Sea of Bitterness is just the beginning. Only when you reach the Life Spring can you fly. But by driving the Hongqiao, I am afraid that the opponent has already reached the realm of the Divine Bridge.
Although there is something fishy hidden in the silver sea of suffering, Zao Wuji's superficial cultivation is just a sea of suffering. If he just meets the life spring, he will definitely not be afraid, but Shenqiao is two realms higher than him, and the difference in strength is two
There's a big difference.
"Do you know the gap?" The seventh elder stepped out of the hall and came outside. He put one hand behind his back and looked down at Zhao Wuji.
"Shenqiao? I came to this mortal world just to get married to a disciple of the Sea of Bitterness. I actually bothered a monk like you to escort me. Is it really just for that marriage?" Zhao Wuji said with a deep look.
"You are very smart." The Seventh Elder did not take action again, but looked at Qin Ming, who was already crazy, and then at Zhao Wuji. He felt compassion: "You have good foundation, even if you are a little unruly, but
Have you ever thought about entering my Ziyang Gate? If you are willing, I will spare your life today."
"Haha." Zhao Wuji suddenly laughed when he heard this. When did he need to be threatened like this to join the sect? He is a principled gangster, and the arrogance in his bones does not allow him to bow his head. This is the foundation for his future enlightenment.
Even if the person in front of him is from the Holy Land, he will never give up if he threatens his life to join the sect.
"Why are you laughing?" The Seventh Elder frowned and showed his sharpness: "Since you have shown your talent, if you don't use it for me, you will be killed by me. You are so smart, you should understand it easily. Besides, Qin Ming has been forced by you.
Crazy, considered a useless person."
"I am indeed responsible for the loss of a genius from your Ziyang Clan." Zhao Wuji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a lazy smile, threw away the broken nine-ring knife handle, and walked towards Qin Ming who was still crying like crazy in the hall.
: "But I also have a request."
"You can ask for whatever you want." The Seventh Elder saw that Zhao Wuji had thrown away the hilt of his sword and made a request, which made him let go of his guard a lot.
"I want this Qin Ming to disappear completely from the world. After all, I really like Miss Zhao, so I just don't want to see my love rival still alive..." Walking to the threshold of the hall, Zhao Wuji raised a hint of dandyism at the corner of his mouth.
Amplitude, standing side by side with the Seventh Elder, while speaking, there was a sudden whoosh sound, and the handle of the knife flew up in the air and returned to Zhao Wuji's hand!
Cha!
Unexpectedly, the half-broken sword directly sealed the seventh elder's throat!
"Beast!"
At the moment when his throat was sealed, the seventh elder also subconsciously fought back, hitting Zhao Wuji with a palm filled with flames!
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
Zhao Wuji's whole body was blown away, and he punched through a wall in the hall! This shows how terrifying this full-strength strike of the Divine Bridge realm is!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of old blood spurted out, and Zhao Wuji's face turned red. This palm almost killed him, and because the distance was too close, although he activated the Xing Zi Secret, he still did not dodge it all.
However, fortunately, looking through the hole he made in the wall, the seventh elder began to spurt blood from his throat, and finally fell to the ground with no signs of life.
This scene was so shocking that everyone in the hall turned pale, as if they had lost their souls. One of the two immortal cultivators who came this time was crazy, and the other was dead! This Zhao Wuji is simply a devil! A real big devil.
Ah!
"Zhao Wuji!"
At this moment, Zhao Ziyu stood up and ran towards Zhao Wuji, who was dyed red all over. His eyes gradually became moist. Just now, Zhao Wuji said that he really liked her, and she obviously took it seriously.