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Chapter 1896 You are the powerhouse

Wang Zhijie slumped down heavily.

He looked at his bare right arm and let out a shrill scream. Blood spattered and soaked his whole body. Even when the broken arm fell, his fingers were still twitching slightly.

"Boom!"

The entire soundproof glass suddenly shattered and was carried by the strong wind, shooting towards the man in black in the corner.

Cao Xing frowned, a cold light burst out from his eyes, and with a wave of one hand, several dark whirlwinds condensed out of thin air, blocking all the glass particles that were attacking him.

In the strong wind, a wisp of cold light filled with murderous intent.

Cao Xing made a seal with both hands, and billowing black mist surged out from his body, turning into a flying sword that was completely black.

Bang! The sound of the collision of gold and stone came out, and the clear and crisp sound shook the place with an evil spirit.

Almost at the same time, the LCD TV, luxury red wine, glass coffee table and other fragile items in the private room were all shattered by the shock.

A strong wind rushed in from the window.

The wind made a hunting sound come from the corners of Tang Ming's clothes. He strolled into the room and stared at Cao Xing with cold eyes: "The evil cultivators in the north dare to go deep into the hinterland of China and seek death!"

After Cao Xing saw Tang Ming's appearance, his face became even more gloomy: "I underestimated you. It seems that Wang Zhijie is really a waste. He wanted to deal with you, but in the end he didn't even find out your strength."

Conversation between two people.

Wang Zhijie's face changed slightly as he lay in a pool of blood. He couldn't help shouting: "Cao Xing, what do you mean?"

"What are you still doing?"

"This bastard dares to break my arm. He is dead. Hurry up and cut off his head!"

Wang Zhijie looked crazy and roared hysterically.

Just roaring.

Only then could he suppress the severe pain in his broken arm.

"What a waste."

Tang Ming's tone was calm: "It seems that you evil cultivators saw his stupidity and got in touch with him secretly, right?"

"nature."

Cao Xing said quietly: "If you are too smart, we won't dare to contact you."

Evil cultivation is ultimately evil cultivation.

In the Chinese secular world, once discovered by the Military and Military Administration, they will be killed without a doubt, and they can be killed first and then reported.

All evil cultivators have always kept a low profile, or deliberately cling to some wealthy and powerful families, using their disguised identities to act secretly.

"Let's not talk about this idiot for now."

Cao Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tang Ming: "Compared to him, I am more curious about your identity. There are no warriors with your name on the register of the Military and Weapon Administration. Who are you?"

Tang Ming laughed: "I thought you and the Heavenly Demon Sect were working together, but now it seems that you should belong to different forces."

"What do you mean?"

Cao Xing frowned.

"It's very simple."

Tang Ming smiled and said: "If you collude with the Heavenly Demon Sect and come to Jinling City, then they will definitely tell you to be careful."

"This person is not a guard of Jinling, nor a general warrior."

"But me."

The words fell.

Tang Ming took a step forward, and the mighty sword intent was released, covering the entire room.

The sword energy was suffocating, cutting deep ravines on the ground and walls. Not long after, two sword energy vortexes spread forward.

Cao Xing's cold eyes narrowed, and he reached out to grab the black flying sword in front of him. The moment he grasped the sword, his whole body suddenly erupted with fierce soul fire.

Boom! The soul fire spread, spreading from his whole body, and even the flying sword was covered by the soul fire.

"With my soul, the soul-eating flames!"

"Bah!"

Cao Xing held the sword with both hands, his aura surged, and his peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivation enveloped the entire audience.

He slashed forward with his sword, the sword energy roared, and the soul fire exploded more and more.

Cao Xing defeated the two whirlpools of sword energy that came towards him, and with no loss of momentum, he turned into black lightning and struck down at Tang Ming. His footsteps were ghostly and his sword moves were even weirder.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! The sword energy suddenly appeared in the room, and its trajectory could not be traced at all.

Tang Ming stood there quietly without any reaction.

"court death!"

Cao Xing realized that he was being looked down upon, and his murderous intent became even more violent. He appeared on the right side of Tang Ming with a sliding step, slashed with his sword, and four evil skulls suddenly condensed, grinning and biting at the target.

The dark wind blows gusts, and the ghosts howl again and again.

Tang Ming's response was also very simple. He just raised his right hand lightly and stretched out a finger.

Point it out.

A black energy instantly condensed in the void, filled with a deadly and deadly aura.

Finger of Nirvana! “Bang!”

Quietly, the four skulls collapsed instantly.

Even the sword energy in the room was suppressed by the breath of death.

"What!"

Cao Xing's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly looked up and retreated immediately without thinking, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It didn't matter that the secret technique was broken, and he didn't expect to subdue it with just these four skulls.

The issue is.

The opponent's movements to break his secret technique were extremely casual. He defeated the secret technique with just one finger. This was what frightened him.

"who are you!"

Cao Xing couldn't help but drink violently.

"I told you that you don't recognize me either."

Tang Ming said quietly: "To be honest, you evil cultivators from the north are not only inferior in strength, but your methods of committing chaos are also childish. They are far inferior to the cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect at least knows how to mobilize the local strong men and send the corresponding evil cultivators of the sect to deal with it."

"It turns out that you are lucky. You followed Wang Zhijie to Jinling without making any preparations. In fact, you don't even know the information on the Tianbang?"

Tianbang! Cao Xing trembled all over: "Are you a strong person on the Tianbang?

You are in the state of transformation into gods!”

at this time.

The door to the room was forced open, and seven or eight sturdy guards rushed in.

"Quick, protect Mr. Wang!"

"Damn it, Mr. Wang's right arm is broken, call an ambulance!"

"Damn it, who did this..." These Wang family guards obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet. When they saw Wang Zhijie lying in a pool of blood, they hurriedly tried to rush in to save people.

There were even a few people who took out weapons and pointed them at Tang Ming.

Suddenly, a coldness flashed in Cao Xing's eyes, and he suddenly reached out his hand, with his five fingers forming claws, and stabbed the two Wang family guards in the backs and hearts.

Two bloody arms stretched out from in front of the two guards.

In the palm of his hand, he was holding two warm hearts.

"Blood sacrifice!"

Cao Xing shouted suddenly, crushing the two hearts directly, blood splattered, and a violent aura exploded.

Boom! Boom! The two corpses exploded into bloody foam. Cao Xing held the black flying sword and slashed towards his side.

Cold light flashes.

Four heads rose into the sky, blood spattered for several meters, and even the ceiling was soaked with blood.

He killed several people in a row and devoured their vitality and blood essence.

Cao Xing's eyes were scarlet, and his aura was rising. He stared at Tang Ming, and suddenly threw the black sword burning with soul fire in his hand.

Whoa! The sword energy roars, and the murderous intention is violent.

The moment the black sword left his hand, Cao Xing quickly took out a dark yellow talisman from his arms, with complex runes engraved on it. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood.

The blood condensed but did not disperse, and then all the blood in the surrounding corpses were swallowed up by the talisman.

Space waves rippled.

The formation on the talisman is clearly a teleportation formation.


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