Sun Ning pinched Sima Xuan's neck, his face was as dark as water, and he said nothing.
"Kaka..."
But the crisp sound of his throat being crushed could clearly be heard from his fingers. When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but change their expressions.
What a cruel boy!
As soon as he made a move, he couldn't help but break his neck!
Sun Ning threw the mud-like Sima Xuan heavily to the ground like he was throwing garbage. The force was definitely not light, and when he used his dark strength, there was a sound of broken bones.
The coldness in his eyes did not dissipate at all, but he looked meaningfully at Sima Xuan, who was squirming like maggots.
Sima Xuan was screaming.
The scream was very low, because if it was too loud, it would be particularly disrespectful to the Eighth Grade Semi-Saint Association. Especially the Eighth Grade Semi-Saint whose neck was pinched by an unknown boy.
For a dignified eighth-grade half-saint, as long as you don't deliberately destroy the vitality in his body, pinching his neck is still a skin injury. If he activates the half-saint's power to repair it, half of it can be cured immediately.
Of course, the remaining half will take several months to slowly recuperate. Although the physical body of a warrior is very powerful, it is not a leek after all.
In less than a minute, Sima Xuan's injuries recovered a lot. At least from the outside, the neck that Sun Ning pinched into a skewer and connected with flesh and bones basically became normal.
Plop!
Sima Xuan, who had become slightly normal, knelt directly on the ground and begged for mercy with difficulty: "This young master, I am ignorant of Taishan, and I have offended you. Please be generous and bypass me this time..."
Sima Xuan finally understood why Shenjian Villa had to carefully ask him to test the strength of the young man in front of him.
This is actually a super strong man who has controlled the power of the field!
It should be noted that the power of the domain is a magical power that only a strong person above the holy realm can initially control. Even if he advanced to the eighth-grade semi-saint, he would not even dare to think about it.
"Excalibur Villa, if I can escape with my life this time, I will kill the eighteenth generation of your ancestors..."
Sima Xuan's heart was roaring crazily.
When he knew what kind of existence he had provoked, besides his fear and despair, he was filled with extremely strong anger.
This is simply sending yourself into the tiger's mouth.
"It's late."
The young man's extremely plain voice was like the unchangeable command from the mouth of the God of Death: "You offended me so much, do you think you can still survive?"
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a faint light penetrated into Sima Xuan's body, and a shrill scream suddenly sounded out.
But after just a few seconds, it quickly became sinking.
"It's... it's God..."
Under the boundless pain caused by the soul-eating wood thorn, Sima Xuan wanted to say another word, but he could only spit out two words with great difficulty. His vital signs, which were rapidly weakening, were no longer enough to support him.
Of course it was not his conscience that made the discovery.
But his heart is full of hatred. Excalibur Villa has harmed himself to this point. Even before he dies, he still has to reveal some useful information to make them stand up.
After another moment, Sima Xuan even lost the strength to twitch, and there was no sound at all.
Sun Ning showed some confidence, and the two storage rings on Sima Xuan flew into his hands.
He reached into his mind and scanned it, first took out a Yuanjing card and injected it with mana. Because he did not avoid the people around him, a faint light was released from the Yuanjing card, and a series of enviable numbers appeared.
Twenty-two million!
The wealth in Sima Xuanyuan's crystal card actually amounts to one million!
What an enviable wealth.
There was no trace of joy on the young man's face. The storage ring mysteriously disappeared in his hand. His attention fell on the other one, the jade plate containing the seventh-grade heavenly treasure and phantom Buddha's milk.
It appeared in his hands.
"not bad."
Sun Ning tilted his head slightly and put the Phantom Buddha's breasts away. Everyone finally saw a faint smile on his face, and he looked quite satisfied.
Everyone saw that this young man used thunderous means to kill the famous Mr. Sima, and in front of everyone, he did not hesitate to kill and seize treasures. They immediately put away all their contempt and doubts and looked at him again.
, with obvious fear.
Of all the people present, I'm afraid none of them can be as tyrannical as him.
However, he doesn't even look like he's twenty...
This is really hard for everyone to accept.
It should be noted that only when a warrior reaches a certain level of cultivation can he have the ability to have a fixed appearance. This is also related to his own talent for repair, which is not fixed. Some people have such means when they reach the Xuanmen realm, but some people have to reach the Nine Tribulations.
territory.
Moreover, the change in appearance is irreversible. In other words, if you have grown into the appearance of an eighty or ninety-year-old man, even if you become a great saint in the future, it is basically impossible to change your appearance back to the age of eighteen or ninety.
Therefore, all powerful warriors deliberately keep their appearance ageless and look at least thirty years old. This is because those extraordinary geniuses often need to reach this age if they want to cultivate Xuanmen or the Nine Tribulations.
"What Sima Xuan mentioned before he died should be the Excalibur Villa."
There was also a slowness in the young man's indifferent words: "I would like to see how Excalibur Villa explains to me."
After saying that, he went back to the chair where he had just sat and sat down. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. It was obvious that he did not pay attention to any of the people present.
“I’m sure Shenjian Villa will take action soon!”
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they really didn't have the guts to argue with him before he was so powerful. If they didn't want to see the response of Shenjian Villa with their own eyes, many people would have wanted to leave.
Just when Luo Jiayin and Liang Jianhao were shocked by Sun Ning casually killing Mr. Sima, a disciple from outside the sect suddenly came to report: "Miss, eldest son, the 'Sword Saint' who had an appointment with the village owner earlier has arrived."
Liang Jianhao was startled and asked quickly: "Where is Mr. Ya Sword Saint now?"
"In the VIP room on the top floor of the owner's house."
Even Luo Jiayin did not dare to neglect the arrival of Yajian Sheng Tang Weiyi, the master of Ziyang Palace in the Great Golden World. The two had to temporarily put aside their supervision of Sun Ning and hurried to the VIP room.
In the quiet and elegant VIP room, the light fragrance of the fine tea fills the whole room with a refreshing fragrance.
Tang Weiyi was dressed in coarse linen clothes. He sat quietly with his eyes closed, his aura unfathomable. On the table on his right was his world-famous only sword. The heavy sword had no edge, and his aura was simple and dim, but it made people feel extremely sharp and powerful.
Murderous intent.
"Niece Luo Jiayin (disciple Liang Jianhao) joins Master Ya Swordsman!"
Stepping lightly into the VIP room, Luo Jiayin and Liang Jianhao both knelt down and saluted this extremely domineering being.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with this.
Even their father and master, Luo Tianchi, the owner of Shenjian Villa, would bow down to Tang Weiyi and respect him as a junior. (To be continued)