327: C327 Infernal King

C327 Infernal King

"Not good …" "Brother Nie is not in a favorable position …" Chen Sui frowned and said with a serious expression.

Wu Tie rolled his eyes at Chen Sui and said, "What do you mean it's not good? That's really not good!" How can we fight like this?! "

Shui Yunshang was also full of worry. She didn't even have the mood to talk anymore. She was regretting it now. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have hurt Nie Zhen. Otherwise, Nie Zhen wouldn't have gotten hurt.

"Hahaha!" "I've used up all my spiritual power, and the old injuries have recur. Nie Zhen, you're dead for sure!" Zeng Jue looked at Nie Zhen complacently, and said in his heart, "Finally, I can kill this kid. As long as I stab again, I can destroy this annoying guy completely!" At that time, Yun Chang's appreciation and respect will all return to me! Also, this kid's Spirit Treasure is so strange, after this sword, it belongs to me. Also, that chest armor, and this kid's strange technique … His spirit stones are mine too! That was not a small amount! "

Thinking of how everything on Nie Zhen could belong to him, Zeng Jue felt like he would wake up smiling even in his dreams.

"Go to hell!" Zeng Jue grabbed his Bloodrupture broadsword and stabbed it towards Nie Zhen's chest!

"Nie Zhen, admit defeat!" Duan Rong stood up abruptly and shouted towards the direction of the stage.

Nie Zhen did not even have the strength to move to dodge as his Spiritual Qi was exhausted. However, if he were to admit defeat now, Zeng Jue would definitely not be able to stab out with this sword.

"Yes!" Quickly admit defeat! " At this stage of the battle, even if Nie Zhen admitted defeat, no one would think that Nie Zhen was a loser. In such a disadvantageous situation, Lei Yan was still able to injure Zeng Jue, and it was because Zeng Jue had used his trump card and the Wind Element Talisman, so no one would look down on Nie Zhen. He had already done his best.

Yan Ruoxue's eyes were staring at Nie Zhen on the stage. Although she really wished to see Nie Zhen win the match, but at this stage, the spiritual energy in Nie Zhen's body no longer existed. She really did not understand what else Nie Zhen could do.

However, Nie Zhen simply didn't seem to hear the shouts from his friends in the stands. He stood up and faced Zeng Jue's sword calmly, even revealing a cruel smile.

"Puchi!"

The long sword pierced right through his chest, causing blood to spurt out from Nie Zhen's wound. Even Zeng Jue's face was not spared.

"No!" Shui Yunshang couldn't help but close her eyes. She couldn't bear to see this bloody scene.

"Quick!" Declare the end of the match! "Faster!" Qin Wuyan and the rest hurriedly shouted at the host disciple. As long as they announced the end of the competition, they would be able to go on stage. Nie Zhen's body had just been stabbed, so he definitely wouldn't die so quickly.

"This …" Because of the burst of Spiritual Energy fluctuations that erupted from before, the main disciple was now far away, and even if he rushed back, he would still need some time.

"Prepare the pills! Quickly!" Zhuo Bufan anxiously shouted to the Duobao Sect disciples below the stands. At the same time, Elder Xuan Feng also shouted to his own disciples to prepare to save them.

At this time, Shui Yunshang took out a few bottles of pills from the Storage Ring with tears in her eyes. However, because her hands were shaking uncontrollably, a few bottles of pills fell to the ground.

Yan Ruoxue, who was expressionless, clenched her fists tightly the moment she saw Nie Zhen being pierced by the Bloodrupture broadsword. She felt as if something had stabbed into her heart.

Although there was no expression on Yan Ruoxue's face, she could not suppress the killing intent in her eyes. Not only had Yan Ruoxue prepared a healing pill, but she was also on her guard. If Zeng Jue wanted to kill all of them, she would definitely make a move.

"Haha …" Hahahaha! Nie Zhen, Nie Zhen, aren't you awesome! Who told you to be so awesome! What kind of shitty Infernal King was this! but he still died in my hands! " Holding the hilt of the Bloodrupture broadsword, Zeng Jue looked at the blade buried deep in Nie Zhen's body and revealed a proud smile.

However, just as the host disciple was about to run in that direction, Nie Zhen suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed onto the edge of the Bloodrupture broadsword, letting his palm be sliced open!

"This …" Suddenly, everyone on the stage was dumbstruck. They thought that Nie Zhen had already lost his consciousness and was only thinking about Zeng Jue's life or death, but not only did Nie Zhen move, he even grabbed the edge of the Bloodrupture broadsword.

Even the host disciple who rushed over was shocked. He looked at Nie Zhen with his mouth agape and didn't know whether he should go on stage or not.

"Ugh!" Zeng Jue's face trembled. He wanted to pull out the Bloodrupture broadsword a few times, but Nie Zhen's palm was like a pair of pincers, firmly holding the Bloodrupture broadsword in place. Zeng Jue tried a few times but to no avail.

"Pah!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Nie Zhen took a step forward. At the same time, the edge of the Bloodrupture broadsword also buried a step into Nie Zhen's body.

"This …" When everyone saw such a gruesome scene, they didn't know what to say. The scene was so quiet that even the sound of Nie Zhen's blood dripping onto the ground could be heard.

Then, Nie Zhen actually took another step forward. At the same time, he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zeng Jue like the god of death.

Being stared at by Nie Zhen, Zeng Jue's body started to tremble uncontrollably. Even his hand that was holding the Bloodrupture broadsword started to shake violently.

He did not understand why Nie Zhen did not die and why he was still alive after being pierced by the celestial sword.

"You know. "What is the Infernal King …"

Nie Zhen's voice seemed to have come from the eighteenth level of hell. Although it was a clear and bright day, Zeng Jue seemed to be in the middle of an evil spirit.

"I, I … …. "You …" Zeng Jue's voice was not even as fast as before, and his lips were trembling so quickly that even his legs had gone limp.

He had killed everyone before, but Zeng Jue had never seen such a scene before. At this moment, his heart was completely filled with fear.

"Pah!"

At this moment, Nie Zhen took his last step forward. The blade of the sword had already completely passed through Nie Zhen's body. All that was left on Nie Zhen's chest was the hilt of the sword and Zeng Jue's hand, which had weakened due to fear.

"The reason I am called the Infernal King is not only because I am cruel to my enemies, but also because... I'm just as cruel to myself! "

Nie Zhen's cold words scared Zeng Jue out of his wits. At this moment, Nie Zhen was obviously heavily injured, and the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, but Zeng Jue felt that Nie Zhen was like a demon that commanded 18 levels of hell, while he was incomparably weak in front of him...

"The current you … You can't use the Immortal Sword, and you can't use the Wind Element Talisman, you... Do you think we can escape? " Nie Zhen's eyes looked at the pitiful guy in front of him as if he was looking at a dead man.

Zeng Jue's hair was standing on end. Only at this moment did he realize with horror that he had fallen into Nie Zhen's trap!

Nie Zhen sacrificed himself to control his own footsteps.

Other than defensive power, Zeng Jue's attack power was extremely shocking due to the amplification of the First Level of the Heavenly Stage Immortal Sword. Furthermore, with the Wind Element Talisman, his speed was also extremely fast. Before the Wind Element Talisman lost its effect, it was indeed difficult to defeat him.

If he were to chase Zeng Jue in the arena, Nie Zhen felt that with his remaining spiritual energy, perhaps he would be the first one to exhaust his spiritual energy. At that time, he would really be no match for Zeng Jue.

So when Nie Zhen used the Asura Chopping to clash with Zeng Jue's Martial King Fist, he pretended to be exhausted and lured Zeng Jue to stab himself with his Bloodrupture sword.

After the Bloodmelting Broadsword had pierced into Nie Zhen's body, as long as Nie Zhen could grab onto the Bloodmelting Broadsword, Zeng Jue would not be able to display the attacking power of the Bloodmelting Broadsword in a short period of time. At the same time, unless he gave up on the Bloodmelting Broadsword, Zeng Jue would be completely restricted by Nie Zhen, and the effect of the Wind Walking Talisman would also disappear.

Actually, Nie Zhen's plan was not very good. However, no one would ever think that in order to defeat the enemy, Nie Zhen would use himself as a bait. The price that he would have to pay for this bait was too great! Normal people would never do that!

However, Nie Zhen wasn't human! It was the Infernal King!

Compared to Nie Zhen, those sect disciples really didn't have any intention to kill or kill. In Nie Zhen's eyes, they were like flowers in a warm room!

"Thump!"

Zeng Jue's knees had gone weak from the pressure. He kneeled in front of Nie Zhen. He was convinced by Nie Zhen's aura. This aura was like a god of death, making Zeng Jue not even have the strength to fight back.

Nie Zhen released his grip on the Bloodrupture broadsword. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he raised it high above his head, and then used the Asura Chopping martial skill to strike at Zeng Jue's head!

Boom!

Zeng Jue could almost hear the sound of his skull shattering. At the same time, he was also knocked away by Nie Zhen, leaving a long and deep mark on the ground. Countless rocks were thrown into the air.

Logically speaking, Zeng Jue should be feeling pain all over his body right now, but at this moment, Zeng Jue couldn't feel any pain at all. All that was left in his heart was fear, a fear that came from the soul!

"Infernal King... "The Infernal King …" Zeng Jue muttered to himself. Everything that Nie Zhen did was terrifying to him.

All of the spectators in the stands were subdued by Nie Zhen's huge aura of slaughter at this moment. Even the group of experts with Three Holy Stage at the top of the stands didn't say a word as they stared dumbly at Nie Zhen who was on the stage.

Nie Zhen grabbed the sword hilt on his chest and pulled outwards.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, blood spurted out from the wound in front of Nie Zhen. Nie Zhen's face turned even paler and lost all color.

However, even at this moment, Nie Zhen was enough to scare Zeng Jue!2

Nie Zhen kept his God Killing Sword and slowly walked in front of Zeng Jue. Squatting down, he aimed his fist at Zeng Jue's chest, and under Zeng Jue's despairing eyes, Nie Zhen coldly said: "You have to prepare yourself to be the enemy of the Demon King, the worst case scenario!"

Boom!

Once again, the Asura Chopping was released. Zeng Jue was like a sandbag as he was thrown out of the stage by Nie Zhen.

At this moment, the name of the Infernal King was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

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