Chapter 17 Kill

"Hmm?"

Seeing Jiang Ming, Nangong Batian was stunned and immediately asked in a cold voice, "Are you the Jiang Ming who killed my grandson? You are so bold! It is unforgivable for a humble monk to dare to bully my noble children!"

Jiang Ming did not take Nangong Batian's words. His face was slightly cold, and his deep hand flashed a light on the martial artist who was fighting fiercely with Jiang Zhensheng. The warrior's body burst, blood stained the sky red, and he could not die.

"You are looking for death! Break the virtual fist, indestructible, smash everything!"

Nangong Batian was so angry that he punched out, and a huge golden fist appeared in front of Jiang Ming with the idea of smashing the vacuum. Nangong Batian's control of power was extremely ingenious. His fist fell into the void under one blow, and then suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ming. There were no shocks and ripples in the space. His fist seemed to grow out of the space, making people unable to guard against it.

Boom!

Unexpectedly, after this punch hit Jiang Ming, Jiang Ming's figure slowly dissipated, and a large area of void was smashed by this punch.

"The shadow? What a fast speed!" Nangong Batian's heart tightened.

Bum!

At this time, Jiang Ming's figure appeared behind Nangong Batian and kicked Nangong Batian's buttocks fiercely. This foot only used ten points of power and could not cause Nangong's body at all, but shocked him far away.

"Ah~~~ Boy, how dare you humiliate me like this? I want you to die." Nangong Batian was so angry that he roared repeatedly, and the hair on his head was windless and automatic. His expression was gloomy and indifferent, and his whole body was full of golden light, like an immortal god of war. As soon as he grabbed his hands, the space where Jiang Ming was located seemed to solidify, and Jiang Ming's body had a momentary stagnation. At this moment, Nangong Batian had come to Jiang Ming, turned his fist into claws, and took out Jiang Ming's stomach.

Tear!

This grab tore Jiang Ming's robe, and Nangong Batian's big hand penetrated Jiang Ming's stomach and appeared on his back. Suddenly, Nangong Batian's hands were stained with bright purple blood, dripping down, looking extremely frighten.

"Jiang Ming!"

Jiang Zhensheng watched the battle, his heart tightened and shouted loudly.

This is that the pupil of Nangong's body suddenly shrank and lost his voice, "You, you have such a serious injury!"

"Idiot!"

Jiang Ming cursed, and his body suddenly shook, and the huge magic spirit swept out. Nangong Batian's body was shaken away, and a trace of blood overflowed from his mouth. Jiang Ming's upper body's clothes also turned into powder, and the six ferocious blood holes pierced by the red chain were exposed to the crowd, and several wounds were still constantly bleeding out.

"You, come on!" Jiang Ming looked cold and pointed to Nangong Batian and said. There is no cowardice in his face, but with a faint disdain.

When Nangong Batian saw Jiang Ming's disdainful expression, he twisted his eyebrows and said coldly, "I don't know whether he is alive or die. He is seriously injured and dares to show off his strength. Today, I will frustrate you to you and let you know that some people can't provoke, and some people can't."

With that, Nangong Ba's naive spirit surged and swam through the meridians with a strange and mysterious trajectory, and then a layer of crystal clear and glass-like film quickly appeared on his body, as if it were an armor cast from glass, which looked extremely exquisite and indestructible.

As soon as this layer of film came out, the whole temperament of Nangong Batian changed, with a thick, crystal and indestructible taste. His figure shook, appeared above Jiang Ming's head, and then punched him. Jiang Ming showed disdain, gently slapped out his face and collided with Nangong Batian's fist.

Bow!

Kkakaka!

Under the bombardment of the two, the real glazed energy formed on Nangong Batian's fist collapsed, and then ferocious cracks spread from Nangong Batian's arm to his body. Finally, the glazed energy of Nangong Batian's whole body burst like a glass suit and became pieces of debris.

Nangong Batian was shaken out, and his eyes showed a strong shock and roared, "How can this be possible? My Xiaocheng's real body can't resist your blow, and you are still seriously injured. How is this possible?"

Jiang Ming ignored the shock of Nangong Batian. He was shaking, magical, and extremely fast, just like a black ghost swimming in the air. He appeared in front of Nangong Batian in an instant, and then slapped Nangong Batian's face.

Five bright red fingerprints suddenly appeared on Nangong Batian's face, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, including two fleshy teeth.

"Kid, how dare you humiliate me like this! You really deserve to die, ah~~~" When has Nangong Batian been humiliated like this? He was so angry that he sprayed fire in his eyes and roared at Jiang Ming again. An endless posture.

Jiang Ming did not fight back this time, but flashed back, flashed far away, looked at Nangong Batian indifferently, showed a trace of mockery at the corners of his mouth, and said slowly, "Who is more like a monkey now, who is more like a monkey?"

Nangong Batian's face was as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, but this time he did not refute it, but suddenly sacrificed a three-foot-long machete, with a solemn look and words in his mouth.

"The first type of Batian three, breaking the virtual!"

Tear!

Nangong Batian gently stroked Jiang Ming, and the void behind Jiang Ming began to be torn apart, and then floated freely in the air like ice on the surface of the water.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming felt a sharp pain in his body, as if an invisible hand was rubbing and tearing his body wantonly, trying to tear his body in half.

"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Ming suddenly changed his color. He had never seen such a strange attack. He hit the space but felt like a prison, and he was a prisoner in the prison. The prison was broken, and the prisoners in the prison were naturally not spared.

In a panic, the torn pain on the body became more severe. The bone pain seemed to make Jiang Ming calm down and began to think calmly in his mind. He used his consciousness to find that this move was not as mysterious as imagined, but there was a strong force to imprison himself in the void, making him feel as if he had integrated into the void. The space was torn apart, and he would naturally suffer.

"Break!"

After figuring out the situation, Jiang Ming's mood was no longer nervous. His eyes were cold and he opened his mouth to spit out a dark magic gas. The dark magic gas burned like a flame. The magic power was extremely mysterious. Wherever he passed, the space actually turned into nothingness. Jiang Ming took the opportunity to break free from the cage of the space, and then suddenly bombarded it out. With one punch, the whole space was fragmented and turned into dust. Jiang Ming's body suddenly moved and broke free.

This horrible blow was connected to Nangong Batian's mind. The sharp attack was smashed by Jiang Ming's punch. Nangong Batian's mind was damaged, and thick blood spewed out of his mouth. His body flew across the air, and even his eyes became dimmed.

"You are so strong, cough..." Nangong Batian struggled to stabilize his body and whispered, "But I won't admit defeat. Next is my strongest move. If you can follow, I won't be wronged!"

Nanggong Batian is completely at a disadvantage at this moment, but he does not have the previous anxiety and is more indifferent. His eyes reveal a trace of fighting spirit, revealing a sense of no regret even if he dies in battle.

Seeing the expression of Nangong Batian, Jiang Ming suddenly thought of the feeling that he would rather die because of cultivation than survive when he was on the verge of death in that gray space; and the man in front of him knew that he would die, but he did not show any timidity. Instead, he would use the strongest unique move to make a final fight. And Jiang Ming suddenly felt that Nangong Batian was not so annoying, at least he was a qualified repairman.

"Good!" Jiang Ming looked solemn and serious: "In order to show my respect for you, I, Jiang, used the strongest move to defeat you and even kill you."

"Thank you very much."

A light smile hung from the corners of Nangong Batian's mouth, and immediately his hands holding the handle of the knife were tightened. A cluster of golden energy gushed out of him crazily, looking particularly hot and dazzling, as if a round of dusk when he knew his existence would soon disappear, desperately releasing his remaining afterglow. Half of the sky was rendered golden, and clusters of golden energy condensed into a real knife light and went straight to the sky.

"Tear the sky!"

Nangong Batian spit out two words faintly and split them fiercely. The golden knife light is like an extremely fast and boundless golden lightning across the sky. Under this line, the sky was like a rag scratched by a sharp knife, leaving a dark and deep opening, like the mouth of a forest beast, from which a strong devouring force came out, and a large area of the void collapsed and sank into this dark opening. In this way, the collapse in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, as if the whole sky has been completely destroyed and torn by this knife. It is in response to the word "tearing the sky".

"tu tu!"

Jiang Ming looked indifferent and did not panic at all. He waved his sword in his hand and spit out two words faintly. An idea of killing everything was mixed with a very devouring magic spirit.

seemed to feel this energy, and Jiang Ming's black epee hidden in space rushed out and automatically flew into Jiang Ming's hand.

Jiang Ming held the sword in both hands and waved it fiercely. The sword light was excited. Wherever it passed, the broken space was completely flat, and then the golden knife light was also smashed by a sword. Finally, a wisp of black sword light ruthlessly split from Nangong Batian.

In the end, the swordmang swept over, and Nangong Batian's body burst into a blood fog, and then completely disappeared, as if it had been smashed by this blow.

Jiang Ming was distracted for a while and muttered, "That's it. Is it over?"

PS: Red ticket, collection, please~~