Zizzi! Zizzi!
The originally clear blue sky darkened.
hold head high!
As Li Zhige pumped his fist, a blue dragon pounced out with its fangs and claws spread out. Dense yellow lightnings filled the air, and the sound of electricity sizzled, making the crowd turn pale in horror.
Led by Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, and Wu Sanren, more than a dozen Mingjiao high-level officials all took action to deliver the most powerful blow of their lives, trying their best to block Li Zhige's shocking punch.
boom!
The air exploded layer by layer, and layers of whitecaps rolled.
The huge explosion made everyone temporarily deaf.
Everyone looked at the high platform where the air waves were rolling with dry mouths. When the air waves calmed down, they saw that the high platform made of solid wood had turned into powder.
Taking the place where Zhang Wuji and others were standing as the center of the circle, a terrifying deep pit exploded in the ground within a few feet.
Zhang Wuji stood staggering, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.
Yang Xiao, Fan Yao and others were not in a relaxed state either. Blood spilled from the corners of everyone's mouths, their auras were slumped, and their faces were full of horror.
These high-level officials of Mingjiao, any one of them would be a top player in the world.
But even these top masters in the world, working together with their leader, couldn't completely block Li Zhige's punch.
Divine Fist Li Zhige, he has cultivated his martial arts to an extremely terrifying level, and is simply not something that people like them can resist.
Zhang Wuji looked at Li Zhige, who looked indifferent, and opened his mouth to say something.
Wow!
He opened his mouth and another large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Zhao Min hurriedly ran forward, hugged the nervous Wuji's arm tightly with both hands, and said to Li Zhige in a tearful voice, "Clan Leader Li, we admit defeat. Xie Xun is at your disposal. Don't hurt him."
Zhang Wuji struggled to push Zhao Min away, but he suffered three punches from Li Zhige with all his strength, and his internal organs were already traumatized.
If it weren't for his profound skills and the ability to hold on for a breath, he would have fainted long ago.
Zhang Wuji couldn't push Zhao Min away. He opened his mouth and kept vomiting blood. The vomited blood also contained pieces of internal organs. He looked at Li Zhige with pleading eyes and shook his head at Li Zhige desperately.
Li Zhige understood the pleading in Zhang Wuji's eyes, but ignored it and walked towards the three old monks sitting under the pine tree.
If Zhang Wuji hadn't gone to the Divine Fist Gate to ask for the Yitian Sword, then Li Zhige wouldn't have been able to attack Xie Xun today. But Zhang Wuji asked for the Yitian Sword, and Li Zhige had already paid back what he owed him.
Looking at Li Zhige's back, Yin Tianzheng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and let out a long sigh.
If someone else wanted to kill Xie Xun, their Ming Cult would naturally be able to save Xie Xun.
But the person in front of them is Li Zhige, the second best fist in the world, Li Zhige, they can't stop him at all!
Perhaps in a few years, Li Zhige, the divine boxer, will take the title of No. 1 in the world and become a new generation of martial arts myth.
Zhang Wuji struggled to push Zhao Min away, stumbling to catch up with Li Zhige's back.
His adoptive father's life was already miserable enough, and he could not just watch his adoptive father die in front of him.
But before he could take two steps, Zhang Wuji was about to fall.
Zhao Min quickly supported Zhang Wuji, feeling distressed and blaming him, "You don't want your life? You couldn't beat Li Zhige in the first place, but now that you're in this state, what's the difference between you and dying?"
"Your adoptive father is very important, am I not important? Have you ever thought about me? What should I do if you die?"
"For you, I gave up my identity as the princess and severed my relationship with my father and brother. If you die, I will really have nothing."
"Even if you don't think about me, you still have to think about the hundreds of thousands of brothers in the Ming sect, think about my grandpa and his elders, and think about his great master. Grandpa and great master are old, how can you let them bear the gift of a white-haired man to a black one? Provoking grief?"
Zhang Wuji stiffened and turned to look at Zhao Min, who was crying in tears. He closed his eyes with pain on his face and his strength of struggle became smaller.
Yang Xiao and Fan Yao looked at each other, their expressions were desolate and lonely.
It's not that they are incompetent, because their opponent is Li Zhige, the magic boxer Li Zhige who is known as the second best in the world.
Li Zhige had already walked to the three pine trees, looked at the old monk sitting under the tree, spread out his palms, and said calmly, "Three eminent monks, please!"
Looking at the tall and high-spirited man in front of him, Monk Du'e's single eye flickered with light, his face trembled, he clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"
"Master Li's magical skills are unparalleled, and the three old monks have given up."
"Xie Xun will be handed over to Master Li."
As he spoke, Du'e flicked his wrist and pulled the chain in his hand.
rise!
As Monk Du'e exerted his strength, in the dry well next to him, a tall, rough-looking old man with messy blond hair and a shawl, and only the whites of his eyes without pupils appeared in front of everyone.
The moment this tall, rough-looking old man with messy blond hair and shawl appeared, the entire Songshan Mountainside exploded.
"Evil thief Xie Xun, are you here too?"
"Xie Xun, my father and brother have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill them?"
"Xie Xun, where is the dragon-slaying knife?"
The noise of the crowd did not affect Li Zhige. Li Zhige walked up to the old man and asked calmly, "Xie Xun, in the past Wang Panshan Sword Showing Conference, you killed the master of the Divine Fist Sect with three punches, and the Divine Fist Sect." Do you still remember the dozen or so disciples?"
Xie Xun turned to face Li Zhige. There were only whites in his eyes and no pupils. After thinking for a moment, he replied to Li Zhige, "It is indeed such a thing. Who are you?"
Li Zhige nodded, "Just remember."
"I am Li Zhige, the current leader of the Divine Fist Sect, and I am looking for you to recover the blood debt of the past."
Xie Xun's face was calm, his tone was also calm, and he said slowly, "It should be so. Xie Xun has committed too many crimes in his life, and he should be repaid."
"I have been blind for more than twenty years, but I am not deaf. I have heard of the name of Master Li even as far away as Binghuo Island."
"Master Li, you can kill Xie Xun to recover the blood debt. I just hope you won't implicate the Mingjiao brothers or my Wuji child."
Li Zhige nodded, "Don't worry, Li always keeps his grudges clear when doing things and never involves innocent people."
Xie Xun laughed at himself, raised his neck, and said no more.
Cheng Kun is already dead, and his life doesn't have much meaning anymore.
It's just a pity that he was blind and could not see what Wuji's child looked like until his death, nor could he see Wuji's child marry and have children.
Li Zhige raised his palm.
"No~!"
Zhang Wuji screamed hoarse and vomited blood. He knelt down towards Li Zhige from a distance, his eyes full of pleading.
Xie Xun seemed to sense something and suddenly asked Li Zhige, "Master Li, is my Wuji child here?"
Li Zhige did not hide anything and replied calmly, "It is true that he is here. In order to save your life from Li, he was punched three times by Li. Now he is seriously injured and can't speak."
Xie Xun's voice trembled and he said to Li Zhige, "Master Li, could you please slow me down for a quarter of an hour? I want to have a few words with Wuji's son."
"Can."
Li Zhige agreed.
He, Li Zhige, was not an unkind person, and his master, Guo Sanquan, died fighting for the dragon-slaying knife. There was not such a deep hatred between Li Zhige and Xie Xun, and they did not even have time to arrange the funeral arrangements. Give.
