The ultimate plug-in king

Chapter 312

Lin Xing's expression changed instantly in the face of Shen Zhan's knife.

From that blow just now, the berserk power was still raging in his body. At this moment, all his vitality was mitigating the damage of that power, so where is the rest?
However, he had to block this knife, otherwise, he would have to be cut in half by the North.

He gritted his steel teeth tightly, and a look of determination flashed across his face. He let the destructive power in his body rage, and poured all his vitality into the long sword in his hand.

The long sword slashed across a beam of light, and went straight to the blood knife of God Slash.

Then, like a kite with a broken string, Lin Xing was chopped off and flew out, blood gushing wildly, drawing a parabola in the air.

The skeleton of his whole body seemed to be looser.

A savage look flashed across Shen Zhan's face, and the blood knife was raised again, "Take me again!"

The disciple of Blood Weeping Peak was swept away by Wu Zhi, so he was naturally very angry. In this second round of competition, he wished so much to fight against Wu Zhi, but unfortunately, his opponent turned out to be Lin Xing.

But at this time, Lin Xing showed an arrogant and arrogant look in the martial arts arena, which suddenly aroused the anger of Shen Zhan.

In the end, Lin Xing was unlucky and became Shen Zhan's punching bag.

After defeating Lin Xing with two swords, it seemed that the anger in his heart hadn't been fully vented yet, and the third sword slashed down again.

At this moment, where does Lin Xing still have the slightest resistance?
However, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, enduring the severe pain all over his body, summoning up the little vitality left in his body, and swiping his sword again to block the blood knife of God Slashing.

There are no surprises.

Lin Xing was sent flying again.

His body seemed to be without any weight, and he fell straight into the surrounding crowd.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the divine slash just slashed Lin Xing towards Wu Zhi.

The vitality on Lin Xing's body was chaotic, and there was a strong smell of blood spreading around.

Looking at Lin Xing flying towards him, Wu Zhi suddenly widened his eyes, and a dazzling divine light shot out from them.

The disciples around Wu Zhi hurriedly dodged to the side, only Wu Zhi stood up suddenly, staring at Lin Xing flying towards him with burning eyes.

As stable as Mount Tai, it opens instantly.

His whole body is like a mountain, standing in place without moving.

"Junior Brother Wu, hurry up and get out of the way!"

The disciples of Misty Peak shouted loudly to Wu Zhi.

When Long Jianren saw this, his face was full of gloating expression.

Wu Zhi just didn't respond to the crowd's shouts, a surge of vitality quickly rose from his body, and his whole body seemed to become a ray of breeze.

Lin Xing's body flew towards him, Wu Zhi stretched out his hands and hugged him upright. At the same time, the vitality in his body gushed out, and he used a method of unloading the force to absorb the impact on Lin Xing's body. All the power is gone.

"Thank you!"

Blood continuously spilled from Lin Xing's mouth, dyeing Wu Zhi's clothes red.

His face was as pale as paper, and it took almost all his strength to say those two words, and he could only express his gratitude to Wu Zhi with his eyes.

Wu Zhi smiled faintly at him, then put him on the seat, took out a few healing pills from the storage pot and stuffed them into his mouth.

Finally, he turned his gaze to God Zhan.

And at this time, Shen Zhan was also looking at him, his eyes full of provocation.

Wu Zhi also exuded a strong fighting spirit, just like that, he and Shen Zhan looked at each other without saying a word.

The fighting intent of the two collided in the air, making a violent explosion.

Long Yijian really wanted the two of them to fight now, but, as the host of this inner competition, he could only keep this thought in his heart, and stood between them helplessly.

"In the first match, God Zhan won, and the second match begins."

Until then, the two restrained their own aura.

Shanshan from Qiu Yufeng stepped into the martial arts arena, and the one who fought against him was also a powerful disciple.

However, Shanshan has awakened the Xuanqingman bloodline, and she is almost invincible when fighting at the same level. With a little effort, she defeated her opponent.

The third match began, and Wu Zhi entered the martial arts arena again.

And his opponent is a master at the peak of the sixth level of the king rank.

"You are very strong, but it's a pity that you met me, so admit defeat, so as not to be ugly."

That disciple is also a genius, with a sense of arrogance, he said directly to Wu Zhi, his nostrils almost turned up to the sky, extremely arrogant.

"Why do you meet such pretentious idiots everywhere you go? Doesn't he know that pretentiousness also requires strength?"

Wu Zhi directly rolled his eyes and said in his heart.

He didn't talk nonsense with the other party at all, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense, and directly stimulated the vitality in his body.

Around him, a light wind element was flowing, and in his hand, a flying knife appeared, with the tip of the knife pointing straight at the opponent.

Still the same trick.

As the saying goes, a delicacy can be eaten all over the world, Wu Zhi is going to run the whole competition with the evil sword!
"Your trick is useless to me!"

The man let out a low shout, his movement was lightning fast, a long knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed straight at Wu Zhi.

"Three evil swords, the disaster sword!"

Wu Zhi opened his eyes, and with a wicked smile on his face, he shook his hand and shot the throwing knife in his hand.

"I've already said it, this move is useless to me, it breaks the void!"

The disciple shouted loudly, and the long knife in his hand suddenly slashed towards the void above his head.

The blade glow flickered, directly stirring up the wind in the midair into chaos, and the wind element driven by it was constantly restless.

At this time, the Jue Ming Knife flashed out, but it had already lost its aim and missed completely.

Wu Zhi's throwing knife was actually blocked by him.

Wu Zhi was also a little surprised, he took another look at the other party, and all he saw was the other party's complacent expression.

He was instantly upset.

Another flying knife appeared in his hand, and the wind elements around him jumped even faster.

"I said before that your throwing knife is useless to me, so don't waste your efforts."

The disciple shouted proudly, then swung the long knife in his hand, and slashed at Wu Zhi.

Wu Zhi unfolded his movements to avoid the opponent's attack, and then shot the throwing knife in his hand again.

The flying knife disappeared in the void, and then shot straight at the opponent.

That disciple wanted to use the Void Breaker again to break Wu Zhi's throwing saber, but this time what Wu Zhi used was not the Disaster Saber, but the Jie Sha Saber.

Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, the sky suddenly darkened, and the wind was surging.

However, the disciple's long knife was cut empty this time.

"Crack!"

A white light flashed in the sky, the strong light dazzled people's eyes, and then, a cold breath came out of nowhere, as if it came from the underground ghost.

Everyone closed their eyes involuntarily, shivering tremblingly, and then heard a scream.

The white light dissipated, and on the opposite side of Wu Zhi, a blood hole was pierced on the shoulder of that disciple, who was looking at Wu Zhi in shock.

"Impossible, how is this possible?"

Wu Zhi glanced at him sideways and sneered again and again.

(End of this chapter)