I, the villain of Destiny, started with holding the male chief's sacrificial flag

"Young Master Ben, when did you give the illusion that you could negotiate terms with me?" Ning slowly approached Zhao Yu.

The blind Zhao Yu retreated in horror, wanting to give in, but also afraid of death, but somehow, even if he died, he was unwilling to bow his head.

It's close.

Ning Xuan's body erupted like a boundless sea.

The terrifying pressure fell on Zhao Yu's body... His body was pressed towards the ground, and his knees could not bear it, and he began to bend slowly.

"Rewind."

"It's better to hear than to see, it's such a terrifying pressure

..." "It's just a little momentum aftermath, I only feel weak..."

"That Zhao Yu has some ability, and the momentum and coercion of the positive Young Lord Ning didn't die instantly... If he hadn't offended Young Lord Ning, he wouldn't have been able to make a name for himself.

"I don't know how to advance or retreat, even if I have some strength, what is the use?"

The few Martial Emperors and Martial Kings nearby hurriedly retreated, retreating for several miles in succession before feeling better.

Keep watching?

But no, after the distance was opened, greed silently prevailed, and several Martial Emperors stood in the middle quite tacitly, pressing those Martial Kings farther away.

After a while, the place became silent... Because of the movement when the secret realm was born, there are still people rushing towards this place.

But because of the collapse of the secret realm, coupled with the coercion that suddenly broke out of Ning Xuan, most of the people chose to leave, and only a small number of people who were not dead continued to approach.

Ning Xuan didn't care about the others.

Instead, he looked at Zhao Yu in amazement, worthy of being the son of luck, with his demon foundation, under his coercion at this moment, even if he was also a martial artist, unless he was an extraordinary talent, he had to kneel on the ground.

In the early days of Zhao Yu District Martial Emperor, he was still standing... Although his body trembled, his skin cracked silently, and his kneecaps began to be crushed by momentum, he was indeed still standing.

"Want me to submit, delusional!" Zhao Yu roared at the right time, his face revealing endless tenacity.

Even Xia Jun, who was "bound", looked at Zhao Yu's gaze and changed color slightly, and he had to secretly praise it, so that he could have a tough heart.

If he is in the original body, he will definitely show mercy because of Zhao Yu's tenacity of heart.

It's a pity....

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Ning Xuan's eyes flashed coldly.

With a flick of his fingers, the dead qi of the reincarnation sword body condensed, turning into a black mist and appearing in the palm of his hand.

With a gentle throw, the black mist poured into Zhao Yu's body.

"Ah..." Zhao Yu, who was still gritting his teeth and insisting, involuntarily screamed, holding his head with both hands, falling to the ground and churning wildly.

The dead qi eroded Zhao Yu's divine thoughts.

The divine soul suffered a terrible blow that could hardly be healed... The power of the divine soul could no longer leave the body, and most of the mind was eroded and shattered by the dead qi.

Unless he received the huge opportunity of the blessing of qi luck, otherwise, Zhao Yu would no longer be able to use his divine thoughts in this life... The divine mind cannot be used, even if there is a bug-like talent for refining pills, without the divine mind to control the flames, it is impossible to refine any elixir.

"Ding, the son of luck Dao heart is broken, and his heart is broken."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for seizing the Heavenly Destiny value of sixty-six."

Zhao Yu was still wailing, and Ning Xuan's face became solemn.

Sure enough, the blessing of qi luck is the last qi luck of the son of qi luck... As long as the talent does not disappear, the last luck will not disappear, I hope that Xia Jun's dark son is useful, otherwise, he can only endure the pain and directly kill him.

"Such a person with a tough heart, if Your Excellency kills him with a sword, it will be enough, but he is so tormented, Xiaoyou is too cruel." An old sigh sounded.

The ground suddenly collapsed.

An old man with a fairy wind bone walked out from the ground, his face full of unbearability.

But in an instant, the old man's pupils shrank: "Wu... Late Wuzun..." Ning

Xuan's gaze as he looked at the old man became inexplicable.

Sure enough, it was wasted, and the old man who suddenly ran out because of luck was only the cultivation of the middle stage of Wuzun.

"Half breath, don't roll, die!" Ning Xuan's face was cold.

The old man's face suddenly turned green and white, and with his nature, it stands to reason that he would definitely go far and far now.

However, Yu Guang saw Zhao Yu wailing on the ground, and somehow, the unbearable heart quickly took over... Such a tenacious young genius should not die here, let alone be tortured like this.

Unbearable kindness quickly took over the heart.

Then the old man raised his head and looked at it: "Little friend, you have to spare people and spare people..."

Ning Xuan's eyes were cold, and he took out the mountain and river sword and swept away.

The black two-air flow turned, turning into three illusory sword shadows and slashing down, extremely fast, so fast that the old man could hardly react.

"How is it possible..." The old man's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly burst out with spiritual power to sacrifice a disc, turning into an illusory shield to block in front of him.

Obstruct?

With a "click", as soon as the sword shadow and the shield touched, the shield disappeared instantly like paper paste, and it was impossible to even block the sword blade slightly.

The old man became frightened: "How is it possible..." Endless

regret arose, how good it was to continue cultivating in the depths of the earth to try to break through, why did he have to come out and be nosy?

As soon as this thought arose, the sword blade fell, and its body, under the blade, disappeared.

"Not self-sufficient." Ning Xuan retracted his gaze, didn't the son of luck dare to block in front of him? Really think that this superb divine weapon mountain and river sword in his hand is a decoration?

"Don't... Don't kill me...... I give up...... I don't dare anymore, I'm willing to be a slave ... Whew..." Zhao Yu suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically, no longer the tenacity he had just now.

It's like, just an ordinary person who is afraid of death.

Ning worries for a moment... No destiny is credited.

Take it? If it had been before, he might have been willing, but at this time... Compared to one more person refining pills under his hand, he wanted to know if he could knock out Zhao Yu's last luck.

"I thought you were a bit bloody, but I didn't think it was just waste... Kill you, dirty the sword of the young lord. Ning Xuan turned to leave.

A few flashes and disappeared.

It seems that it is really gone.

Zhao Yu's movements stopped, and he struggled to climb next to the big tree not far away, leaning against the big tree.

Long.

Zhao Yucai roared lowly: "Ning worry... I want you to die!

"You... Are you okay? Xia Jun's timid voice sounded.

Zhao Yu looked back, and his eyes suddenly showed comfort.

Although the Zhao family was destroyed, although he is so miserable now... However, at least Xia Jun was still by his side.

What if the soul is abolished and most of the mind is broken?

As long as he can find a way to use a trace of divine thought, he can quickly recover from refining pills, and one day, he will definitely avenge this blood sea deep revenge!

Xia Jun became alarmed: "Zhao Yu, don't scare me..."

It's okay, you can't die yet. Zhao Yu shook his head slightly and gasped.

"How can I help you?" Xia Jun said tentatively.

After Zhao Yu recovered some strength, he spoke weakly: "For me... Quench the body pill... And Xiao Huandan took it out..."