"Haha! I've already said that no matter how hard an ant struggles, it won't help. Don't you still believe it?"

heard.

Zhou Zhenyang didn't even have the strength to raise his head. He could only raise his eyelids slightly and stare at Ma Tianxing coldly.

See this scenario.

Many people couldn't help but sigh slightly, yes! Even though we knew the ending was decided, we still had some illusions.

A person in the realm of God King, even if he uses many methods, even if he risks his life, he still cannot shake the Quasi-Sage.

Shouldn't this be a given?

This is the first principle in the world of cultivation, the weak eat the strong!

No matter how hard the weak struggle, they are still the meal of the strong!

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled.

Wow!

Ma Tianxing opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale as paper, with disbelief written all over his face.

He slowly lowered his head and looked at an extremely small wound on his chest. If you didn't look confidently, it would be difficult to find it.

But just such a wound as thin as a hair actually penetrated his chest.

"You, you, how is this possible..."

Ma Tianxing looked horrified. He didn't even finish his words. It was as if all the strength had been drained from his body. His legs went weak and he fell down.

Followed by.

Along with it, his breath receded like the tide.

Until it completely dissipates.

A generation of powerful men in the quasi-holy realm, the holy master of the War Eagle Holy Land, died just like this!

see this scene.

The place was silent.

Whether it was people from the Lin family, people from the Eight Holy Lands, or the onlookers watching in secret, their eyes widened at this moment, as if they were suddenly in a dream.

Ma Tianxing... died like that?

He is in the quasi-sacred realm!

Just die in the hands of a god king?

Even before today, no one had heard of these three words Zhou Zhenyang!

But just such an unknown little character actually killed a Holy Lord?

Is this not a dream?

Even Yan Jiangtian's expression was extremely sad. He looked at Ma Tianxing's body and cursed with hatred: "Idiot! If we had done it from the beginning, how could we have ended up like this?"

"Yes! He despised the weak, but he was killed by the weak instead! You Eight Holy Lands bullied my Lin family, why can't you be killed by my Lin family?" Lin Beixuan stared at Yan Jiangtian and asked with a sneer.

"Hmph! I'm not an idiot like him. As long as there is even one ten thousandth of uncertainty, I will strangle him in the cradle!" Yan Jiangtian snorted coldly and continued to kill Lin Beixuan.

Lin Ruhai and others also came to their senses and rushed to Zhou Zhenyang's side. He quickly fed Zhou Zhenyang a healing pill.

The Fifth Elder nodded and said with a complex expression: "It's not serious for the time being. Although the meridians are broken, the lifeline is saved and one life is left, but I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone present knew very well what the meridians meant to a monk!

Cutting off the meridians means becoming a useless person and will never be able to practice cultivation again for eternity!

Moreover, this has damaged the foundation. Even if he can survive, he will not live for long!

"Is he dead?"

Zhou Zhenyang's voice was as thin as a gossamer as he murmured.

Lin Ruhai looked at Zhou Zhenyang with a complicated expression, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, he is dead! My Lin family owes you a huge favor. I, the Lin family, will repay this favor personally. You can rest in peace and recover!"

heard.

Zhou Zhenyang also lost the strength to hold on, fell down and fell into a severe coma.

I saw my father who was seriously injured.

Zhou Xinglong also had mixed feelings in his heart, and even his eyes were red. At least his father was still alive. It was good to be alive...

at the same time.

The ancestor of the War Eagle Holy Land saw the tragic death of his Holy Lord and lost his mind on the spot. He even went to kill Zhou Zhenyang while roaring angrily: "You bastard! I will make you pay for it with your life!"

see.

Lin Mu's face sank to the bottom of his face, and he said coldly: "Aren't you people from the Eight Holy Lands shameless? After all, you are the ancestor of the Holy Land, a person who has lived for thousands of years, what does it mean to attack those people below?"

"Haha, I can't care about that. You killed someone else's holy master, and now he's going to take revenge. What's wrong with that?" the old sword master asked with a smile on his face.

Seeing the ancestor flying towards Lin Ruhai and others with great momentum.

Lin Mu's eyes also flashed with worry. He was trapped by the old sword master and couldn't get away at all. At the moment, the Lin family no longer had anyone who could handle it!

"Hmph! I want all of you to pay with your lives!"

The ancestor's face was ashen with anger, and he slapped Lin Ruhai and others with one palm.

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