Article 593

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Xue Zhengyong had an idea that made him gasp: "Could it be that the meridians in his left arm...could he have severed them himself?!"

In fact, not only Xue Zhengyong, but also many people fighting outside the barrier gradually began to have such speculations in their hearts:

From the high-level disciples of the Confucianism Sect, after they are buried, their eyes need to be covered with silk belts to apply spiritual power. Is it really just for "flying on a crane, looking at the sky"?

Is it possible that Nangong Changying had somewhat anticipated the vicissitudes of life over the past hundred years?

Therefore, when he founded the Confucian Feng Sect, he had already thought about the end of the Confucian Feng Sect. The reason why he covered the eyes of every buried disciple was to prevent them from exerting their strongest fighting power. , cannot cause harm to the world.

Therefore, the divine weapon that accompanied him throughout his life was not in the coffin, and all he had was a long sword.

Therefore, before he died, he cut off all the meridians in his left arm. Even if there were unjust people who used his corpse to make trouble in the future, they would not be able to obtain all of his combat power.

But the answer is ultimately unknown.

After more than a dozen rounds, the fight was getting fierce, and Nangong Si suddenly caught a glimpse of the Supreme Master’s brows frowning slightly, muttering: “Nangong… Si… the seventh generation…”

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran was watching Nangong Changying's every move. As the Immortal Emperor, his observations are different from those of all the decent people present. He can accurately detect things that are difficult for people who have never played the Zhenlong chess game to detect immediately.

In Mo Ran's view, this corpse is obviously different from the others. He seems to have been struggling to regain his consciousness during his lifetime.

This is what Mo Ran was worried about before - although Zhenlong Chess Game is one of the three forbidden spells, there is no spell in the world that is perfect. If a person's willpower is particularly strong, then the caster must have a steady stream. The earth exerts spiritual flow on it to suppress the resistance of the chess piece.

Once the spiritual power supply of the caster is insufficient, the Zhenlong chess pieces will explode out of control, and sometimes even bite the caster. This is why many of the controllers of the Zhenlong chess game in the past have suddenly died of serious diseases, or directly died. The meridians are retrograde and death occurs due to gunshot wounds.

Mo Ran's face was blazing, and his eyes followed Nangong Changying.

He could almost conclude that Xu Shuanglin could not fully control Nangong Changying.

"boom!"

There was a sudden muffled sound that made Mo Ran's five fingers caressing the barrier tighten and his tendons protrude.

The difference in strength is still too big.

Everyone present could see clearly that even if Nangong Changying cut off his main arm and cut off his strength, the master is still the master. Even if the sharp claws are pulled out, this empty body can still compete with Mei Hanxue and Xue It's a draw for juniors of this level.

If you really want to suppress him, I'm afraid you have to let someone at the level of the head or elder take action.

However, neither the leader nor the elders can enter, the barrier is closed, and it is the territory of the Nangong family. If any of them breaks in rashly, it will cause the spirit of Jiaoshan to rise, which will be a disservice.

This is a civil war in the Confucianism Sect, and no one can intervene.

If Nangong Si was full of energy, he might be able to lay down the corpse in front of him on his own, but he had suffered too much before. There was another heavy blow, and Nangong Si could have easily dodged it, but when he pulled Nao Baijin's neck ring onto his back, he lost his strength due to the torn wound on his palm, and could not hold on.

"Aww——"

Nao Baijin let out a mournful cry, and the sword in Nangong Si's hand was knocked away and fell to the edge of the barrier.

Mo Ran saw that the sword hilt was stained with the blood seeping out of Nangong Si's palm...

"Si! Stop fighting! Come out! Let's think of a solution!" Ye Wangxi kept shouting at him again.

People are always like this. Ye Wangxi will not beg for mercy, but Nangong Si is her weakness.

She was crying, and kept crying.

Mo Ran had never seen her cry like this in her previous life. She really looked like a girl now. The two brothers Nangong Liu and Nangong Xu, out of selfish motives, put a resolute and cold face on her face. mask.

She had always thought that she would never be able to take off this mask, but the moment she saw the blood-stained sword, it turned into ashes.

"Asi..."

The blow was too heavy. Nangong Si gritted his teeth, sweatdropped, and tried to get up from the ground without saying a word, but a cold light flashed through, and the sharp blade reflected on the side of his face.

Nangong Si panted slightly, raised a face slightly similar to Nangong Changying's, looked up and glared at his ancestor through the bright sword light.

Nangong Changying's sword was already hanging directly above him.

Inside and outside the barrier, there was deathly silence for an instant.

The author has something to say: It’s an old habit to start fighting. Since the No. 1 boss has been opened, I won’t update the small theater to break the rhythm for the time being.

Chapter 214 [Jiaoshan] Spirit Core Shattered

The ink-burning hands were clenched in the dark, his heartbeat was like a war drum, and the tendons at the sun were faintly twitching. He stared at the tense situation in front of him, and a crazy thought screamed in his heart - Nangong Changying would be there at any time. It took Nangong Si’s life. And does he really want to stand like this? Can he really stand with peace of mind like this? !

He was shaking, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw anything strange about him. The thin line between life and death in the barrier was like fine sand absorbing water, gathering all the eyes.

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