Chapter 1502: Life Is at Stake
life hangs in the balance
"Hey! You, a girl, do recognize me. That would be better, just hand over your things obediently."
Song Zhong was in his fifties, dressed in black, but with small silver swords embroidered on his chest.
This is the sign of the elders of the Black Clothes Sect.
"You are delusional. Our Tai'a Sword Sect got it first."
The woman in white was now able to stand, but she still grabbed the empty sleeve of Zhang Xing's right arm.
"Haha! It doesn't matter who gets it first, I'm going to get it from you now."
Song Zhong had a joking expression on his face, with a hint of excitement.
According to reliable information, four disciples of the Tai'a Sword Sect obtained a treasure map.
This picture shows the retreat place of a powerful senior who has access to the Nether Realm.
There are countless treasures inside, as well as many advanced skills and secrets, especially a sword manual left by this senior.
If anyone can learn his swordsmanship, it will be easy to unify the Southern Sword Sect.
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"Oh, by the way, you killed the disciples of my black sect, right?"
Song finally turned his attention to Zhang Xing.
If these two juniors fell into his hands, they would be the fish on the chopping board. He could kill them whenever he wanted without any rush.
"yes!"
Zhang Xing clenched his fists and said only one word.
He felt heavy pressure from the old man.
If he hadn't resisted with all his strength, he might have already knelt down at this moment.
This was also done intentionally by the old man.
But after such a long time, Zhang Xing still didn't kneel down, and the old man was a little surprised.
While speaking, he exerted some pressure.
The rocks at Zhang Xing's feet have cracked, but he is still struggling to hold on.
"Perseverance is not small, let's see how long you can survive!"
The old man said and snorted again.
Click!
The rocks at Zhang Xing's feet were broken into pieces, and one of his left feet was stuck inside.
"Kneel down!"
The old man shouted again, his breath rising to eight points.
Click!
Zhang Xing gritted his teeth tightly, and his slightly lame right foot sank into the ground.
But his knees never bent.
The old man felt very embarrassed.
He, a majestic Marrow Cleansing Realm warrior, could not even kneel down a junior who seemed to be in the late stage of innate talent.
If this spreads out, other elders will definitely laugh at him.
"It seems you have to force me to take action!"
He said with a wave of his hand.
boom!
Zhang Xing felt a powerful force instantly hit his chest.
The whole body was shaken, and the blood was boiling.
Wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He was locked by the old man's aura and had no strength to fight back.
Stab!
The woman in white clothes on the side was also blown away by the old man's strong wind, and Zhang Xing's sleeves were also torn apart.
"Hey! The bones are quite hard. The average late-stage innate warrior has long been
I knocked him away with one palm, but you are quite strong. "
"Let's see how long you can last."
As he spoke, he clapped his palm again.
boom!
Zhang Xing couldn't hold on any longer this time. His body flew up instantly and fell more than thirty meters away with a thud, hitting a rock with his head.
Wow! The rocks were shattered into pieces by the impact.
The old man smiled coldly and looked away from the motionless Zhang Xing.
Just about to reach out and grab the woman in white.
Click!
Suddenly there was a noise in the distance.
The old man turned around and looked.
Zhang Xing stood up unsteadily.
The old man was stunned, but he was not dead?
A palm with 90% power cannot kill a junior with late-stage innate power?
The old man was a little angry.
The figure flashed and quickly came to Zhang Xing.
"If I can't kill you with this palm, even if you don't deserve to be killed, I will let you live."
As he spoke, he turned his right wrist.
call!
The fist-sized rocks on the ground began to rotate.
He suddenly raised his palm and slapped Zhang Xing's head hard.