"Pan Zi, you can do it, don't capsize in the gutter!"

Xu Yin said coldly.

"Yes," Pan Zi nodded and walked towards the ring.

As he gradually took the stage, a knife intention slowly dispersed from him.

This made some people who didn't know Pan Zi a little strange.

This is Guiyi Sword Sect, and the skills are all related to swords. First one was Zhan Wuque, and now another one is here.

Both of them used swords, and they realized the intention of the sword, which was inevitably a bit strange.

"kill!"

Pan Zi’s sword intent is just one word, kill!

But his sword intent is not the same as Zhan Wuque's sword intent, or it can be said that it is far from the same.

Pan Zi has murderous intention!

Zhan Wuque is the belief in killing.

Pan Zi may need to kill thousands of warriors of the same level in his belief in killing to realize a trace of his belief in killing.

The gap can be described as heaven and earth.

Pan Zi stood there, his body still not moving, but a momentum gradually condensed from his body.

Finally, a blood-red scimitar between half virtual and half solid slowly appeared.

This is the murderous intent of his sword.

"Since your soul is damaged, I will kill your soul!"

Pan Zi thought very simply, and used a killing mind to transform a knife to cut off Zhan Wuque's soul.

"go!"

The blood-colored scimitar suddenly flashed and disappeared from the spot. When it appeared again, it was less than one yard away from Zhan Wuque!

Zhan Wuque's face was pale and his breath was listless. He could only barely raise his hand and point it out.

"Buzz!"

The light shield transformed out and blocked in front of the blood-colored scimitar.

But because the blood-colored scimitar is transformed from murderous thoughts, the effect is not ideal.

The light shield trembled slightly and was passed by the blood-colored scimitar.

Zhan Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged in the light shield, was also penetrated through his chest by a scimitar.

"Senior Brother!"

"Young Master!"

"Not flaw!"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"puff!"

Zhan Wuque opened his mouth and squirted out an invisible mouthful of blood.

This is soul blood!

This shows that his soul is on the verge of breaking!

Only when the soul is damaged most seriously will it spew out soul blood.

Because those so-called soul blood are actually fragments of souls.

"Hmph, my method is still effective!" Pan Zi was quite proud.

"If you fall into my knife, this kid will definitely die!"

Pan Zi was very confident, but for safety reasons, he controlled the blood-colored scimitar again and slashed at Zhan Wuque.

Zhan Wuque's strange fire and light shield did not play much role. Soon, Zhan Wuque got three more stabs.

His breath continued to sluggish, but he never fell down.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Pan Zi's face looked a little bad.

He made a gesture with one hand, muttering something, and his robe began to bulge gradually.

"Crash the knife!"

Pan Zi suddenly opened his eyes, and his right palm was like a knife, slashing it hard.

"boom!"

There was an explosion.

The light shield in front of Zhan Wuque's body trembled wildly.

Pan Zi immediately rushed up, and the golden blade had already been cut off.

"Crack!"

The light shield finally couldn't hold on and cracks appeared.

"Bang!"

The light shield exploded.

Zhan Wuque barely blocked his sword in front of him, but was defeated and knocked out.

"Young Master!"

Linglong and others couldn't help crying.

"Hahaha!"

Pan Zi laughed wildly.

"If you were in your heyday, I would still be afraid of you, but now you are just fish on the sticky plate in my eyes!"

Pan Zi couldn't help feeling superior.

Zhan Wuque fell to the ground without responding.

Just as the referee was about to announce the result, a hoarse voice slowly rang out.

"You are so happy too early."

Before he finished speaking, Pan Zi suddenly felt an extreme sense of crisis.

His face changed drastically and he tried hard to retreat.

But as soon as he made some moves, his body suddenly stiffened.

A small needle eye appeared at the center of the eyebrows.

"you……!"

Pan Zi's eyes showed disbelief, doubt, reluctance, and fear. Finally, with a "thump" sound, he fell heavily on the ring.

A pool of blood slowly overflowed from behind the head.

Pan Zi, die!

A stream of light rose from Pan Zi's eyebrows and fell into Zhan Wuque's hands.

It's the poisonous dragon needle!

Zhan Wuque's attack worked, and he took Pan Zi's carelessness and directly ended him.

Pan Zi's body quickly turned black and quickly turned into a pool of pus.

This is the toxins on the poisonous dragon needle that are at work!

Just now, Pan Zi was shot through his forehead head-on and died suddenly, and the toxins had not yet had time to play a role.

Otherwise, even if it is a scratch, it would be enough for Pan Zi to drink a pot.

Under the ring.

Linglong, Long Yunyun and others were overjoyed.

"This kid is really scary!"

Tianjizi patted his chest with lingering fear.

If Zhan Wuque hadn't been breathing a sigh of relief, like Xiaoqiang who could not be killed, he would have been unable to help but rush forward.

"That didn't kill him. The people at Fengsha Peak are really a bunch of waste!"

Yan Wushuang gritted her teeth and said.

However, his fear of Zhan Wuque has deepened a lot.
To be continued...