When Ning Yi finished speaking, a murderous aura like a flood surged out from his body, and a terrifying murderous intent spread in every inch of the air in the radius of more than ten feet. The short sword of Zhijun in his hand was even more dazzling, and a terrifying energy burst out!

No doubt, as long as he takes action, the next moment, Zhang Zhe may have a corpse on the spot on the other side of his body and head!

Feeling the terrifying murderous aura emitted from Zi Ning Yi's body and the terrifying energy aura emitted by the Shijun Sword, Zhang Zhe felt very terrified. If he had just had a little cold sweat on his forehead before, then at this moment, he was shivering all over his body, and cold sweat was secreted all over his body.

He truly felt the heavy threat of death.

He suddenly felt that the God of Death was standing beside him. As long as Ning Yi moved slightly, he would be taken away by the God of Death.

Fear, extremely scared!

He doesn't want to die, nor does he want to die.

The world is full of worlds, and he hasn't enjoyed enough yet, so why would he be willing to die like this?

The fear of death forced him to let go of his unyielding and anger, which made him compromise.

He looked at Ning Yi's extremely forced eyes, trembling lips and begged, hoping that Ning Yi would let him go. He trembled and swore that he would reform himself and would not make the previous mistakes again. He only hoped that Lord Ning Yi would have a lot, and because his family had a good relationship with him, he could spare him this time.

However, Ning Yi did not pay any attention to Zhang Zhe's words of begging for mercy. His eyes were very bright in black and white. Ning Yi's expression did not change from beginning to end, his face was cold and cold as frost.

Obviously, no matter how soft Zhang Zhe said, it would not change Ning Yi's intention at this time.

When the autumn wind swept through the fallen leaves, when he really had murderous intentions, it was fierce and decisive.

"Die!" The two words "indifferent" sentenced Zhang Zhe to the final ending.

Then, the sword of Zhijun in Ning Yi's hand was sharp and pierced directly towards Zhang Zhe's throat.

Extremely decisive.

Extremely sharp.

There is no hesitation at all.

At the moment of life and death, Zhang Zhe naturally fled desperately and blocked Ning Yi's seemingly insolvent sword.

It's just a pity that even though he is considered a genius in his youth, the gap in realm with Ning Yi is really big. The strength between the two is too great, and it will be useless to escape with all means.

He was firmly locked by the Sword of Zhijun!

Bright red blood gushed out and sprinkled on the ground like rain.

Accompanied by the terrifying murderous intent, the invincible world-famous sword, the sword of Zhijun pierced Zhang Zhe's throat in full view of the public.

Bloody and terrifying wounds appeared on Zhang Zhe's neck, completely piercing his neck.

Logically speaking, if a normal person suffers such a fatal blow, he will definitely die immediately.

Even some practitioners are no exception. If they have not reached a certain level of advancedness, even if the practitioner is seriously injured, they will die.

But surprisingly, Zhang Zhe was still alive when the sword of Zhijun was pierced through his neck. He glared at his eyes and was still struggling hard, trying to escape from Ning Yi's control.

Not to mention that the person involved Ning Yi was surprised, even the young masters present such as Lin Feng and Chu Huan were also surprised. Because they all knew very well that with Zhang Zhe's cultivation level, it was impossible to show such a performance.

Soon, everyone thought that there must be some secret treasure on Zhang Zhe's body that allows him to temporarily prolong his life and not die immediately.

This is indeed the case. When Zhang Zhe was struggling desperately, wisps of pure white light lit up from his clothes on his chest. At the same time, there was a powerful soul energy that could not be underestimated.

Obviously, it was the thing in Zhang Zhe's chest that temporarily resisted the death disaster for him, allowing his soul to be temporarily immortal.

Although Ning Yi was surprised, he quickly calmed down and calmed down.

He looked down at the white light on Zhang Zhe's chest, and a slightly mocking smile appeared on his handsome face, and said a little coldly: "I didn't expect that the old men in your family were really generous enough. They were actually given to you by the Yuanshen Pearl made by hard work. It's just a pity that with your current strength, you can't exert the true power of this Yuanshen Pearl at all. You can only strengthen your Yuanshen power when you are in a very dangerous situation, so that you can temporarily continue your life. The Sword of the Identity Sword in my hand, not to mention killing the Yuanshen, it is also powerful. With this Yuanshen Pearl, you want to escape from my hands. Humph, that's impossible!"

As he said that, before Zhang Zhe could react, Ning Yi raised his sword and waved the short sword of Zhijun, and suddenly headed towards the Yuanshen bead on Zhang Zhe's chest.

The bright red blood was stained with the sword body of Zhijun Jian, making the sword, which was already full of murderous aura, look even more bloodthirsty and crazy, like a blade of death.

"Click!"

Even though the Yuanshen Pearl is a secret treasure, how could it be more sharp and harder than the famous Dongzhou Zhijun Sword? Under Ning Yi's blow, the Yuanshen Pearl was broken without any suspense. The Yuanshen power contained in the Yuanshen Pearl also scattered in the air in an instant.

Zhang Zhe, who lost the power to maintain his life, suddenly screamed in horror. At the same time, in endless despair, he made his final move to fight for his life.

With the complete shattering of the Yuanshen Bead, he knew that he could no longer live and was about to fall into endless darkness and fall into the underworld hell in the mythology and legend.

However, even so, he would take Ning Yi on the road together.

The resentment in his heart made him make the last decision in his life.

While the soul bead had just shattered and his own soul power gradually disappeared, he had not completely disappeared, while Ning Yi had not sent a fatal blow to him, he chose the most tragic way of self-destruction.

That is self-destruction!

He used all his last strength to make his whole body burn in an instant, shining with an extremely dazzling light like the sun.

Since you want me to die, I will take you to the underworld together!

Then, in this final belief, his soul completely disappeared with his body.

Ning Yi was trapped in the terrifying and crazy energy waves that were stirred up by his last efforts.

The energy generated by Zhang Zhe's self-destruction is indeed terrifying, but can such energy really be pulled Ning Yi to the underworld together as he wished?

Not enough.

First of all, the gap in strength between them was too great. Even if they were caught off guard and attacked by Zhang Zhe, Ning Yi would only suffer a serious injury at most.

Secondly, when Zhang Zhe used all the remaining power to choose to self-destruct, Ning Yi also noticed it. When the violent energy caused by the self-destruction invaded him, he took corresponding measures in time and used some powerful defensive magic to quickly protect himself.

Therefore, in the end, Ning Yi was only slightly injured.

Zhang Zhe's idea of ​​dying with Ning Yi was completely unfulfilled.

Because of Zhang Zhe's death, the venue was full of blood, and the scene was very bloody.

As a woman, Chu Hun, the saint of Yanxia Holy Land, was not willing to stay here for more, so she frowned slightly and said to Ning Yi: "Let's leave here, and you can also change your clothes."

"good."

Ning Yi has always been very obedient to Chu Huan, and he immediately responded.

Then, they left like this, leaving other young geniuses here to discuss.

At the Genius Conference, although young strong men can compete with each other, killing people is not allowed. Now, Ning Yi suddenly started a massacre here, which made them feel a little bit complaining and at the same time, he was a little scared.

Because, once the rules are destroyed, there is one, there is no guarantee that there will be two, and if there is two, there will be no guarantee that there will be three.

If so, who would dare to compete with the level of cultivation among the young and weakest young people in this genius conference?

After all, who is not afraid of death?

If an opponent who is much stronger than me tries to compete with a severe killer, wouldn’t it be unfair to die?

And Lin Feng didn't say anything about all this.

You will be guilty of your own sins and you cannot live. It is not that you will not repay you, but that the time has not come.

He thought of these words in his mind, and after sighing slightly, he left with Xiaolong.

At this time, there was still some time before the competition between young geniuses in the second stage of the Genius Conference. He took Xiaolong to the Purple Bamboo Forest in the southeast corner of Qingling Garden where he went with Yadie last time.

The reason is very simple, because it is quiet and you won’t be disturbed by others.

However, what surprised him was that when he brought the little dragon to the quiet and secluded purple bamboo forest with the bamboo leaves rustling with the wind, he actually saw a person and an acquaintance here.

Some people will look unique and attract everyone's attention no matter where they stand. At this time, this is the situation that Lin Feng saw.

White clothes are peerless, and the clothes are fluttering.

White clothes, snow and jade-like face, autumn water and dew are charming.

This person has a perfect and beautiful body, and a fairy spirit flows all over his body, just like a true fairy who has been exiled to the mortal world.

The great way is ruthless, the heart of heaven is unpredictable, and the love of immortals is like frost.

This woman is so fairy-like. Lin Feng looked at her from afar and couldn't help but think of a sentence - the great way is ruthless, the heart of heaven is unpredictable, and the love of immortals is as frost.

"I didn't expect to meet the genius goddess of the Ye family here. I'm really destined to be together." He knew that with the other party's spiritual sense, he must have noticed the arrival of him and Xiaolong, so he did not intend to leave. He looked at the beautiful figure in the ancient pavilion and said.

When Ye Xian heard his words, he immediately turned around. She looked at him and said calmly: "I was a little surprised. How could you know this place?"

At this time, her tone of speaking was not as cold as she did when she talked with Lin Feng last time, but it was much softer, giving people a sense of approachability.

The gauze was still worn on her jade-like face, and the breeze blew by and swayed gently with the wind.
Chapter completed!