"So what if I'm arrogant? Do you dare to bite me?!"
Hearing this, Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Fan Ming calmly. There was no hint of fear in his eyes.
"F * ck, this kid is too arrogant."
"He's obviously poisoned and has no strength left. He's a prisoner. If he begs for mercy, he might be spared. How dare he provoke us? Does he think his life is too long?!"
"This kid is probably completely crazy. He knows that he's going to die, so he's venting before he dies."
"Venting? He angered Senior Fan Ming. Even if he wants to die, it won't be easy. "
Many of the Gui Yuan Sect disciples looked at Xia Ping with pity in their eyes. They knew how cruel Fan Ming was. If he offended Fan Ming, death might be a better outcome.
"Brother Wu."
Chang Xuan and the others were extremely anxious. They could clearly feel Fan Ming's murderous intent. However, they couldn't even protect themselves now. Even if they wanted to help, there was nothing they could do.
"Good, very good."
Fan Ming was so angry that he laughed, "I like tough bones like you the most. It's especially fun to torture you like this. To be honest, it'll be hard for you to die later."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately attacked. A giant hand made of mana reached out like the palm of a giant. It wanted to grab Xia Ping and crush him into a cripple.
Fan Ming used all his strength, even when he was facing a poisoned person. One could imagine how angry Fan Ming was now. He even wanted to kill Xia Ping dozens of times.
"Die!"
A cold light flashed in Xia Ping's eyes. He immediately activated the Infinite Blades on his body. Immediately, a sharp long sword appeared in his right hand.
"Shoot him, Infinite Blades!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword instantly elongated. Its speed was extremely fast. Like a poisonous snake, it shot towards Fan Ming's body, emitting a cold light in mid-air.
What?!
Fan Ming was shocked. He didn't expect this kid to be able to resist at this time. Logically speaking, this kid without mana should be weaker than a baby.
However, this long sword contained a terrifying sword aura. It made him feel uneasy. It was as if he was being stared at by a peerless swordsman who had triggered a sword aura that could tear the sky.
Dong!
In mid-air, the huge hand made of magic power collided with the sword. However, the long sword instantly pierced through the huge hand made of magic power. The tyrannical sword energy instantly tore the magic power into countless pieces.
This longsword was unstoppable. It did not slow down in the slightest and continued to shoot toward Fan Ming's body. It had already surpassed 20 to 30 times the speed of sound.
This kind of speed was so fast that the surrounding cultivators couldn't even see it clearly. They only saw a dazzling cold light in the air, emitting a murderous aura that was bone-chilling.
"Not good!"
Fan Ming's hair stood on end, and he could feel all the cells in his body boiling. A dangerous aura spread throughout his body, as if the Grim Reaper had descended upon him.
He could clearly feel that this longsword was different from other treasured swords. It contained a trace of the aura of a Saint, as if there was a Daoist Rhyme within it. It was unfathomable.
Just a strand of this aura was enough to tear everything apart. Ordinary magic treasures would not be able to withstand such a sharp edge.
"Meteor Fist!"
Fan Ming roared, and all the magic in his body started to circulate. He immediately used one of his martial arts mystiques and punched out. Countless gray air currents in the air rapidly gathered together, turning into a huge gray meteor.
This gray meteor looked simple and unadorned. It was surrounded by air currents and kept spinning like a star. Under Fan Ming's control, it smashed toward Xia Ping.
This was a martial arts mystique that he had cultivated. It was very powerful. When he punched out, it was like a meteor smashing the ground. It had the power to destroy cities, and ordinary cultivators would not be able to withstand a single punch from him.
With such a martial arts mystique, even a light blow was enough to blast a huge hole in the ground.
Moreover, Fan Ming felt that he was in mortal danger, and so he used his full strength.
Dong!
In an instant, the meteor and the long sword collided in mid-air. Immediately, there was a loud sound of collision. The force of the collision shook, as though it had shaken thousands of times in a second, producing an extremely strong destructive force.
The force of the collision caused a huge hole in the ground. Soil flew everywhere, and the ground cracked. The impact extended for two to three kilometers, and rocks were shattered into pieces.
The surrounding cultivators were sent flying, coughing up blood in mid-air. Their organs were all severely injured.
Some of the poisoned cultivators were unable to resist at all. They were shaken into a pile of minced meat on the spot, dying without a complete corpse.
"Impossible!"
Fan Ming had thought that his mystique punch would be able to send the long sword flying even if it was unable to shatter it. However, the moment his fist came into contact with the long sword, he realized that he was wrong. Very wrong.
This was because the sharpness of the long sword was completely beyond his imagination. It had an invincible might, and a mere meteor would not be able to withstand the sharpness of the long sword.
Kacha, kacha!
In the blink of an eye, the long sword pierced through the meteor, shattering it from the middle. The surrounding mana was pierced through as though it had turned into nothingness at that moment.
In the next second, the long sword pierced through Fan Ming's chest, causing blood to splatter everywhere. Even though he was wearing an superior-grade armor, it was more fragile than tofu in the face of the endless blades.
"Argh!"
Fan Ming let out a shrill cry, feeling waves of intense pain coming from the depths of his chest. It then rapidly spread to every nerve in his body.
He was practically insane, sinking into the abyss of despair. That was because the sword had not only pierced through his chest, but even his heart had been destroyed on the spot.
Blood spurted out of his body like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.
"I-I'm dead?!"
Fan Ming's eyes were wide open, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. He was a mystique realm cultivator, had mastered a martial arts mystique, and was extremely powerful in combat.
The other party was just a Fulfillment Realm cultivator, and he was even poisoned.
But now, with just a single move, it had pierced through his heart and taken his life.
How could he dare to believe such an absurd thing?
However, even if he did not believe it, Fan Ming felt the strength in his body rapidly disappear. He felt as though his eyes were turning dark, and he was slowly falling into the deepest depths of the abyss of hell.
Whoosh!
With a thought from Xia Ping, the long sword immediately retracted and left Fan Ming's body. With a few splurts, the wound on Fan Ming's body expanded, and blood spurted out.
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