Boom!
Xiao Ziji slammed heavily into the stone wall, blood spurting out.
In a short moment, he had endured more than twenty punches from Wuzong, each punch was no less than a hundred thousand!
But.
He still staggered and did not fall!
This was the Iron Bone Clan's disciple, even if he was attacked by a storm, even if he was heavily injured, he still had to show an iron bone!
"Patriarch Liao is Wuzong, he can still stand, this kid's body is too strong!"
"No wonder he won the competition!"
"Unfortunately, no matter how strong the body is, it can't withstand strong power!"
The martial artists from various sects who were searching nearby gathered and witnessed the scene of Xiao Ziji being bombarded, they were all surprised that he could still stand.
"Not bad, not bad."
Patriarch Liao said, "To be able to take so many punches from me and still be standing, you're really a good seedling."
Xiao Ziji's face was ferocious, the heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body, making him unable to open his mouth to speak.
If it wasn't for the experience in the Training Tower, he would have collapsed long ago.
"Little guy."
Patriarch Liao said lightly, "Leave the Iron Bone and join my Qishan Sect, you can avoid death."
Qishan Sect.
A sixth-rate sect in Heyang County.
In terms of overall strength and number of disciples, they were stronger than Hao Qi Sect.
This middle-aged man called Liao Cun Fang was the Patriarch of Qishan Sect, his strength was second-grade Wuzong, which was also stronger than Qin Haoran.
Leave the Iron Bone?
Hearing the first sentence, Xiao Zui Ji began to grin in pain.
He suppressed his injuries and said weakly, "In life … I'm a member of the Iron Bone Clan, in death I'm a ghost of the Iron Bone Clan …"
"Kid, Qishan Sect has the potential to become a fifth-rate sect, such a good opportunity is hard to find."
"Your Iron Bone is only an eighth-rate sect, participating in the Sect Competition, even the Sect Leader didn't follow, why are you so dead set?"
"A fine bird chooses a tree to nest in, you should understand this principle."
Everyone acted as a lobbyist.
However, when these words entered Xiao Ziji's ears, it only made him laugh even harder.
There was no denying it.
The situation was very dangerous now.
But leaving the Iron Bone and changing allegiance, even death was not an option!
"Shua!"
Liao Cunfang raised his hand. Under the convergence of his spiritual energy, he grabbed the Type 88 sniper rifle that had fallen not far away.
Everyone was envious.
Only Wuzong, who had a higher understanding of the nature of heaven and earth, could use his spiritual energy to retrieve objects from a distance!
Liao Cun Fang played with the sniper rifle and said indifferently, "Joining the Qishan Sect will save you from death, but not joining the Qishan Sect will only result in death."
His voice was arrogant, and he had the demeanor of an expert.
Xiao Ziji's eyes did not show the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he said decisively, "I'm not joining."
Everyone sneered.
I gave you a chance to live, but you didn't know how to cherish it. You can't blame others for your death.
There were also martial artists from other sects who felt that it was a pity. After all, it was a bit of a waste to kill such a good seedling.
"If that's the case."
Liao Cun Fang said coldly, "You've killed so many of my Qishan Sect's disciples. Go to hell."
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and punched out with his right fist. His strength rose sharply, but it was still more than 200,000!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
A strong wind blew and messed up Xiao Ziji's black hair, but his pale face was unusually calm.
This was daring to face death.
"Shua!"
At this moment, a black shadow flew out from the dark!
Although the speed was fast, it was caught by Liao Cun Fang. His fist suddenly turned and punched at the incoming person.
"Bang!"
The fist that carried 200,000 pounds of strength was like a sharp sword, directly penetrating the black shadow's chest. Blood immediately splashed out.
"Junior brother …" Xiao Ziji's eyes were about to pop out!
The black shadow that suddenly rushed out from the dark was the Drizzle Hall member who was responsible for protecting him.
"Senior Brother … Hurry … Leave …" The assassin disciple breathed his last breath as soon as he finished speaking.
"Ah!"
Xiao Ziji roared angrily and gathered the remaining strength in his body to punch at Liao Cun Fang.
He was going all out!
Unfortunately, he couldn't beat Wuzong when he was healthy, let alone now when he was seriously injured. Therefore, when his fist returned, it was swept away by the opponent's palm.
"Boom!"
He fiercely crashed into the stone wall and fell down. He no longer had the strength to support himself to stand up.
After receiving so many punches, his injury was too serious.
Liao Cun Fang threw the corpse away and then took out a tissue to wipe his bloodstained hands. He looked around and said lightly, "So there are still people hiding in the dark."
As soon as he said that, everyone hurriedly became alert.
The other Drizzle Hall members who were hiding in the dark all clenched their fists when they saw their comrade being killed. Their eyes flashed with monstrous anger.
As a qualified assassin, when the opponent was very strong, the first thing to do was to retreat.
However.
They wouldn't retreat, and they couldn't retreat!
Because today's identity was no longer an assassin, but a Drizzle Hall member of the Iron Bone Clan!
"Shua!"
A member couldn't help but rush out.
He didn't attack, but exposed himself and fled in another direction.
This was to attract the enemy's attention and fight for a chance for Senior brother Xiao to escape.
The martial artists from various sects locked onto that member and sent more than ten people to chase after him.
If he continued to hide, it would be difficult for them to do anything to him. However, if he took the initiative to expose himself, he would soon be caught and captured.
"Plop!"
That member was thrown in front of Liao Cun Fang. Liao Cun Fang stepped on his back with one foot. He looked at Xiao Ziji and said lightly, "This should be your junior brother too, right?"
Xiao Ziji turned his face to the side. Seeing his junior brother being stepped on like this, anger filled his face and he looked ferocious.
"You guessed right."
Liao Cun Fang got the answer he wanted from his expression. He then gently lifted his foot and said, "He killed so many of my men. Let's use him to pay for his life first."
"Shua! Shua! Shua! "
At this moment, the other three members hiding in the dark couldn't hold it in anymore. Even though they knew that they would be exposed, they still threw out their hidden weapons.
Liao Cun Fang raised his hand and froze all the flying hidden weapons. Then, he put his five fingers together and condensed them in an instant.
"Find all the flies in the dark."
"Okay!"
The martial artists from various sects rushed in the direction of the hidden weapons.
"Bang!"
Liao Cun Fang lifted his foot and kicked the captured member in front of Xiao Ziji. Then, he walked over step by step.
Like a king looking down at two weak ants, he said, "Since we're from the same sect, we'll die together. Then, we won't be lonely on the road."
As he spoke, he lifted his foot.
"Whoosh!"
His spiritual energy gathered, and his strength gradually increased.
He only used about fifty thousand kilograms of strength. But with Xiao Ziji's condition and the strength of that member, as long as he was stepped on, he would definitely die.
"Let's go."
Liao Cun Fang stepped down. His target was precisely that member of Drizzle Hall.
"No …" Xiao Ziji's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He really wanted to use his body to block the attack for his junior brother, but he was too badly injured to move an inch.
"Roar!"
At this moment, a deafening roar of a ferocious beast suddenly came from behind. The heart-wrenching screams of the martial artists from various sects were also heard.
"Hmm?"
Liao Cun Fang's foot stopped.
He didn't look behind him. Instead, he raised his head in surprise, because there was a cold killing intent coming down from above.
It was unknown when Jun Changxiao had appeared on top of the mountain wall. He held the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in one hand. His face was filled with monstrous killing intent as he said in a cold voice, "Move your feet away. This King will give you a decent death."
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