On the God of War Platform, a cold wind surging, filled with cold murderous intent...

Ling Wuya looked cold and looked at Nie Fan with a cold look. He grabbed his left arm floating on one side with his right hand and pressed it on his bleeding left shoulder. The silver light flashed on his right hand. The arm that had been cut off by Nie Fan actually moved again.

Nie Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, his body also buzzed, the scars on his chest healed, and the silver light was forced out of his body.

"It seems that ordinary methods cannot do anything to you at all." Ling Wuya took his arm, looked up at Nie Fan, and said calmly on his face.

Nie Fan calmed down his breath, looked at Ling Wuya, and said, "It's not easy to defeat you."

Both of them said this, and in silence, a cold chill filled the War God Platform.

"No, the two are going to fight to the decisive battle!" As soon as they saw the situation in the ice mirror, the guest in front of the ice mirror changed his face and said in a dismay.

The other guests naturally held their breath. The two on the stage were all outrageously powerful. If it were a real final showdown, it would be extremely terrifying!

At this time, even Zhong Weili, Ling Zhongshen, You He and the three of them changed their faces, and they couldn't help but mobilize their true energy, as if they were fighting against them.

Yang Xue, above the God of War Platform, moved her brow slightly, raised her right hand, and a white mist filled her breath. With a wave of her hand, she fell towards the God of War Platform.

When Zhong Weili, who was in the audience, his face changed immediately. Suddenly, the white light shield flashed, blocking the power dropped by Yang Xuening. At the same time, he shouted to her coldly: "Yang Xuening, the God of War should not interfere!"

Yang Xuening's pretty face didn't move, she turned her head to look at him, her voice was slightly cold but still crisp and moving, and said, "I want to protect him."

After saying that, with both hands moving, the white jade butterfly appeared in front of her. She pressed her hands on it, and stood up. In the white light shield of the God of War Platform, a misty breath appeared and fell to Nie Fan.

"stop!"

When Zhong Weili saw that his eyes suddenly changed, his body moved, his true energy was majestic, and he covered the sky and earth with one hand and rushed towards Yang Xuening.

Nie Fan on the God of War Stage frowned slightly. Although inside the God of War Stage, things outside could not escape his perception. With a moving mind, the Seven Killing Sword appeared in his hand and threw it up suddenly.

The Seven Killing Sword's sword energy was fierce and cold. It stood up to break through the seal of the God of War Platform and appeared outside, blocking Yang Xuening's body. The terrifying sword energy rushed towards Zhong Weili like a tsunami.

"Your hands are too long." Nie Fan's cold voice sounded at the same time, with a hint of murderous intent.

Zhong Weili was forced back by the sudden appearance of sword energy, but seeing Nie Fan being able to intervene outside on the God of War Platform, he looked ugly, but not only was Nie Fan's sword in front, but You He also took two steps forward behind, which made him feel a little afraid of being thrown into the mouse.

Zhong Weili twitched his face, turned to look at Nie Fan on the God of War Stage, and said coldly, "Nie Fan, do you want to rely on women to fight?"

Nie Fan raised his hand and pushed out the power that Yang Xuening passed, and said coldly: "Although you are despicable, we will not be with you."

Zhong Weili knew that his unexposed murderous intent must have been sensed by Nie Fan, but when he saw Nie Fan pushing out the breath, he snorted coldly and said, "No more."

Yang Xue frowned and looked at Zhong Weili and said, "I hope you won't do anything."

Zhong Weili's eyes twitched. On this occasion, Yang Xuening accused him was like being slapped in the face by his own people, but he had an excuse to stop Yang Xuening just now. If he really attacked her, he had to worry about the person behind Yang Xuening.

Zhong Weili's expression changed. After a long time, he suppressed his anger. He moved his body and returned to the ice mirror.

"Brother Zhong, don't worry, my son will win!" Ling Zhongshen looked cold and secretly sent a voice to Zhong Weili.

Zhong Weili's expression moved slightly. He remembered some secrets of Ling Wuya, and nodded secretly, but he didn't let go of much in his heart. Many of the secret techniques that Nie Fan forced to do could not be used, and what he used was useless to him. Even with the last trump card, he did not have the confidence that Ling Wuya could kill Nie Fan on the God of War Platform.

Nie Fan and Ling Wuya confronted each other. Both of them continued to increase their aura and concentrate their strength. They knew in their hearts that this would be the last blow. If they could not defeat their opponents, life and death might be controlled by the other party.

A cold wind stirred up on the God of War Platform, and both of them showed murderous intent. The biting murderous intent made everyone below shudder through the God of War Platform.

A little bit of black fog line began to appear on Ling Wuya's body, and his silver-white hair began to fade away, but instead became dark, giving people a gloomy feeling like it came from hell. His eyes were also swallowed by the black fog, unable to see any feelings clearly, and he was extremely cold.

Nie Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression a little solemn. He noticed a familiar aura on Ling Wuya, which was very similar to Liang Chen in the tomb of Qi Shen, and the blood color he killed by him!

For some reason, a strange feeling arose in Nie Fan's heart, and he vaguely felt that a major change was about to come.

However, Ling Wuya still needs to be dealt with in front of you. Only in this way can you take Yang Xuening away openly.

Nie Fan adjusted his momentum to the peak, took a breath, looked at Ling Wuya coldly, and a white blunt knife appeared in his hand.

"What... is this?" At the end of watching the guests who were so arrogant that they dared not breathe, Nie Fan actually took out such an ordinary blunt knife, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The other guests also frowned, staring at the blunt knife in Nie Fan's hand, but they could not see any specialness.

"There is nothing special about this knife..." Some guests lowered their heads and thought, but naturally they didn't think that Nie Fan would really take out an ordinary dull knife, and all the clues about the knife in Kushou's memory.

"I haven't seen it before, but it seems a little familiar..." An old guest narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the knife in Nie Fan's hand, but after a long time he still shook his head and couldn't remember the details.

Ling Zhongshen's eyes were also shining coldly at this moment, staring at the blunt knife in Nie Fan's hand and looking at it. He also felt familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen it.

"Fellow Taoist, have you ever had an impression?" Zhong Shen felt a little uneasy and turned to look at Zhong Weili in front.

Zhong Weili was also thinking at this moment. He had vaguely seen this knife in the classics inside the sect, but he could not recall the detailed description. He only vaguely remembered that the origin of this knife was very ancient. I don’t know which powerful person it belongs to and what kind of special it is.

"Look." Zhong Weili had no intention of discussing at this moment. The victory or defeat was right in front of him. It was related to his own destiny, so he did not dare to be distracted.

On the God of War Platform, Wuya looked cold, his whole body was covered with black fog, his eyes were dark and cold, as if he was from ancient times, making people shudder.
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