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Chapter 1175 Nine Tribulations Sword Control Art, instant kill!(2/2)



Immediately afterwards, five pieces of blood mist sprayed out from their bodies and bloomed, as if they turned into five gorgeous fireworks, which was extremely eye-catching.

The next moment, the bodies of Wu Jian and the other five people fell down. After being carried by inertia for a certain distance, they fell hard to the ground and turned into several puddles of flesh.

Duan Lingtian stood in the void, calmly watching the scene in front of him.

As for the nine-handled three-foot Qingfeng that disappeared out of thin air around his body, it never came back, as if it had completely disappeared.

And the power of heaven and earth that was turbulent in the void above his head dispersed again before it had time to gather into the vision of heaven and earth, as if it had never appeared.

quiet.

The entire Zhou family auction house was eerily quiet.

Now, even if you drop a pin on the ground, you can still hear the sound clearly.

Everyone's eyes fell on the purple figure in the sky in unison. The purple figure now caught their eyes and seemed to have become extremely tall.

"It seems...I still underestimate him."

Zhou Ji's mouth twitched fiercely.

Just now, when the young man in purple in front of him avoided the attack of Wu Jian and the other five people, he could conclude that the young man in purple was stronger than him, but he also felt that he was a little stronger than him, but not much stronger.

Now, after witnessing the young man in purple killing Wu Jian's five men in the blink of an eye, he truly realized the gap between himself and his opponent.

"It's me...if he wants to kill him, I'm afraid he can kill him instantly."

Zhou Ji's heart skipped a beat, remembering what happened backstage at the auction house, and he felt a lingering fear.

Fortunately he didn't take action at that time.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be standing here now.

"Is he the one who killed Zhou Li?"

Outside the Zhou family auction house, on an inconspicuous building, stood two figures, two elderly people. Now, one of the old people was slowly speaking.

"His strength is at least at the eighth level of the Martial King Realm, or even stronger... However, I have to admire his courage, and he dared to kill the two sons of 'Wu Lie' one after another. If Wu Lie knew, he would still

I don’t know how angry I will be.”

Another old man murmured, and when he arrived, he said to the old man beside him: "Second Elder, you are fast... Go to Zhenwu Sect and inform Wu Lie about this."

Wu Lie, the contemporary head of the Zhenwu Sect.

He is also the father of Wu Jie and Wu Jian, who were killed by Feng Tianwu and Duan Lingtian.

"Yes, Master."

The old man heard the words, responded, and then disappeared out of thin air.

"Fortunately, the Great Elder hasn't left seclusion yet... Otherwise, with his temper, he would definitely be unable to hold back this young man and take action. I don't know what the origin of this person is?"
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