Mixed martial arts: I am the best in the world

Chapter 690 Ning Daoqi dies
It is said that the Seven-Star Sword was made by Ou Yezi using Immortal Tears Green Gold. It is said that on the day when the work was completed, the seven stars fell and landed on the sword's edge, so it was called the Seven-Star Sword.

"Why would you come here if you didn't have any means?" Xiang Yutian looked calm and held a dagger in his hand, with a cold light flashing on it.

"I also heard that the Seven-Star Sword was made from the remnants of the two divine weapons Tulong and Yitian. Like the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Yitian Sword, it was owned by the previous royal family. As a royal inheritance, it contains the secrets of the Dashang royal family. Now that the Seven-Star Sword has fallen into your hands, are you a member of the former royal family?"

Lang Fanyun looked at Xiang Yutian in surprise, not expecting that the other party had this identity.

Xiang Yutian was also surprised when he heard this and said, "How do you know these things?"

"I learned about it by chance." Lang Fanyun looked at the other party.

Only then did I know why a master like Xiang Yutian should focus on martial arts and not participate in dynasty battles, but now all this can be explained clearly.

The other party is from Dashang, and I am afraid that he still wants to seize the world and restore Dashang.

"Lang Fanyun, you know too much." Xiang Yutian's eyes flashed fiercely and he sneered: "Those who know too much will not end well."

"Then give it a try." Lang Fanyun looked calmly and looked at the other party calmly.

"Kill." The seven-star sword looked particularly strange in Xiang Yutian's hand. It appeared and appeared erratically, either stabbing or picking, and streams of light appeared in his hand. Every time, it could hit the cloud-overturning sword.

Lang Fanyun felt the killing intent in it, and the expression on his face gradually became serious. The Rain Covering Sword in his hand flashed, and the sword flew out, turning into a rain of light, covering Xiang Yutian.

"It is rumored that Dashang has the Phoenix Nirvana Technique and the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique. Now it seems that you have not learned it. It is a pity that you have not even learned the martial arts of your ancestors!" Lang Fanyun said with a chuckle.

Xiang Yutian did not speak this time, but his figure was flying. Nine figures appeared in the void. What was shocking was that these nine figures seemed to be the same substance, and the daggers in their hands had different postures, as if It was the same nine people, stabbing at the enemy from different directions.

This is Xiang Yutian's true martial arts.

When Lang Fanyun saw this, his face was solemn. He swung out the Rain Covering Sword in his hand, and a water curtain blocked his side. Nine figures hit the water curtain. The water curtain disappeared, and the nine figures turned into one. This It is Xiang Yutian’s true form.

It's a pity that Lang Fanyun is obviously not simple either. He thrust out his sword and hit the dagger in the middle. The two of them fell back with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Song Que." At this moment, a shrill voice suddenly sounded from the side.

But he saw Fan Qinghui flying backwards, and a trail of blood was cut directly from his shoulder to his chest. The blood flowed out, and he looked very serious. If he didn't pay attention, he was almost killed by the opponent's knife.

Fan Qinghui's back was soaked, and she felt that she was closer to death than ever before.If Ning Daoqi hadn't blocked Song Que's attack at the last moment, he might have been killed by Song Que.

The man who used to fight swordsmanship and righteousness with him in the past was now so ruthless. This sword made Fan Qinghui completely wake up. It turned out that he was not important. In Song Que's eyes, he was also among those to be killed.

Song Que didn't seem to notice the hatred in Fan Qinghui's words at all, but looked coldly at Ning Daoqi in front of him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Ning Daoqi's face turned pale, and he was already regretting secretly in his heart.If I had known this, I would never have come out.I didn't expect that the situation would change so quickly.

"Ning Daoqi, today we have to settle the score between you and me." Song Que looked cold.

"What's the deal between you and me?" Ning Daoqi snorted coldly.

"You know very well that the things between me and this bitch, as well as my dead wife, were all related to you, weren't they? Back then, you were afraid that I would take that step in front of you. It was you who made me feel good. Incomplete, why, you have forgotten all these? Just because you have forgotten, it does not mean that I have forgotten. On the contrary, I remember it very clearly." Song Que's face was cold. He originally held the knife with one hand, but now he held the knife with both hands. Suddenly In the meantime, there was a long roar, and the sky sword struck out. The light of the sword turned into lightning, fell from the sky, and turned into a mountain of swords, giving people a feeling of powerlessness.

Ning Daoqi also felt the threat of death. The iron ruler in his hand raised up, shed a little bit of cold light, and hit the mountain of knives hard.

With a loud noise, Ning Daoqi retreated hastily. His internal strength was not as good as Song Que's. He had just blocked a fatal blow to Fan Qinghui in a hurry, and his internal organs were slightly injured. At this time, it was not Song Que's. opponent.

After a while of groaning, Ning Daoqi's face flushed.

However, Song Que did not give up. Instead, he held the Heavenly Sword and slashed again. This sword was ordinary and had no tricks at all, but for Ning Daoqi, it was a fatal blow.

The sword light was just like Song Que's face, extremely cold.

The iron ruler kept trembling, and Ning Daoqi felt pain in his tiger's mouth and blood flowing out. The iron ruler seemed not to belong to him, and his expression changed drastically.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be killed by the Heavenly Sword.

"Junior Sister Fan, come and help me."

Ning Daoqi had no choice but to shout loudly.

It was a pity that no matter how he shouted, it was of no use. Fan Qinghui was almost killed by Song Que, so how could he come to save him? After shouting for a while, he saw Fan Qinghui struggling to get up, and his body was in chaos. Fly out from the army.

"Bitch maid."

Ning Daoqi couldn't help but yell. He never thought that Fan Qinghui would actually escape at this time. This was without caring about his own life and death!

"Ning Daoqi, even your mistress has abandoned you." Song Que said sarcastically.

The heavenly sword in his right hand was slowly swung out, like an antelope hanging its horns, and he stood lightly on the iron ruler, but there was a loud noise, and a powerful force hit the iron ruler.

The iron ruler made of different iron was no match for the divine power of the heavenly sword. The iron ruler shattered and fell to the ground.

Ning Daoqi looked at the broken ruler in his hand, his face pale and his eyes dull, as if the belief in his heart collapsed instantly.

Tie Chi has followed him for many years. When the ruler is there, people will be there, but when the ruler is gone, the people will be dead.

Now the ruler is finally broken.

"Hmph, I'm really courting death."

Song Que looked at Ning Daoqi's confused eyes, his face was calm, God's will was like a knife, cold and ruthless, the blade flashed, the cold light swept away, and Ning Daoqi's huge body fell from the air.

The former top master of the Eastern Wasteland was killed by Song Que, the heavenly sword.

"Ning Daoqi is dead?" Li Xiuning, who was watching the battle, saw the fallen figure of Ning Daoqi, and his pink face suddenly lost color.

(End of this chapter)