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  "I don't like good seedlings, so I must die." The hoarse and low voice of the masked black-clothed man clearly expressed his attitude.

  Wei Zi Wu's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and looking at the masked person's icy and murderous eyes, he knew that it would be difficult to make amends today.

  However, Wei Ziwu was not a person who would sit and wait for death. The steel knife in his hand was held steadily horizontally, forming an offensive and defensive posture. His inner strength began to circulate within his body according to the mysterious meridians, and his entire aura suddenly began to soar.

  "Preposterous! The gap in our levels is insurmountable!" The black-clothed man with a veil over his face gazed at Wei Ziwu's stance, and his expression suddenly turned grim. In the face of their level difference, he still had the audacity to resist.

  As soon as the words were spoken, a powerful aura burst forth from the black-robed man's body. His black clothes fluttered and rustled loudly under the intense aura, and a strong gust of wind suddenly appeared out of thin air. The sand and gravel on the ground swirled up like smoke, blown outward by the fierce wind.

  In an instant, the black-clothed man with a covered face stretched out his right arm and suddenly threw a punch at Wei Ziwu. Only to see that in mid-air, transparent ripples appeared like water, wave after wave of transparent fluctuations spreading outward, distorting the air.

  A phantom fist shadow that was transparent yet emitted a dark red color, disturbed the air, tore open a vacuum tunnel in the air, instantly crossed the distance of space, and struck towards Wei Ziwu in an instant.

  Wei Zi Wu, who had long been prepared, saw the fist shadow in an instant, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a thick sense of fear appeared on his face, but his hands did not hesitate for a moment.

  Only a fleeting glimpse of a fist, yet it shone with a dark red color, and at the moment of its descent, Wei Ziwu suddenly let out a furious roar: "Thousand Blade Kill!"

  Wei Zi Wu's steady arms grasped the knife, from stillness to movement, suddenly slashing fiercely, a hundred knives in an instant, a hundred knives' virtual shadows superimposed on each other, transforming into one knife, and the illusory yet transparent dark red fist was instantly cut through by the knife.

  After the fist shattered, the knife's momentum didn't decrease. A formless blade aura drew a smooth and flat fine line on the sandy ground, shooting towards the black-clothed man with a covered face.

  In an instant, Wei Ziwu swung out a knife, and the aura on his body began to weaken. The silver-white steel knife in his hand started to emit a scorching red color, and a wisp of white gas rose from the blade. This was the extremely high temperature carried by the knife, which evaporated into white misty water vapor in the arid desert lacking water.

  This 'Thousand Blade Kill' is a top-notch knife technique that Wei Ziwu has been practicing for a long time. When cultivated to the extreme, a flat blade can gather the power of a thousand blades and burst out with tremendous destructive power in an instant.

  However, due to the difficulty of mastering top-notch martial skills, Wei Ziwu was only able to practice to the point where he could slash out a hundred swords in an instant, still far from being able to slash out a thousand swords in an instant. Nevertheless, this "hundred swords in an instant" was already the strongest sword that Wei Ziwu could currently unleash.

  The invisible blade's edge of the gathered hundred knives, instantly shot to the front of the black-clothed person with a covered face. Facing the blade's edge of the gathered hundred knives, although the black-clothed person with a covered face had a solemn expression, he was not flustered in the slightest.

  The aura on his body suddenly subsided, and he fiercely struck out with his right hand wearing a metal fist guard. The masked black-clothed man's single punch directly shattered the incoming knife edge, and the broken knife edge transformed into strands of energy that dispersed in all directions.

  "It's a great sword, if it were unexpected, it might have been able to cause me harm, what a pity! This is the last sword in close combat, next time I won't give you a chance" As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed man with a covered face suddenly disappeared, and the next moment appeared in front of Wei Ziwu.

  A steady and direct punch was thrown out, with a metallic luster on the fist, just like a piece of metal, without any aura, directly hitting Wei Ziwu.

  However, this ordinary fist gave Wei Ziwu a suffocating feeling. He knew that in this fist, the essence, energy and spirit of the masked black-clothed man had already been condensed.

  This looked like a slow and ordinary punch, but it gave Wei Ziwu an unavoidable feeling, his entire body was locked down by an invisible and colorless aura, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid this one punch.

  Wei Ziwu's face flashed with a fierce color, since he couldn't dodge, then let's have a mutual destruction! Just as the final moment arrived, Wei Ziwu gave up blocking the punch and abandoned his own defense. With both hands grasping the knife, the sharp blade tip suddenly stabbed towards the abdomen of the black-clothed man with a pale face.

  Wei Ziwu wanted to exchange injuries, but the man in black didn't think so. His fist changed direction, turning into a claw, and the power contained in his entire fist suddenly split into five parts, gathering at the tips of his five fingers.

  In an instant, the five fingers clamped down on the sharp knife tip, and the masked man's obscured face revealed a hint of ferocity. With one exertion, the entire steel knife shattered into silver-white fragments under the intense force.

  And these silver-white fragments, which contained tremendous power, suddenly shot towards Wei Ziwu in the next moment. If Wei Ziwu was hit by these fragments, his body would probably become a sieve.

  However, at this moment, Wei Ziming, who was ignored by everyone, had been accumulating power beside him. The divine weapon 'Qing Li' in his hand emitted a sharp and piercing vibration sound of "hum".

  The blue-colored sword body was instantly covered by sharp red edges, and the entire sword body changed from blue to crimson. The whole 'Qing Li' suddenly gave people a sense of being stabbed, as if in the red sword body, countless sharp swords were hidden, the sword body was the burial ground for swords, where countless sharp edges converged.

  With a whirring sound of 'Qīng Lì', a swift and extremely red fine awn, instantly arrived, striking the face of the black-clothed person with a covered face.

  At that instant, the rich experience of crisis awareness gave a feedback to the black-clothed man with a covered face, his body hair suddenly stood on end, and strands of cold air emerged from the pores all over his body.

  Instinctive reaction, the black-clothed man with a covered face immediately gave up his attack on Wei Ziwu, and with a sudden turn of his body, his hands merged together, crossing in front of him, instantly blocking the trajectory of the crimson needle-like projectiles.

  A strange sound of "hissing" arose, and Wei Ziming's red sword aura was blocked. The red sword aura struck the metal fist guard on the masked man's hand, but did not cause much harm to the masked black-clothed man, because the fist guard on his palm was a top-grade weapon made from an unknown rare iron, extremely hard.

  However, when the crimson sword tip was blocked by the metal fist and the sharp energy contained on the sword tip dissipated, the crimson sword tip suddenly changed, transforming into countless tiny red light dots. Like a torrent hitting rocks, it splashed out countless water droplets, and like flowing sand, the tiny red light dots flowed through the gaps between the masked black-robed man's fingers, streaming towards him.

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