The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4305
by“Bitch! Kill three of my masters, and I want you to die!”
Song Shiyan’s roar exploded on the field like thunder. He pointed at Nangong Zhixia in the center of the field with scarlet eyes, and veins popped out on his forehead:
“Kill her! Even if her body is broken into pieces, it will not be able to satisfy the hatred in my heart!”
Before he finished speaking, nine black shadows suddenly emerged from the Nanwu Alliance camp.
The sounds of “swish, swish, swish” pierced the air one after another, and the nine people formed a “nine palace grid” formation when they landed, tightly surrounding Nangong Zhixia in the center.
The strong man in the lead carried a ghost-headed sword, and the blade reflected the setting sun, glowing with a cold light.
The two people on the right were holding nunchucks, and the sticks and chains collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
The remaining six were holding daggers and moving lightly. These were Song Shiyan’s team members and assassins who were good at close combat.
The crowds on both sides of the martial platform fell silent for an instant, and the people from the Northern Martial Alliance clenched their fists with worries on their faces.
However, Nangong Zhixia, who was surrounded in the center, did not show any panic at all. He just pointed at the enemy and said, “Come on!”
“Seeking death!”
The leader of the strong man with the Ghost Head Sword roared angrily, flipped his wrist, and the blade of the sword struck Nangong Zhixia’s front door with the roaring wind.
At the same time, the nunchucks on both sides were thrown out at the same time, and the tips of the sticks hit her waist and ribs.
The six daggers slid along the ground, aiming directly at her ankles.
The nine people cooperated tacitly and blocked all escape routes with one move. It was obvious that they had practiced for a long time.
Nangong Zhixia stood a little below his feet and floated three feet backwards like catkins, just in time to avoid the chop of the Ghost Head Sword.
Before she could stand still, the left nunchaku was already in front of her.
She turned around suddenly, twitched her right hand on her waist, and two rays of cold light instantly popped out of her cuffs.
“Ding!”
The hidden sword accurately blocked the nunchucks, causing sparks to fly.
Nangong Zhixia took advantage of the situation and moved forward, stabbing the stick holder’s throat with the hidden sword in his left hand, his movements as fast as lightning.
The stick holder’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly leaned back, but still took a step slower. His throat was cut open by the sword blade, blood spurted out, and his body fell straight down.
“Seeking death!”
The eyes of the other stick holder were about to burst, and the nunchucks danced into a ball of shadow, and they smashed towards Nangong Zhixia crazily.
The other seven people also attacked at the same time. The ghost-headed sword swept across her lower body, and the short dagger stabbed from all directions, airtight.
Nangong Zhixia’s eyes turned sharp and he no longer held back.
Her toes were a little bit on the ground, her figure suddenly rose up, she stepped on the back of the Ghost Head Sword and jumped up, spinning in the air, her hidden swords dancing like butterflies through flowers.
“Puff” and “Puff” were heard softly, and the wrists of the two dagger-wielding assassins were cut off simultaneously. The daggers fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
Before the two of them screamed, Nangong Zhixia had already landed on the ground. He swept his right foot and kicked one of them towards the strong man with the Ghost Head Saber.
The opponent hurriedly put away the knife and went to catch it, but unexpectedly, Nangong Zhixia had already come to him and stabbed his throat with the hidden sword in his left hand.
Fast and accurate, the opponent groaned and fell to the ground.
In just a few breaths, the Nanwu Alliance had lost three people.
Song Shiyan watched in the audience with eyes wide open and shouted: “A bunch of trash! Come on! Kill her!”
Jiang Mengli also waved her fists and roared: “A group of grown men can’t kill a woman, they are just like mud.”
When the remaining six people saw this, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, but they did not dare to disobey the order.
The leading assassin winked, and the three of them entangled Nangong Zhixia’s front, while the other three circled behind her and tried to sneak attack.
Nangong Zhixia seemed to have eyes in her back. Just when the assassin’s dagger behind her was about to hit her, she suddenly dwarfed and raised her hidden swords backwards, hitting the knees of the two of them.
There were two crisp sounds of “click”, their kneecaps shattered, and they fell to the ground screaming.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the last enemy turned around and tried to escape, but the hidden sword thrown by Nangong Zhixia penetrated his heart.
The hidden sword drew an arc in the air and fell back into her hand accurately. The blood on the blade dripped down the tip of the sword, spreading a small patch of scarlet on the ground.
At this time, there was only one nunchuck-wielding Nanwu League master left on the field. He looked at the corpse of his companion on the ground and turned around and ran away.
Nangong Zhixia waved his left hand, and the hidden sword stabbed into his back.
“Boom!”
The body fell to the ground, and calm finally returned to the scene.
Nangong Zhixia put his sword into his sleeve, his eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyi, and he said loudly:
“President Jiang, if your subordinates can’t do it, I suggest you go on stage in person!”
Nangong Zhixia smiled like a flower: “I wonder if President Jiang dares to come on stage and fight?”
Jiang Zhiyi looked at Nangong Zhixia on the field, and then glanced at Song Shiyan, his eyes filled with hesitation.
Nangong Zhixia was killing everyone, and his skills far exceeded her expectations. If she came to power, she would have little chance of winning.
But if they don’t fight, the Nanwu Alliance’s face will be lost.
Before Jiang Zhiyi could speak, Jiang Mengli, who was beside her, had already taken a step forward, her eyebrows raised, and she said sarcastically:
“Nangong Zhixia, stop pretending here!”
“Your Northern Martial Arts League now only has eight spots left, and it has long been at the end of its rope. However, the Southern Martial Arts League is still strong. What qualifications do you have to let my mother come to power?”
“I think you knew you were about to lose, so you deliberately used provocation to get my mother to go up, so that you could defeat the enemy and gain some support, right?”
She crossed her arms and said in a sharp tone, “I’m telling you, no way!”
Song Shiyan also quickly echoed, pointing at Nangong Zhixia and roaring:
“President Jiang has a distinguished status, how can you allow you to challenge him at will?”
“We in the Southern Martial Arts Alliance still have fifty masters who have not taken action, and your Northern Martial Arts Alliance only has eight remnants left. You are not worthy of letting President Jiang take action!”
Song Shiyan exhaled a long breath: “If you want to fight, first defeat these fifty people from our Southern Martial Alliance!”
When Nangong Zhixia heard this, he couldn’t help laughing, his voice was a bit cold:
“Fifty people? Do you think you can win with more people? Didn’t those dozen of your masters just now become the dead souls under my sword?”
“President Jiang, you and I are both the presidents of the Martial Arts Alliance. If you win today’s battle, the entire Northern Martial Arts Alliance will submit to the Southern Martial Arts Alliance.”
“Not only can you become famous instantly and shock the entire Chinese circle, you can also easily conquer my children from the Northern Martial Arts Alliance.”
She took a step forward and looked directly at Jiang Zhiyi with her blazing eyes: “Don’t you want such a ‘good story’?”
Jiang Zhiyi’s face became increasingly ugly, her fingers clenched the teacup tightly, and she was at war with nature in her heart.
Nangong Zhixia’s words touched her heart. If she could take this opportunity to become famous, the status of the Nanwu Alliance would be unshakable.
But Nangong Zhixia’s strength is a bit strong, and her injury is not healed, so she is not sure of victory.
So Jiang Zhiyi finally said indifferently: “Let’s wait until you defeat my fifty masters of the Southern Martial Arts League…”
After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and nine more masters from the Southern Martial Arts League jumped onto the ring.
At the same moment, on the rooftop of a tall building a few hundred meters away, Wan Yanhong was lazily leaning on a wicker chair, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.
She looked down at the scene of the martial arts arena.
She was wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were as cold as frost, as if the fight on the field had nothing to do with her.
Thirty-six rocket launchers were neatly placed around her, as were the same arrangements at several commanding heights nearby.
The muzzles of the black holes were all aimed at the crowd in the center of the fighting arena.
More than a dozen seven-door skeletons stood aside, not daring to express their dignity.
One of the men answered a call, then stepped forward and whispered:
“Miss Wanyan, the priest trio has lost, and nine Song family masters are dead. Nangong Zhixia is more powerful than we expected.”
“But there are still fifty masters in the Southern Martial Alliance. Based on the current situation, we should be able to win this duel.”
He added: “If you are worried about an accident, I will arrange for the ‘Volt Demon’ to be there now to ensure nothing goes wrong.”
Upon hearing this, Wan Yanhong waved her hand gently, drank the red wine in the glass, and said indifferently: “No need…”
The subordinate was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled face: “Miss, aren’t you worried…”
“What are you worried about?”
Wan Yanhong interrupted him with a sneer on his lips, “In this battle, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses.”
She raised her finger and pointed to the martial arts arena below, a trace of teasing flashed in her eyes: “Do you think I’m expecting the Southern Martial Arts Alliance to win?”
The subordinate became more and more confused and asked cautiously: “What does the lady mean…”
Wan Yanhong stood up and walked to the edge of the rooftop. The wind blew her skirt up, like a black swan about to spread its wings.
She looked down at the dense crowd below, her voice laziest but filled with chilling murderous intent:
“Let them kill, the more ferocious the better, the more people die the better.”
“When they are both defeated and exhausted, I will give the order and let these rocket launchers turn the arena into ruins.”
She paused, turned to look at her subordinates, and smiled coldly:
“Southern Martial Arts Alliance, Northern Martial Arts Alliance, for me, the most important thing is that there is no Martial Arts Alliance…”
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