The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4311
by“Whoosh whoosh!”
The fight between the two sides has reached this point. It is no longer like reaching the initial point, but more of a merciless fight for life.
Seven masters of the Song family stabbed the sluggish Nangong Zhixia with a powerful force like a rainbow.
Bai Baiantu and others couldn’t stop shouting: “President Nangong, be careful!”
Zhao Qingqing was also anxious. She checked Ye Fan’s location again, only to find that Ye Fan had not returned yet. She wanted to endure her injuries and rush forward but had no strength.
The sharp blades of the seven Song masters picked up Nangong Zhixia’s black hair and made her skin ripple slightly.
At stake!
“Whoosh!”
At this moment, Nangong Zhixia suddenly bit his lip, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body regained its clarity.
The hidden sword in her hand was suddenly swung out.
The sword light shot out and blood flew out.
The two Song masters on the left were unable to dodge, and watched helplessly as Nangong Zhixia cut off their own weapons with the sword, and then the sword edge fiercely passed their throats.
When the two fell to the ground, Nangong Zhixia had already returned his sword and slashed towards the chest of the enemy in the middle.
A flash of white light flashed across everyone’s eyes, as fast as a meteor, and all three people in the middle were splashed with blood and fell upside down.
Before they fell to the ground, Nangong Zhixia’s third sword also reached the necks of the two enemies on the right.
The latter had blood splattered on his neck, rolled over and fell to the ground, lifeless.
Nangong Zhixia used three swords and killed three people, once again arousing everyone’s nerves.
But Nangong Zhixia also vomited out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned pale again. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.
“Whoosh!”
Just when Nangong Zhixia coughed to relieve the pain, a bright sword light flashed and struck her like lightning.
Zhao Qingqing and others shouted: “Be careful!”
Nangong Zhixia, who smelled danger, quickly turned around and saw Song Shiyan sneaking up from behind and slashing down with a big knife like an eagle catching a rabbit.
The clothes on his body were rolled up and dancing wildly, and those cold eyes were filled with murderous intent, locking firmly on Nangong Zhixia’s figure, looking like a demon in the sky:
“Nangong Zhixia, go to hell.”
Although Song Shiyan wanted to preserve his strength, he couldn’t help but kill Nangong Zhixia for his fame and glory.
The broadsword in his hand slashed down on Nangong Zhixia’s body with a domineering force like a river bursting its embankment.
The white light with endless murderous intent flew through the air quickly and violently.
The sound of paper tearing seemed to appear in the air along with the knife.
“Song Shiyan!”
This sword has the power to split the sky and destroy the earth, and ordinary people cannot avoid it even if they grow wings.
But at this moment, Nangong Zhixia’s soul escaped into a state where life and death were not a concern.
Nangong Zhixia, who had always been strong, suddenly became calm, like spring water that had stopped boiling and spraying.
She stepped on the floor with her right foot, her body suddenly jumped up, and she swung her sword and stabbed Song Shiyan’s heart with all her strength:
“It’s so lonely traveling alone!”
“You, come and stay with me!”
At this moment, what Nangong Zhixia felt was not fear, but a kind of peace that returned to nature.
Song Shiyan’s lips twitched. He didn’t want to die together, so he turned his sword and killed him on the hidden sword.
With a loud noise, as if time stopped, the space appeared strangely distorted.
The two bodies paused in the air with a heavy posture, and then flew out each other.
At this time, the crackling sound of the air sounded harshly, and the storm-like air flow wrapped in blood and rolled wildly in the ring.
Nangong Zhixia felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes flickering and extinguishing, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.
Song Shiyan broke his sword and fell down on the red floor like a big stupid chicken, with a trace of pain on his face and breathing heavily.
It’s just that his situation is much better than Nangong Zhixia.
Not only was blood coming from Nangong Zhixia’s mouth and nose, but there was also a jet of blackness that spread rapidly in his left hand that had fought with Song Shiyan.
The toxin not only caused her to lose control of her left arm, but also caused her already low energy and energy to continue to decline.
It’s not even considered at the end of the battle, it’s completely in a state of being on the verge of death!
Zhao Qingqing threw a bag towards the ring and shouted: “President Nangong, you are poisoned, take medicine quickly!”
The bag flew toward the ring, but when it was almost to the edge, Jiang Zhiyi flicked his finger.
The lid of the tea cup flew over, hitting the bag and causing the antidote to fall to the ground.
Zhao Qingqing was angry: “You!”
Several people from Baibai Tu wanted to pick up the antidote and give it to Nangong Zhixia, but Jiang Zhiyi tilted his head slightly and asked someone to block them.
Jiang Mengli rushed forward, crushed the pills with one foot, and crushed them several times with the soles of her feet.
Zhao Qingqing was furious: “Jiang Zhiyi, your people hurt people with poison and don’t let them take medicine. It’s so despicable and shameless!”
Jiang Zhiyi glanced at the arena and said calmly: “The car leading to the execution ground has already started. No matter how many traffic lights there are on the way, it is meaningless.”
“President Nangong has her last breath left. She will lose whether she takes the antidote or not. Why do you have to let her delay for a while longer?”
Jiang Zhiyi sighed: “The situation is over, please surrender.”
Nangong Zhixia waved his hand to stop Zhao Qingqing from speaking, looked at Jiang Zhiyi and snorted: “Until the last moment, we don’t know who will win!”
Song Shiyan threw away the broken knife in his hand, stared at Nangong Zhixia and sneered:
“Nangong Zhixia, it’s already this time, what’s the point of your talk?”
“You’re going to die soon.”
“If you die, not only can I help Aunt Jiang take over the Beiwu League, but I can also become the number one leader in the Chinese circle!”
Song Shiyan smiled coldly: “Don’t worry, I will leave one of your bones to be embedded in the stone slab at the door. It will always remind me that my achievements are made possible by President Nangong.”
Nangong Zhixia had disdain on her face: “I think you will die earlier than me!”
Jiang Zhiyi said calmly: “President Nangong, is it so difficult to admit defeat happily?”
Nangong Zhixia looked at Jiang Zhiyi and said jokingly: “President Jiang, you never dare to fight with me alone…”
Jiang Mengli shouted sternly: “You can’t even defeat Brother Shi Yan, and you still want to challenge my mother? Are you worthy?”
Jiang Zhiyi did not respond to Nangong Zhixia, but just picked up the tea and took a sip. The meaning was very clear. She was sitting and drinking tea, and Nangong Zhixia was about to die.
Song Shiyan stood up, pulled out another dagger, looked at Nangong Zhixia and smiled ferociously:
“If you are willing to kneel down and be my dog, I can spare your life for my uncle’s sake.”
Song Shiyan exhaled a long breath: “Otherwise I will die with your new and old accounts!”
Nangong Zhixia snorted disdainfully: “You don’t deserve it…you can’t kill me either!”
Song Shiyan laughed angrily: “Then I will kill you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he shot towards Nangong Zhixia and stabbed her neck with the dagger in his hand!
Nangong Zhixia was powerless to stop him, but still didn’t care. He just opened his red lips slightly: “Master, save me…”
“Ding!”
Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed over, and then two fingers stretched out and clamped the dagger…
0 Comments