"puff!"

Yao Ziyang only felt a tear-like pain suddenly coming from behind! Then he suddenly lowered his head, and a bloody palm suddenly pierced his chest and penetrated from his face.

"Don't you know what the birth of a pure heavenly martial arts means to the entire Chinese martial arts?"

Nangong Wuxiu's voice sounded faintly behind him: "Melee."

"Countless families and strong men will come out to kill for the martial arts you have in your hands, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river."

"And you, and your family, will surely be the first to be the first victims of this melee."

"So, let me free you."

"Tell me, where did you hide this martial arts book? I will protect your family, and you will die at my hands. Anyway, you will die when you go out. Death in my hands can be exchanged for the lives of thousands of people from the Yao family."

"What do you think of this deal?"

Yao Ziyang lowered his head and looked at the right palm that pierced through his back and stretched out his chest... "Puff!" A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth!

"I want me to hand over the Yao family martial arts, you dream..."

"puff!"

Before Yao Ziyang could finish his words, he saw the bloody palm suddenly pulling back! A huge blood hole suddenly appeared in Yao Ziyang's chest!

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I will find it myself. It's a pity that it's okay if you die by yourself. You have to take care of your Yao family and have funerals together!"

"Bang!"

A big hand suddenly grabbed Yao Ziyang's neck.

Then, he twisted suddenly

"Click!"

Yao Ziyang's head was twisted off by Nangong Wuxiu and held it in his hand. The broken-headed corpse didn't even look at it and walked off the ring.

"Ziyang!"

"My son!"

On the stands, the Yao family camp instantly burst into tears.

The domineering and invincible Yao Ziyang was twisted by Nangong Wuxiu.

Old Feng stared at the headless corpse on the ring in a daze, and fell into a state of dullness for a moment.

"It's time to announce the results."

Old Man Xuanyuan's face was calm and he spoke lightly.

"Ah, yes."

Only then did Mr. Feng react, hurriedly got up, and said loudly: "In the second round of the semi-finals, Nangong Wuxiu of the Nangong family will win!"

Immediately, he explained: "The third place match that should have been held in the next round will be cancelled because of Yao Ziyang's death. Luo Gusha will directly become the third place in this round and enjoy the reward of the first-class martial arts book!"

With the wind waved, a member of the Dragon Slaying Association stood up, holding a sandalwood box in his hand, and stood on the open space of the platform:

"Luo Gusha, come forward to receive the award!"

In the eyes of everyone, Luo Gusha stood up from the Luo family camp, with a arrogant expression on his face. He strode away from the stands and walked straight up to the high platform.

The haze that was defeated by Lu Fan on the ring was now gone in his heart!

After seeing the horror of Nangong Wuxiu and not leaving any way to survive, he is even somewhat lucky now that he has not mastered his new true energy and was attacked by Lu Fan and failed to enter the next final.

Otherwise, anyone who faces Nangong Wuxiu will undoubtedly die!
Chapter completed!