Chapter 1458

What's the consequence of a true master of sabre technique who wields a sabre with unlimited strength close to wuzun?

Ning Qi doesn't know.

Even today, no one is clear.

In a word, with the middle-aged figure wielding a knife, even Monan, who is in the state of deep perception, is forced to call back the God by the shocking action.

"What's the matter?"

The color bell son hasn't yet understood the horror of this knife, turn head is preparing to ask with rather seven in detail.

But it's too late.

They watched helplessly. The specially made arena, which was still in good condition after the people took turns to fight, was split in two for the first time.

How amazing!

Dao Qi is still moving forward. In front of him, Fang Zhenghua, who has realized how terrible this Dao is, uses his whole body's spiritual power to resist.

Poof.

Compared with the challenge arena being split, it can only be said that after a slight noise, Fang Zhenghua has lost consciousness. His whole body flies more than ten meters high, and finally falls heavily in front of cailing'er and others.

Several people quickly gathered to check.

Fang Zhenghua was in a coma. From his shoulder to his waist, he had an oblique wound. His bones were visible and his five internal organs were leaking out. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Even though King Wu's powerful people have great vitality, the faces of cailing'er and others have become ugly. Fang Zhenghua may not survive such a serious injury.

Something's wrong!

It's not just them.

On the other side, Liao Xian and others suddenly stand up and look at Mo Nan on the eye stage. It's true that they didn't expect that this guy could be so strong that they were afraid that something might happen to Fang Zhenghua. They also ran to the other side.

However, apart from them, those present did not know how serious the consequences would be if something happened to Fang Zhenghua.

They are just so excited because the old hooligans are so powerful.

For a time, the name of Monan spread completely.

Long ago, when the old rascal showed his true face and came to power, some wuzhe from Yanjing recognized him.

Knowing that this is the God of plague in Wancheng, who once made a big noise in the Chu, Lin and Liu families, in a twinkling of an eye, the discussion on the scene has risen to a new level.

However, these have nothing to do with Monan himself.

Originally, he was not a person who cared about fame. It didn't matter whether he was famous or unknown, bad or good. He even liked the name of God of pestilence, because in this way, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one had to worry about it.

But obviously, after today, his name of God of plague has some new meanings.

It's not only a headache for the warrior in the lower world, but also for the warrior in the upper world!

Regardless of the comments on the scene, Mo Nan has not yet completely retired from the state of comprehension. The last knife of the middle-aged man has given him a lot of new insights.

For example, the skill of Dao is not only to master the essentials, but also to understand the weakness of the target.

Let's say that Liao Xian, Nangong Shuo and others have been up and down for so long, but they have not been able to destroy the arena, but the middle-aged people have done it with a single knife.

It's not that middle-aged people have a higher level of spiritual power when they wield swords. On the contrary, Liao Xian is still a half step warrior, and he doesn't do that either.

The middle-aged people just see where the weakness of the challenge arena is, and then, just a knife.

It's not that this middle-aged man, who doesn't know where he really is, doesn't like the challenge arena. Instead, he sees that Mo Nan and Fang Zhenghua are not fighting for life and death. He is deeply afraid that the power of this sword will fall on Fang Zhenghua, who has no chance to survive.

It's just that there may be some errors in the latter's estimation. Unexpectedly, even if he diverts his attention, Fang Zhenghua is dying at the moment

"Wake up."

A call, finally let the old rascal back to God.

Mo Nan looked up and saw Liao Xian in front of him with a helpless face

"What do you want me to say about you? If you win, you will win. You have to make such a big noise. In case that Lei Zhen really dies, have you ever thought that we will all suffer?"

"In other words, are you really King Wu?"

With the words closed, Liao Xian could not help asking.

Damn it.

Young master Liao feels that he has lived for more than 20 years. He has not said as many dirty words as he does today. In fact, the existence of Monan makes people want to fight against the air.

Everyone is King Wu. Why are you so good?

In fact, the appearance of middle-aged people is beyond his expectation. He is still in the dark. How can he give Liao Xian an answer?

However, there is no doubt that he is King Wu.

"Wait a minute."

He was still struggling about what happened to the middle-aged man. Suddenly, he reflected the meaning of Liao Xian's words. The old rascal suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly said:

"You mean Fang... Lei Zhen is dying?"

"You said

Liao Xian tried to resist the impulse to gather the guy in front of him. If it wasn't for fear that he would not be able to fight... "Your knife, let alone Lei Zhen, is a king of Wu. Even if it's me, I'm afraid I'll give it to you." Liao Xian then sighed. Mo Nan is a Leng, not in the mood to accompany him sigh. Fang Zhenghua, dying? It's a dark day! Not to mention that if something happened to this guy, he couldn't forgive himself, let alone that Zhou Weiruo who stayed in the hotel knew... Never let it come true! In a flash, Mo Nan bypasses Liao Xian and rushes down to the challenge arena. However, Liao Xian wanted to continue talking with him, but he was ignored and speechless. It's just that. Looking at Mo Nan's eager appearance, Liao Xian doesn't know what to say. He just wants to ask, what have you been doing? Now, everything has happened. He has seen the tragic image of Lei Zhen, and it's almost too late to send him to the hospital. As for Lei Zhen's survival, he did not dare to think. But he did not dare to think, some people dare, such as Monan. The old rascal knew in his heart that as long as Fang Zhenghua was injured, and as long as this guy was still breathing, he would be sure to let him live. As soon as he rushed down the challenge arena, Mo Nan came to Fang Zhenghua. Just, haven't waited for him to approach, rather seven have already noticed, then blocked his way, gritted teeth a way: "roll, you still come to do what?"“ Get out of the way Monan frowned, didn't mind and rather seven entanglement, direct way. Finish saying, see rather seven still didn't get out of the way of meaning, he again hurriedly way: "I am a pharmacist, have a way, let Lei Zhen live!" At this time, it seems useless to say that he is a doctor, but Monan remembers that Chang Xu once said that there is a profession in the upper world called pharmacist. A good pharmacist can cure a patient as long as he has a breath. The old hooligan pondered that they are all healing people, so it should be no problem to play a pharmacist for a while, right? However, he did not say that it was OK. When he said that, Ning Qi's eyes were more suspicious. The idea of the latter is very simple. The inheritance of martial arts in the lower world has been broken for a long time. Even the most common craftsmen can't be found. What's more, the pharmacists who are very rare in the upper world can't be met in the lower world? It also happened that he was a secret guy in front of him. I can't believe it!