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"Damn it." Can Yang scolded without knowing whether to laugh or cry, "This brat is actually so powerful. Why didn't he use such a terrifying martial skill in the beginning? Why did he have to wait until now?"
Black Sickle shook his head thoughtfully and said, "It's not that simple. Didn't you notice? His martial skill seems to only be used in a state of near-death and extreme weakness."
"The prerequisite for using this martial skill is very dangerous. If he is one step away from dying, he will not be able to release the martial skill. If he is one step further, then he will really be dead. He must be on the verge of death."
"So troublesome?" Can Yang grinned when he heard this.
"So strong." Black Sickle narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiang Nan's back.
He was impressed by Xiang Nan's charisma, but what he did not expect was that Xiang Nan, the always smiling sunny man, was so astonishing even in terms of combat strength.
"Yes." Can Yang also became serious and said, "Indeed, it is very strong. I have never seen such a strong man before."
"Before today, I always thought that the most powerful people in this world were you and Lan Tian. So it was him."
Xiang Nan was only fifty meters away from the flagpole. 𝗳𝒓ee𝚠𝒆𝐛nov𝚎l - 🅽🅽novel
He wanted to sprint, but he didn't dare.
He was already possessed by six ghosts, but if no one came up to let him kill him, he would not have any new life to nurture ghosts. If he rushed over, he would consume even more Underworld energy.
There was no one to eat the evil spirits. Perhaps the next one to eat was Xiang Nan.
In fact, the ghost figures on Xiang Nan's body had already begun to drift, and they could be sucked back by the cracks at any time.
At this moment, in the Drunken Flower Pavilion, Master Six slapped the table angrily, "Isn't there anyone who can stop him?"
"A bunch of damn trash! They're all trash!"
"Sharp Blades, go!"
In Drunken Flower Street, Xiang Nan was only thirty meters away from the flagpole. The giant saber was dragged on the ground, creating a series of sparks.
Right in front of him, a group of people with restrained momentum and steady footsteps suddenly walked out.
These people were all wearing black cloaks, covering their faces in the shadows. In each of their hands, they were holding a thin, narrow, two-meter-long saber.
The long saber was only two fingers wide and very narrow. It was a typical weapon type that only wanted to kill efficiency and not momentum.
There were only twelve people in this row, all at the sixth level of the Martial Saint Stage.
However, their auras were completely different from those of the martial artists who had intercepted Xiang Nan earlier.
After seeing these people, the onlookers all covered their mouths, afraid that they would make a slight noise and provoke Master Six.
This was because everyone knew that these black-robed men were not the warriors of the Miscellaneous Brand Guild!
They were simply the generals that Master Six had nurtured!
This had already broken the rules. The most important thing was that the martial artists sent by the various guilds had to deal with Xiang Nan.
As for Master Six, he did not belong to a certain guild.
But who would dare to say such a thing?
Xiang Nan's footsteps did not slow down, but the corner of his mouth split into an evil arc.
His mouth was still breathing as he continuously exhaled a dense ghost aura.
The twelve people also remained silent. They simultaneously drew out their slender sabers, and each of them began to bleed.
The blood evaporated in the air, turning into blood energy that wrapped around every black-robed martial artist.
Blood sacrifice was not a martial skill, but a method to increase one's strength. There were already several blood sacrifices that Xiang Nan had seen before. He knew very well what this represented.
The realms of the twelve people began to grow madly!
Middle, late, and late Martial Saint Sixth Layer!
Seventh Martial Saint Stage!
Middle Seventh Layer, Late Seventh Layer, and
The eighth level of Martial Saint!
Mid-eighth layer, late-eighth layer, late-eighth layer!
Ninth level of Martial Saint!
Twelve black-robed martial artists had risen three levels in a row! He had actually reached the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm.
In this way, everyone would be at least eight levels higher than Xiang Nan!
This had completely exceeded Xiang Nan's limit.
"Cheating!" "This is cheating!" Canyang said angrily.
But no one answered, not even Black Sickle.
Indeed, it wasn't cheating. Those black-robed martial artists were at the sixth level of the Martial Saint realm. They had temporarily used their own methods to raise their cultivation realm. This was also considered a type of personal strength.
"Kid Xiang Nan, these people are dying." The serpent said in Xiang Nan's heart, "Their Blood Sacrifice seems to only be able to increase their cultivation by one level. However, they forcefully increased their cultivation by three levels. Therefore, regardless of whether they win or lose, after this battle, all of them will be exhausted and die."
"Then damn sixth master, it's obvious that he wants to mess with you."
A Martial Saint's Third Layer Minor Realm, especially a Martial Saint's Late Third Layer Minor Realm! Is that a joke?
At this moment, the twelve black-robed martial artists moved with determination to die.
Quick! Too fast!
The twelve people turned into twelve afterimages and flashed towards Xiang Nan.
The so-called afterimages were relative to Xiang Nan himself. Only Xiang Nan and Black Sickle saw that the twelve people were afterimages. Apart from the two of them, the audience could not see where the twelve people were.
In the eyes of outsiders, those twelve people had already disappeared into thin air!
"Good job." Xiang Nan licked his lips and his body trembled.
Seven ghosts possessed him!
The seventh evil spirit finally crawled out and landed on Xiang Nan before the other six evil spirits were about to return to the Underworld.
At that moment, Xiang Nan's right hand disappeared.
Suddenly, there was a clanging sound in the air.
Twelve people were too fast, so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye, and Xiang Nan's right hand was actually as fast! He was so fast that he couldn't see any shadows.
However, Black Sickle saw that Xiang Nan had blocked every black-robed martial artist's attack from an absolutely perfect angle!
However, those black-robed martial artists' cultivation levels were too high.
When Xiang Nan was blocking the attack, he was knocked flying everywhere.
However, while flying, he could still accurately determine the enemy's attack route.
"He can't hold on any longer." Canyang said.
Black Sickle shook his head and said, "He really can't hold on any longer. Every time he blocks the enemy's attack, it will have a severe impact on him."
"But I don't know why. I always feel that things aren't that simple. He shouldn't have to face the enemy head-on. With his combat awareness, he can dodge the enemy's attack, but he doesn't."
"I think he's waiting for something, or an opportunity."
On the battlefield.
Xiang Nan lowered his head and his body was knocked to the left and right, but his right hand still quickly made several blocking movements.
The twelve martial artists launched an indiscriminate bombardment around Xiang Nan. However, they realized a serious problem. Their realms were extremely high, but they were unable to shatter Xiang Nan's weapons and arm in a short period of time.
In that instant, the twelve people exchanged glances, and the twelve people lined up in a row!
At the last moment of their lives, the twelve people pushed their Astral Qi into the bodies of eleven people, the eleventh into the tenth, and the tenth into the ninth, eighth, fifth, and first!
This belonged to a martial artist who forcefully poured his own Astral Qi into another martial artist's body, but the fluctuations of his Astral Qi, like fingerprints, would not be exactly the same.
A martial artist would not be able to perfectly accept other people's Astral Qi. If he forcefully accepted it, there would only be one outcome, and that would be that his spiritual sea and meridians would be severely damaged or even destroyed.
However, the twelve people weren't afraid. They had originally sent them to their deaths, wanting to die together with Xiang Nan.
At that time, an incredibly terrifying aura condensed onto the first person's body!
It was also at this moment that Xiang Nan smiled.
His right hand trembled, and the two palms merged to form an even larger palm of black light.
"Gemini Palm."
Xiang Nan said indifferently.
Inside the Drunken Flower Pavilion, Sixth Master suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Medium Dao Grade Martial Skill!"
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