Chapter 448 The End of God
On the three-point teaching field,
Nie Feng held a knife in his hand and chopped from the south side of the Sanfen Training Ground all the way to the Martial Arts Viewing Platform on the north side of the training ground.

There are nearly ten thousand subordinates of the Japanese Wushen Jue Palace who are living a good life in the whole square.

but,

So many people still couldn't stop Nie Feng from moving forward.

Nie Feng repeated the mechanical movements. When he raised his hand, a forty-meter-long sword appeared. When he lowered his hand, a large field of Japanese wheat fell down.

He swung the knife in one swoop and slashed it down without blinking.

The color of the eyes also became more evil and weird.

Jue Wushen was feeling extremely heartbroken watching on the martial arts viewing stage. These people could be said to represent most of the accumulation of Wushen Jue Palace's experience. This time, Jue Wushen came with all the hopes of Wushen Jue Palace. He was extremely determined to dominate the Central Plains of Shenzhou.

It can be said that if he fails this time, he will not be able to face the stupid old women on the island when he returns to Japan.

He was still worried about the Emperor.

After he returns, he will most likely be eaten by the Emperor.

After all, the emperor has been pressed and rubbed by him many times over the years.

but,

Jue Wushen had to run at this time.

Jue Wushen cursed in his heart: "Fuck you, you pig-like idiots from the Central Plains. I am willing to rule you, but you don't feel honored and actually go against me. Especially this beast-like Nie Feng. He can't be killed no matter how hard you try."

The scar on his chest made him completely give up the idea of ​​fighting Nie Feng.

Jue Wushen sighed and said to himself: "It seems that I can only evacuate temporarily."

After he figured it out, he immediately shouted loudly: "Come on, kill Nie Feng. Whoever kills Nie Feng, I will personally teach him a magical skill, 100 taels of gold, and ten beauties from the Central Plains."

In an instant, the masters of Wushen Juegong who had lost their will to fight became excited and started to strangle Nie Feng again.

At this time, Jue Wushen immediately set out to escape.

Just when Jue Wushen had escaped a dozen meters, Nie Feng's back suddenly appeared in front of him.

This startled Jue Wushen, "Why did he target me instead of killing those rubbish?"

in fact,

For Nie Feng at this moment, it doesn't matter who he kills.

He had only one thought—Kill, kill, kill! ! !
Jue Wushen slipped away quietly and even the possessed Nie Feng would not notice.

But unfortunately, he shouted, intending to use the ordinary disciples of Wushen Jue Palace as cannon fodder to hold down Nie Feng.

But what Nie Feng heard was: "Come and hit me! Idiot!"

How could Nie Feng, who has already become a demon, tolerate this?
Nie Feng just sprinted forward and found Jue Wushen waiting for him on the road ahead.

The short distance he moved was just a dozen meters, but blood flowed like a river.

Although Nie Feng held an icy and cold Xueyin Sword in his hand, he seldom used the sword in battle.

At this moment, Nie Feng himself is a knife.

A peerless demonic sword that is extremely vicious and evil.

Countless sharp sword auras surrounded his body.

The sword energy was baring its fangs and claws, constantly reaping all the lives around it.

With every death, the demonic energy in Nie Feng becomes stronger.

The space where he was was gray and filled with a depressing and weird atmosphere, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Although Jue Wushen wanted to escape, it didn't mean he was afraid to fight.

But after weighing the pros and cons, I came to the conclusion that it would be of no benefit to continue the war.

Jue Wushen said with a ferocious look on his face: "Nie Feng, you Central Plains dog, don't force me to fight you to the death."

Nie Feng had no expression on his face.

It was very quiet, eerily quiet, and depressingly quiet.

Jue Wushen said viciously again: "Nie Feng, don't think that I am really afraid of you. I have the dragon vein in my hand. Even your master Xiongba would be afraid of me. Get out of my way if you know what's good for you."

Nie Feng still had a blank expression on his face, staring at Jue Wushen with a pair of evil and weird eyes.

Seeing Jue Wushen was both flustered and confused. He felt extremely scared, like a piece of meat on a chopping board. Nie Feng's ruthless eyes seemed to be observing where to cut to make the meat more tender.

Just as Jue Wushen was about to say a few more words, Nie Feng moved.

Do not!
It wasn't Nie Feng who moved, it was the sword energy outside his body that moved.

The sword energy flying wildly outside his body was like millions of propellers spinning, or like a storm composed of blades, spinning endlessly and crushing towards Jue Wushen.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!!!!” Jue Wushen held up a spherical shield to protect himself and angrily cursed: “Young man, you have no moral principles and you just start fighting when you say so.”

Nie Feng had already become possessed by the devil at this time.

And it is the most peculiar state of demonic possession.

The emotions at this moment are extremely complicated.

"The Three Swords of Avici Path" is so cold that it lacks human emotions, only extreme rationality.

The First Evil Emperor's "Demon Sword" is full of murderous intent.

The ancestor of the Nie family is the ferocious Qilin with mad blood.

Blended into one.

At this moment, Nie Feng had reached a state where he was not surprised by either honor or disgrace, except for a hint of murderous intent in his heart.

"puff!"

Nie Feng raised his pale right hand gently and then lowered it gently.

The indestructible golden body shield outside Jue Wushen's body suddenly shattered.

"Ah!" Jue Wushen cried out in pain.

One of his arms was cut off by the knife. Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound, as the icy properties of the Snow Drinking Knife directly froze the wound into ice.

At this moment,

Jue Wushen finally understood that his strength was not in the same dimension as Nie Feng's.

in fact,

This is the result of God's own death.

If Jue Wushen hadn't sent so many ordinary Wushen Juegong cannon fodders for Nie Feng to kill, he wouldn't have the strength to do so.

At this moment, Nie Feng's strength is extremely terrifying.

His strength made Emperor Shitian, who was watching the battle from afar, feel a little nervous.

Luo Xian was horrified and said, "What kind of martial arts is Nie Feng practicing? How can it be so terrifying? Even if I want to kill Jue Wushen who controls the dragon vein, it will take a lot of effort. But Nie Feng raised his hand and defeated him easily with a single blow."

Emperor Shi Tian's eyes flashed with an icy look and thought to himself, "The magic technique is so weird. It seems that I have always underestimated it. Every time Nie Feng kills ten people, his skills can be improved by about one year. At this moment, his power is almost equivalent to my skills of five or six hundred years. If he continues to kill, can he threaten me?"

Jue Wushen knelt down and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare my life! Master, please spare my life. I am willing to offer you the dragon vein to spare my life."

After saying this, Jue Wushen grasped the middle of the dragon vein with one hand and raised it up for Nie Feng to take.

But Nie Feng still stood there with an expressionless face.

The distance between the dragon vein and Nie Feng was not far at this time, and the demon-suppressing effect took effect, temporarily pausing Nie Feng's violent murderous intent.

Seeing that Nie Feng didn't say anything, Jue Wushen continued to beg for mercy: "Please, great hero, let me go!"

Although Jue Wushen is an unrivaled strong man who intimidates others, his characteristics of ruthlessly oppressing the weak and shamelessly licking the strong have been passed down very thoroughly.

Nie Feng's eyes returned to normal. He glanced at the blood-flowing, broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground at the Sanfen Branch School. His compassionate heart broke out: "I shouldn't have committed such a serious sin of killing today. You should leave now! Run as far as you can before I become a demon again!"

Upon hearing this, Jue Wushen immediately beamed with joy and said, "Thank you, great hero, for sparing my life."

Then when he stood up, he looked at the dragon vein in his hand and thought to himself, "This idiot Nie Feng didn't ask me to keep the dragon vein, so I will take it away without hesitation. Humph! I will get this back."

Juezonosuke didn't waste any time and started running immediately.

He was not good at Qinggong, but that was when he was compared to the strongest people in this world. He used Qinggong to run more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

Twenty meters,
Jue Wushen thought to himself, "Is Nie Feng trying to trick me?"

Thirty meters.

Jue Wushen was ecstatic and said in his heart: "The people of Central Plains are really stupid. They actually let the enemy leave."

Fifty meters.

Jue Wushen felt that he had escaped from Nie Feng's attack range.

Seventy meters.

Jue Wushen said to himself sinisterly, "I will definitely return to the Central Plains to fight back. Next time, I will kill all the men in the Central Plains and capture the women to make prostitutes."

Ninety-nine meters...

A terrifying blade light appeared, and a hundred-meter-long sword made of true energy appeared between heaven and earth, slashing down with a loud bang, and Jue Wushen died very cleanly.

Jue Wushen's last thought was:
"When I ran 99 meters, he finally pulled out a 100-meter-long sword! What's the difference between this and dying at the starting line?"

(End of this chapter)