65: C65 Duan Ziming's Hands Were Crippled

C65 Duan Ziming's Hands Were Crippled

The fight went on for an hour without a winner.

The other disciples of the sect were watching from afar. None of them dared to make a move. After all, if they interfered in a battle of this level, it was very likely that they would be affected by it.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable!"

After a long period of battle, even Duan Ziming couldn't take it anymore. He looked at Lin Xiao and spoke while gasping for breath.

Lin Xiao didn't respond to Duan Ziming. Instead, he took the opportunity to take out a bottle of Restoration Pills from his sleeve and ate a few of them.

After an hour of battle, not only had both sides lost their strength, they had also suffered a lot of injuries.

After consuming the Restoration Pills, Lin Xiao's injuries continued to recover. At the same time, he recovered the strength he had lost, and the battle became fiercer and fiercer.

The surrounding disciples of the sect revealed a surprised look in their eyes.

An hour of battle had caused Duan Ziming to lose some of his strength. Why did this Lin Xiao become more and more courageous as he fought? Could it be that there was something strange about the pill he consumed?

Zhao Qi stood in the crowd and was also very anxious.

He originally thought that it would be effortless for Duan Ziming to deal with Lin Xiao, but he never thought that the two of them would actually be in a deadlock. Now, Duan Ziming even showed signs of losing. How could he not be worried?

"Alright, that's enough!"

At this moment, Duan Ziming's eyes shot out a purple light. His fists were also surrounded by a purple light. With his roar, a threatening Golden Tiger appeared beside him.

This Golden Tiger was different from the Taotie's shadow. It didn't have the ability to fight alone. Instead, it surrounded Duan Ziming's body, causing his Qi to continuously rise.

"It's the Bashan Fist Sect's holy magic!"

In the crowd, Someone in the crowd recognized this move. He couldn't help but exclaim.

Along with his exclamation, the surrounding disciples of sect took a step back in unison. They were afraid that they would be injured by Duan Ziming's powerful attack.

Zhao Qi narrowed his eyes and said with resentment, "Lin Xiao, you are dead for sure!"

When Lin Xiao saw this scene, he raised his eyebrows playfully and asked, "Hey! Don't tell me you used a forbidden technique?"

He had once seen Faang Xianlong use a forbidden technique, which was similar to Duan Ziming's current appearance.

When Duan Ziming heard this, he sneered, "Ignorant! This is the holy magic of Bashan Fist Sect. Although it has the effect of a forbidden technique, it won't cause the same backlash as a forbidden technique. So, don't even think about escaping!"

Oh?

There's also the holy magic!

It sounded pretty good. It seemed like he needed to find an opportunity to learn the cultivation technique skill of the holy magic. It was quite awesome to suddenly become stronger in a battle.

"Fire Fist!"

"Fiery Fist! '

Right at this moment, Duan Ziming let out two loud roars.

Along with his shout, two different flames emerged from his fists, emitting a sharp Qi. His body was like a shadow, rushing towards Lin Xiao.

For a moment, killing intent filled the air.

Even the Taotie's shadow could feel Duan Ziming's strength. It revealed a manic expression.

Lin Xiao frowned. While using the ultimate movement technique to its limit, he communicated with the dog beating stick with his divine sense, "dog beating stick, I'll pretend that I'm no match for him later. I'll throw you out and you'll find an opportunity to smash this guy to death!"

"Don't worry, master. My name, Sap Venerable, is not for nothing!"

When the dog beating stick heard this, it was also somewhat eager to give it a try.

At the same time, Duan Ziming had already rushed in front of Lin Xiao. He fiercely punched Lin Xiao's arm. Lin Xiao immediately felt a sharp pain from his arm. He frowned and threw the dog beating stick out.

"Good fight!"

Seeing that Lin Xiao was in so much pain that he could not even hold the dog beating stick, Zhao Qi could not help but shout excitedly.

Duan Ziming's eyes also flashed with a hint of the victor's pride. He raised his fist. Bang!

But at this moment, the dog beating stick that was thrown away by Lin Xiao emitted a green glow. It suddenly stopped flying and turned around to hit Duan Ziming's head with a Sap.

Duan Ziming never thought that the dog beating stick would attack on its own. It was impossible for him to guard against a stick that had been sent flying.

Therefore, the stick hit his head solidly.

However, Duan Ziming's cultivation was deep, and this staff was launched by the dog beating stick itself. Without the enhancement of Lin Xiao's strength, it did not knock Duan Ziming out.

But to Lin Xiao, it was enough.

A dark black flame flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes. A flame appeared out of thin air and flew onto Duan Ziming's fists, causing the light of his fists to dim.

"Argh!"

Along with the change in the light on his fists, Duan Ziming let out a shrill cry. The originally dim light lit up again, but this time it was not orange light, but dark black light.

It was the Devil Fire!

Lin Xiao took advantage of the moment when Duan Ziming was restrained by the dog beating stick to release the Devil Fire. He attached the Devil Fire to Duan Ziming's fists. By the time Duan Ziming reacted, he could no longer extinguish the Devil Fire.

He threw both fists at the ground with all his might, trying to extinguish the Devil Fire in his hands. Unfortunately, deep pits were created on the ground, but the Devil Fire in his hands still could not be extinguished.

"Senior Brother Ziming!"

When Zhao Qi saw this scene, shock flashed across his eyes. He hurriedly ran to Duan Ziming's side, trying to help him extinguish this strange dark black flame.

But it was all in vain.

The Devil Fire had already followed Duan Ziming's hands and burned to his wrist. Both of his fists had been burnt black, and it was impossible to see any of his hands.

"Cut off my hands!"

Duan Ziming's face was pale, and his facial features were twisted to the extreme. He looked at Zhao Qi, one word at a time, as if he was biting his own flesh and blood, and shouted in pain.

"What?"

Zhao Qi couldn't believe his ears.

Duan Ziming was the fourth Elites Rank, the pride of Bashan Fist Sect. His hands were equivalent to his second life, but now he was asking him to cut off his hands?

"I want you to cut off my hands!"

Duan Ziming saw that Zhao Qi was still hesitating, so he couldn't help but shout.

How could he not understand what a pair of hands meant to him? But in the current situation, if he didn't cut off both of his hands, this strange flame would sooner or later burn his entire body into charcoal!

His hands were already crippled. If he were to sacrifice his own life for these hands, then it really wouldn't be worth it.0

"Yes..."

At that moment, Zhao Qi could also see the strangeness of the flame. Because it was slowly eating away at Duan Ziming's arm. If he didn't do it now, Duan Ziming's arm might not be able to protect it anymore.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi gritted his teeth and chopped at Duan Ziming's arm.

"Ah!!"

Duan Ziming let out another miserable scream. Blood splashed everywhere. Duan Ziming's two hands were cut off, and his flesh was badly mutilated.

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