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  "Let's fight! I'll take you on head-on!" Wei Ziming said calmly, his eyes fixed straight at the old pirate Qian.

  Qian Lao, the old pirate, was about to make his move when he heard this and suddenly froze, stopping the action he was about to take. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at Wei Ziming, a hint of chill rising in the depths of his pupils.

  Wei Ziming's previous words also made the people present understand something. The two juniors of Qian Lao, the pirate, fell into Wei Ziming's hands, no wonder he insisted on getting rid of Wei Ziming.

  However, Wei Ziming's request for a head-on confrontation with Qian Lao still shocked everyone present, and even admired his courage.

  But this is just a suicidal act, although Wei Ziming has the combat power comparable to that of a pre-heavenly strong expert, facing a pre-heavenly second boundary old man Qian, it's just like an egg hitting a rock, without any suspense.

  "This kid is looking for death, what a pity, such a good seedling." The old man Xu standing aside secretly sighed, but his eyes didn't show any regret, instead, they sparkled with schadenfreude.

  He didn't mind, but he felt a genuine sense of joy that Wei Ziming had severed the bloodline of Lao Tzu, and as for Wei Ziming's life or death, he couldn't care less.

  Cao's eyes sparkled with a hint of cleverness, as he thoughtfully gazed at Qian and Wei. "What exactly does Old Man Qian want? What kind of thing is he planning to scheme from Wei's body? This point needs to be investigated further. After Old Man Qian has eliminated this little brat, I'll take a look at what he's obtained."

  "What a pity, for the sake of what's on this kid's body, he actually sacrificed his own son and grandson's lives. But this kid won't live past today either."

  As for the five pirate leaders, Old Zhu's gaze was now on Luo Qing, and in his heart, he thought to himself "The one who killed Qian Wei and Qian Xue must have had Luo Qing's involvement, but... this Wei Zi Ming insisted that it was all his own doing, without even hinting at Luo Qing's involvement. This kid is too loyal, refusing to implicate Luo Qing even in death."

  "But! For Luo Guangtou, Wei Ziming's death still has value, at least it didn't implicate his grandson. If not, I would have been able to see a good show, what a pity! What a pity!" Old Zhu felt a slight sense of disappointment.

  For the five pirate leaders, many things are tacitly understood, but if they were put on the table and made clear.

  So things will go in another direction, just like this matter now, the five old pirates are all old slippery fish, very clever, and can easily guess that Luo Qing also has a share.

  In the hearts of the three pirate old men, they had already determined that Wei Ziming was doomed to escape, and at the same time, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts began to arise.

  Obviously, Wei Ziming dared to provoke him so openly, Old Moneybags would definitely not let this kid off.

  At the same time, Wei Ziming heard that he was going to have a head-on battle with Qian Lao Tou.

  Luo Guang's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of unusual color, and he secretly thought, "Could it be that this kid has seen through my thoughts? That's why he's acting like this, which is troublesome."

  "This little devil's death will make the relationship between me and Qing'er become distant, troublesome! Headache!" Luo Guang glanced at the small black bag on Luo Qing's back, and couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance.

  At this time, the one who reacted the slowest was actually Luo Qing.

  He couldn't understand why Wei Ziming was doing this, with his grandfather protecting him, he would definitely not let anything happen to him, and Wei Ziming didn't seem like a fool who would harm himself for the sake of temporary anger.

  Because he couldn't figure out the connection, when he heard Wei Ziming's words, his brain was like a mess, and his thoughts were unclear, so he didn't react immediately.

  Although he couldn't figure out the ins and outs of it all, Luo Qing still considered Wei Ziming a friend, so he hastily spoke up, "Ziming, how can you be so muddled!"

  Apart from these words, Luo Qing didn't know what language to use to express his current emotions, but his actions were not hesitant, and he walked straight towards Wei Ziming, wanting to face this matter with him.

  "Qian Lao's son Qian Wei, and his grandson Qian Xue want to take our lives, this account I haven't settled with them yet, who are they to settle accounts with us?"

  Things have come to this point, he also understands that Grandpa will not intervene, but since he has gotten himself involved in the matter, even if Grandpa doesn't want to show up, he still has to.

  He lifted his feet and had only taken a few steps when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, rendering Luo Qing immobile.

  The one who stopped Luo Qing was none other than Old Pirate Luo. At this moment, he didn't care about Luo Qing's anxious face at all. His thick and heavy hands, like steel castings, firmly indicated his attitude at the moment.

  Looking at the scene in front of him, Wei Ziming's heart warmed slightly, but he still shook his head slightly at Luo Qing, indicating that he should not make any more futile struggles.

  "Lu Qing doesn't need to worry about me, this old man can't handle me!"

  Wei Ziming's methods were limited, and now he only had one method that could be used, which was the Blood Extermination Temple inheritance technique obtained from Xiao Ge.

  Xuè Shà Diàn is a behemoth, awe-inspiring and feared by all, with slaughter as its duty, having massacred countless strong warriors, with enemies as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River, yet no one can do anything to this behemoth.

  The Blood Calamity Temple has not been eroded by time, this is undeniable.

  Its legacy has been passed down for an unknown number of years, and the Blood Massacre Temple still stands tall in the world, looking down on all.

  The inheritance of such a grand and majestic thing gave Wei Ziming an inexplicable sense of confidence, for the inherited technique he had obtained through his good fortune had already been thoroughly understood and grasped by him.

  If this inheritance cannot help Weiziming retreat from the enemy, then Xue Shadian, who takes killing as his own responsibility, would have long since ceased to exist in the world and been destroyed by his enemies.

  Ignoring Luo Qing, he stared straight at the old pirate Qian again, slowly drawing his own sword, with the blade pointing forward. His voice was cold, but firm as he said, "How dare you! Do you dare to fight me head-on? Or are you afraid?"

  What a arrogant little kid! The people present, although their eyes sparkled with light, but they didn't make a sound.

  However! The vast majority of people present had a hint of an arc at the corner of their mouths, as if mocking something.

  "This kid is indeed loyal, being calculated by Luo Guangtou, yet still maintains his relationship with Luo Qing, this kid is still too naive"

  "If I die, then I'll just be dead, but if I don't bring some companions with me, the road to the underworld will be very lonely!"

  Several old men who were watching from the side felt deeply moved at this moment!

  As for Lao Da Hai, he never had too much expression, but when he heard Wei Ziming's words, his eyelids involuntarily twitched slightly, and a hint of anger and sadness finally appeared on his face, revealing his true feelings at this moment.

  "Good little scamp!" A flush of crimson rose to Old Moneybags' face, a sign of the anger in his heart.

  "I won't let easy death go!"

  "I'll suffer all the torments of the world, I'll offer my soul in agony as a sacrifice for my son." A tinge of bitter resentment submerged the anger on his face.

  "Old chap!" A hint of chilliness also appeared on Wei Ziming's face. Can he calculate me? Can't I counterattack?

  "Dare or not dare? Speak plainly." Wei Ziming obviously didn't care about the verbal threat, a hint of disdain appeared on his face, he wasn't underestimating the old man in front of him, but rather looked down on him.

  Wei Ziming's dominance is still unexpected, but more of it is pitiful!

  "Thinking of dying? It's not that easy." Qian Lao Hai Zei's voice was like a harsh winter, carrying an unparalleled chill.

  "Cut off his limbs first! Crush his bones to pieces!" Old Money the pirate wanted to see the look of pain, terror and pleading on Wei Ziming's face, so he wouldn't kill him directly.

  Qian Lao has made his move!

  He wanted to slow down Wei Ziming's painful process as much as possible, so he walked step by step towards Wei Ziming with a ferocious face.

  The others present looked at Qian Lao's slow footsteps and the increasing pressure, giving Wei Ziming more sympathy.

  Luo Qing, who was still standing on Wei Ziming's side, had been knocked unconscious by Old Man Luo.

  Lu Qing's father, Lu Yanmeng, had already caught the fainting Lu Qing and looked at his son before glancing at Wei Ziming. Suddenly, he had an idea to persuade Qian Lao to give Wei Ziming a good scolding, but he didn't put this thought into action.

  Qian Lao's footsteps were slow, but the aura of intimidation on his body grew stronger and stronger, giving Wei Ziming a heavy feeling. The air around him seemed to thicken, as if it was going to bind him and make him bow down.

  In response, Wei Ziming didn't show any signs of panic or fear. In his eyes, apart from a cold glint, there was also a hint of anticipation flickering.

  The congenital true yuan in Wei Ziming's body suddenly accelerated its rapid rotation, and in an instant, the fire-red congenital true yuan was dyed with a stroke of ink-like blackness.

  Deep and dark, like the depths of hell, full of mystery, without the chill of winter, but with a freezing cold breath that freezes the soul.

  Deep and dark, like a starless night sky, vast and boundless, can only look up to, but no one knows its first two.

  Transformed into a profound and pitch-black congenital true yuan, although emitting an icy aura that freezes the soul, the originally scorching attribute of Wei Ziming's congenital true yuan did not extinguish due to this, but instead became even more violent and intense, even more scorching.

  The meridians seem to have been refined by this intense heat, and the body seems to have turned into a crucible.

  Wei Ziming didn't show any signs of pain because everything was under his control.

  In an instant, the changes within his body were unimaginable, yet the aura inside him did not leak out, at least the few old men present didn't notice anything.

  The only thing that made others notice was that Wei Ziming's breath seemed to be getting weaker and more restrained, giving people a sense of calmness, like the stillness of the night sky.

  Perhaps it was, this hall was originally dimly lit, and no one noticed that Wei Ziming's black eyes had become even darker, like ink-black, as if they had lost their focus, leaving only a deep, dark abyss.

  Qian Lao Tou gradually approached Wei Zi Ming, his aura growing increasingly strong, the air around him seeming to thicken like a swamp, revealing strands of murderous intent.

  It seems that no one is paying attention to Wei Ziming because in other people's eyes, he is just a weakling, and no one has noticed the subtle changes in Wei Ziming.

  For the weak, pity is just another person's pale and powerless charity.

  "Not everyone is a soft mud that can be manipulated by anyone!" Wei Ziming said calmly, looking at the approaching Qian Lao.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and his body shot up rapidly. The blue long sword in his hand suddenly turned black, like the night sky, intangible and shapeless, stabbing straight out.

  As he watched Wei Ziming charge towards him, a hint of sarcastic smile appeared on Qian Lao's pirate face. Although he was somewhat unusual and had dodged his previous attack, in the face of absolute strength, everything else was pale.

  However, the sarcastic smile on his lips had just risen when a sense of crushing crisis suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

  The experience accumulated over time, instantly adjusting his state, Old Money put away his disdain, and a strange weapon suddenly appeared in his hand, like a knife and a sword, with a faint blood glow, revealing that it was a fierce instrument that had drunk countless blood.

  Due to the gap in their skills, although Wei Ziming suddenly gave him a threatening feeling, Qian Lao firmly believed that this was just a flash in the pan and determined that Wei Ziming only had one hit of strength.

  Only one blow is needed to defeat the enemy with a single move, only an unexpected sneak attack can succeed, a head-on confrontation is just a paper tiger.

  So Old Money is ready to make a move and tear this paper tiger apart.

  The next moment, the two of them were instantly intertwined, but at this moment, Old Money's pupils suddenly shrunk to a fine needle, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

  He made a frontal block, but it didn't stop the attack. The black long sword was like smoke, instantly dodging and weaving, the shadow of death had already enveloped him. Wei Ziming's swift shadow had already pierced through his body.

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