The Evil Emperor Chasing His Wife: The Heaven-defying Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 642 Hemiplegia 1
Jing Zhi covered the wound on his shoulder and gritted his teeth: "Nan Lingge, I didn't expect you to become so powerful in such a short period of time. I'm really impressed."

Nan Lingge sneered: "I said before that my talent is very strong, as long as you give me time, you are definitely not my opponent, but you were too conceited back then, thinking that you were invincible."

"Haha, even so, so what, I, Jingzhi, have nothing to worry about in this world, but what about you! Youli Zun is dead, so you don't feel anything at all?" Jingzhi's mouth curled into a wicked smile, Even if he is at a disadvantage now, he still doesn't want her to have a good time.

Nan Lingge's complexion changed, a pain flashed in his eyes, and he immediately realized: "Didn't I just say that? I don't believe your answer!"

"You really don't believe it?" Jing Zhi said.

Nan Lingge's hand holding the sword couldn't help tightening, his nails sank into the flesh and blood of his palm, and bright red blood dripped into the palace, which was quite ear-piercing.

After a long time, Nan Lingge calmly raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly: "Jingzhi, you don't care about anyone, don't you care about life and death?"

Jingzhi's expression changed: "What do you want to do?"

"I just want to know, if you touch my bottom line again and again, are you really not afraid of death?"

A look of ruthlessness flashed across Nan Lingge's eyes, and before Jing Zhi could speak, he went straight up with the sword in his hand. This time, the sword technique was full of evil spirit, which showed that the master's temper had been polished.

Seeing Nan Lingge's sword flying towards him, Jing Zhi hurriedly dodged in space, and then flew up to Nan Lingge, raising his hand to give Nan Lingge a slap.

As everyone knows, the sword that just dodged behind him went back and forth, and the fierce sword edge was chasing after him. When Jing Zhi reacted, it was too late, so he could only dodge the vital point sideways.

But he didn't expect that what Nan Lingge wanted was his side, and the sword pierced straight through Jing Zhi's elbow, intercepting and cutting it off.

"what……"

Jing Zhi screamed in pain, his face was pale, and half of his arm fell to the ground lifelessly, leaving only bloody wounds.

The sword returned to Nan Lingge's hands, it was not stained with any blood, and it was as brand new as the original one: "Jingzhi, I never thought that I was inferior to you, but you have always thought so, why? Does it feel good to be slapped in the face?"

"This is the Protoss, I brought the demons here, you dare to hurt me, I will make your plan in the Protoss a complete failure," Jing Zhi said with a pale face.Some regretted coming to find Nan Lingge today.

"If you die, won't you be able to destroy my plan?"

Nan Lingge sneered, maybe if Jing Zhilai hadn't told her what happened to the Demon Race, she wouldn't know anything about it, but she didn't thank him.

"You...you dare to kill me! I'm..." Jing Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why not?" As she said that, Nan Lingge's face turned serious, and she flew up, gathered her spiritual power, and expressed her courage with practical actions.

The silver light flickered, fast and sharp, making it difficult for people to see what happened, but the sound of Youjingzhi's screams continued.

The smell of blood in the hall became more and more intense, and the guards guarding outside the palace heard the movement, and when they saw this situation, they yelled in their hearts that it was not good.

Because Nanlingge likes to be quiet, no outsiders are kept in the palace, usually only she and Bai Shaoqian are there.

(End of this chapter)