Chapter 4747 This King Must Kill

"boom!"

In mid-air, Ming Zhan's aura was as violent as thunder, and the terrifying fighting intent spread in the void, covering everything like an invisible hand.

"What a strong fighting spirit!"

Nie Tian's expression changed, and he was shocked.

This Nether Clan warrior named Ming Zhan exudes the same fighting spirit as Ming Feng.

But the difference is that Ming Zhan's fighting spirit is extremely strong, far beyond Ming Feng's comparison.

This fighting spirit seems to be the unique power of the Nether Clan, similar to some kind of bloodline power.

"Suffer death!"

Ming Zhan had a strong murderous intention. He shouted loudly and struck out with a palm. The power rolled down like a waterfall, forming a huge palm shadow in the air and pressing towards Nie Tian.

"Sword cuts through all the wastes!"

Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt the pressure. He unsheathed the Haotian Sword, and wherever the sword's edge crossed, the sword's brilliance bloomed.

"Bang!"

The next moment, there was a muffled sound, the palms and swords collided, and the world shook.

Nie Tian's figure is like a mountain, with undecided lines.

On the other hand, Ming Zhan took several steps back before he could hold his own.

"How is that possible?"

Ming Zhan was horrified. He looked at Nie Tian with a hint of fear in his shocked eyes.

He did not expect that the seemingly ordinary silver-haired warrior in front of him was so powerful.

"I'll say it again, I don't want to be an enemy of the Nether Clan, don't force me anymore."

Nie Tian's eyes darkened and he spoke coldly.

The Qiye Nether Clan were powerful and he did not want to be his enemy.

More importantly, he felt that after the Hell Heaven Dragon Gate, someone from the Qiye Nether Clan would definitely become the Twelve Heavenly Pillars.

By then, there will be warriors from the Nether Clan who will become Nie Tian’s companions.

It would be unwise to have a conflict with the people of the Underworld at this time.

"Boy, you injured Ming Feng. If you say such words again, it's too late!"

However, the fighting spirit around Ming Zhan surged again, his eyes turned dark red, and the terrifying fighting spirit spread like an invisible barrier.

"It's so weird that the fighting spirit can soar to such an extent."

Nie Tian felt the fierce fighting spirit coming towards his face and was even more surprised.

The Ming Zhan in front of him is not too strong. Like Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun, they are just at the peak of Diqi.

But his combat power surpassed Sheng Yichen and Zhuo Kunlun by a wide margin.

Nie Tian even felt that if they fought alone, Daozi and Mozi might not be their opponents in an open battle.

"The roar of the tiger moves the mountains and rivers!"

But at this moment, Ming Zhan roared again, his whole body full of momentum like a rainbow, and his infinite fighting spirit formed outside his body, forming the shadow of a tiger. The ferocity seemed to shake the heaven and the earth.

"roar!"

The next moment, Ming Zhan punched down, and the wind roared, turning into the shadow of a tiger in the air, letting out a thundering roar.

"It's too much!"

When Nie Tian saw this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he slashed out with his sword. Wherever the shadow of the sword fell, it smashed the tiger's shadow, and forcefully tore open the web of fighting intent.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and Mingzhan stepped back repeatedly, almost unable to stand.

"Fight openly!"

When Ming Feng saw this, he shouted and wanted to rush over to help.

"Get away!"

Ming Zhan stabilized his body, then raised his hand, and a wave of fighting spirit roared out, directly swatting Ming Feng away.

"you……"

Ming Feng flew hundreds of meters away and stood up staggeringly. Just when he was about to speak, he saw that the fighting spirit around Ming Zhan turned red, and he couldn't help but froze.

Is this guy crazy?

The fighting spirit turned red, and the battle was clearly burning blood!

Use blood to stimulate fighting spirit and explode with stronger power.

But in this case, fighting tomorrow is equivalent to a fight to the death with Nie Tian.

"I don't want to be an enemy of the Underworld, but if you want to die, I will never be polite!"

Nie Tian's pupils shrank, and fierce murderous intent surged in his eyes.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, the divine and demonic patterns reappeared.

Open combat burns blood and fighting spirit instantly increases several times.

If Nie Tian didn't show his true strength, something might happen.

"very good!"

Ming Zhan keenly sensed that Nie Tian's aura had changed, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, his fighting spirit became even stronger, and he said proudly: "I, a man from the Nether Tribe, should not be afraid of death!"

"If you die like this, wouldn't your death be worthless?"

And when he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded, like the sound of a verdict.

"Saint!"

Ming Zhan suddenly raised his head and followed the sound. Where he looked, he was the Saint of the Qiye Nether Clan, a woman in white wearing a veil.

"It's her!"

Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked over.

He didn't even notice when the woman in white arrived.

It turns out that this woman is a saint from the Qiye Nether Clan!

"You are no match for him, let's stop here."

The Saint of the Underworld spoke again, her voice cold, but with a domineering tone that could not be disobeyed.

"nonsense!"

Ming Zhan's expression changed, and he said coldly: "He and I haven't decided the winner yet, how can the saint make a judgment?"

"Besides, the saint has only been in our clan for a short time, so how could she know the horror of our clan's seven-night war intention!"

The Saint of the Underworld was disobeyed in public and seemed a little angry, but she said nothing.

"Mingzhan, you, how can you talk to the saint like this?"

Ming Feng on the side couldn't stand it and couldn't help but say.

"snort!"

Ming Zhan snorted coldly and said, "I can call her a saint, which is enough to give her face."

"She is a saint, you admit it, but I don't!"

After saying this, his fighting spirit surged again, surging in the air like a raging wave, causing the surrounding void to vibrate.

Nie Tian frowned as he watched from the side, but he didn't know what to say.

He was a little surprised at this time. Since this woman in white was the Saint of the Underworld, how could she have just arrived in the Underworld?

And from Ming Zhan's words, it seemed that not all people in the Underworld recognized her identity as a Saint.

"Is she really Xue'er?"

Nie Tian was puzzled again, and he couldn't help but tremble when he looked at the Saint of the Underworld.

"Insolent!"

At this time, a domineering voice suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Night King!"

Hearing this voice, Ming Zhan's face changed, and his horror was all written on his face.

He suddenly looked up and saw a domineering figure standing in the sky, wearing a Shura mask, and it was the Night King of the Underworld.

"It's him!"

Nie Tian looked at the man with the Shura mask, and his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

It turned out that this person was the Night King of the Underworld.

The aura of the Night King was calm, but inexplicably, it gave people a sense of unfathomable depth.

Especially after careful perception, you will find that the space he is in seems to be separated from the current time and space, which is very strange.

The Night King was as majestic as a mountain, and his hands did not move at all.

But the next moment, a strange scene happened.

"Pa!"

A crisp slap sounded, and half of Ming Zhan's face was swollen, with several finger marks.

"Your subordinate deserves to die!"

Ming Zhan was extremely horrified and knelt down directly, his voice trembling.

"If you dare to say a word of disrespect to the saint next time."

The Night King spoke solemnly, word by word: "I will kill you!"