Chapter: 1366

He wanted to quarrel with Ning Qi again, but Duan Zhiwen glanced at him lightly. Seeing this, Duan Yingshuai immediately shut his mouth.

"It's you, you want to challenge me?"

Duan Zhiwen looked at Ning Qi mockingly.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm busy, come on."

Ning Qi walked to the center of the arena and stretched out his palm towards Duan Zhiwen. When everyone was wondering what he was going to do, Ning Qi ticked it provocatively.

"Ridiculous!"

Duan Zhiwen sneered in his heart. He didn't understand where Ning Qi was so confident. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Duan Zhiwen smiled slightly, and appeared in front of Ning Qi in a flash, intending to use the strongest move to suppress Ning Qi. Duan Zhiwen's back seemed to condense a golden God of War.

Ning Qi looked at him indifferently, and the next moment, he swung the knife.

puff.

Duan Zhiwen flew out with a look of disbelief.

Ning Qi didn't even look at him, and walked directly outside Shenlonghou Mansion.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped.

They looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Duan Zhiwen, the top arrogant of the majestic Dragon Marquis Mansion, and the peak Dou Huang who had stepped into the second stage of life and death, was defeated by the opponent just like this?

What kind of knife technique is that!

What a means!

A serious look appeared in Duan Shouheng's eyes, while Duan Shoujun flew to Duan Zhiwen's side to check his injuries.

"How could this be..."

Duan Zhiwen muttered to himself in shock, until now, he was willing to believe that he was defeated by a peak fighting emperor.

Duan Yingshuai stood there stunned, his mind still not coming back to his senses.

Seeing Ning Qi turn around and leave, Duan Baoshan hurriedly chased after him, and the young man who came with Duan Baoshan also followed closely after seeing this.

"Fortunately, this guy is not challenging me..."

Duan Musheng looked at Duan Zhiwen's sad end, and thought of it with some joy in his heart.

"After this time, you should also know the truth about others, let's see how you have the face to argue with me."

The corner of Duan Musheng's mouth revealed a schadenfreude look, and he turned and left.

"Zhiwen, are you alright?"

Duan Shouheng worriedly looked at Duan Zhiwen who didn't say a word. He checked Duan Zhiwen's injuries and found that his injuries were not life-threatening, but there was an obvious knife wound on his chest, which was bleeding non-stop.

"I'm fine!"

Duan Zhiwen coldly pushed away Duan Shouheng's arm, stood up with difficulty, turned around and left, his face was so gloomy that water could drip.