The snow-white light of the knife cut through the waves of qi that were still surging in the inn.

Xing Yufei's heart froze, and the young man who came with her frowned, and shouted, "Deacon Xing, leave it to me here." ”

After that, the young man's figure flashed and he came behind Xing Yufei at that time, facing the sword light with a sneer.

And Meng Tong was also shocked by Xing Yufei's ruthless methods, and he was a little too late to make a move, but fortunately, the attack of the sword light made Xing Yufei's offensive stagnate, which gave Meng Tong the opportunity to stop Xing Yufei's claws for the Qian family's sisters and brothers.

Boom!

A muffled sound spread out at the moment when Meng Tong and Xing Yu were not fighting, and the spiritual power of the two collided with each other, but it was not like the previous disciple of Jinghua Mansion, who was ostentatious and outward, but condensed between the palms of the two, washing back and forth.

"The most poisonous woman's heart! Xing Yu is not too heavy for you to kill. Meng Tong said coldly, with a suppressed anger in his tone.

"Hmph. each other. Xing Yufei snorted coldly.

After the two of them said this, they became more and more violently urged the spiritual power in their bodies to continuously gather between their hands and collide with each other, so that the spiritual power around the palms where the two touched each other gathered to an extremely rich point. The surrounding space began to be faintly distorted in such a collision of spiritual power.

And this kind of spiritual power is also extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake will cause one of them to be seriously injured or even fall into death.

On the other side, the snow-white sword light finally killed the young disciple in Jinghua Mansion. The other party did not show the slightest fear in the face of such a sharp attack, and even the figure standing there did not waver for half a minute, as if he did not take the other party's killing move in his eyes at all.

Seeing that the sword light was getting closer and closer, it had already killed him in a blink of an eye.

His eyebrows suddenly raised, the center of his eyebrows, chest, back, and arms of the four divine gates lit up one after another, and the roulette wheel with dazzling light rotated, and jerky lines appeared on the periphery of those roulettes, and the respective divine patterns in the four divine gates were connected, and a certain qi machine appeared at that moment. Behind him, a phantus of a white-clothed immortal sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed suddenly appeared.

The young man's right hand stretched out, his index and ring fingers straightened, the other three fingers bent, and he tapped lightly towards the place where the sword light struck.

Bite!

A short, clear sound slammed through the inn.

His fingers caught the long knife that was so white and bright that it was almost blinding.

......

Wei Lai's brow furrowed.

When he came to the inn with the trembling golden thread in the search for the divine gate, he saw the Qian family sisters and brothers who were surrounded by everyone in the corner at a glance, and of course he also saw the woman who suddenly made a move. He was naturally shocked and angry, and when he brazenly drew his sword, he also had the slightest intention of keeping his hand, the eighty-one divine blood in his body, and the eighty-two spiritual platforms were all urged by him to the extreme at that time, and then cooperated with the method of exerting force that he had been granted by the seventh day of the first month. Coupled with the strange state of being in harmony with heaven and earth these days, he has become familiar with the method of exerting power.

Every time the knife is released, there is no need to be able to urge, and the power of blood and qi in the body and the spiritual power will independently travel through the eighteen points of Bai Mian, Xu Yu, Changgong, and Tonghe, and then gather together in both hands, and the power that can explode in an instant is almost close to thirty percent of the total power in his body.

This is not an empty number as it sounds.

There were eighty-two spiritual platforms in Wei Lai's body, except for the one in the center that was burning with black spiritual flames, the remaining eighty-one spiritual platforms were burning with the most powerful golden spiritual flames. Even if he only has a spiritual platform burning with this golden spiritual flame, it is enough to be valued by the sect among the vast majority of the Divine Sects in the Northern Realm, and the position of the Holy Son or the quasi-Holy Son can be said to be at your fingertips, not to mention that there are eighty-one such a full eighty-one?

Because of this, Wei Lai also had a trouble that ordinary monks could not imagine at all—that is, with the method he mastered, it was difficult to fully use the spiritual power in his body.

And the method granted to him by the seventh day of the first month allowed him to soar the spiritual power he could use from about 10% to 30% when he was out of the sword. This is almost equivalent to tripling Wei Lai's combat power, and the power contained in the sword that drives the thirty percent spiritual power in Wei Lai's body is enough for most of the Three Realms monks to avoid, of course, this has to be excepted from monsters such as Ah Cheng who condensed a complete divine pattern in the Three Realms.

Wei Lai certainly knew that although such a sect was powerful, it was far from enough to threaten a Four Realms cultivator.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party would take such a knife so easily.

His face was a little ugly, but before he could recover from it, the young man's voice rang out.

"I thought it was a big man, but I didn't want to be a clown. The man spoke, and he grabbed the two fingers of the white wolf devouring the moon and slammed it hard, trying to shatter the knife.

But the moment the spiritual power poured out, his complexion suddenly changed, and the long knife that should have been shattered under the attack of his spiritual power had never changed at all, and the spiritual power he stimulated poured into the blade like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest wind and waves.

As I said in the seventh year of the first month, the master duel, seven points of strength, and three points of strength, in order to leave a back hand behind the enemy who cannot be defeated with one move.

Of course, this is a very reasonable statement, but for Wei Lai, it is unreasonable. Because he couldn't use his full strength at all, naturally there was no talk of keeping his hands.

At the moment when the man was stunned, Wei put away the horror that had just sprung up in his heart, his other hand, the cuff shook, and the black dagger fell into his hand, and the black python was held by him like a poisonous snake at that time, and stabbed fiercely into the man's temple from the side. This hand can not be described as ruthless, if it is successful, anyone will have to die on the spot, the man also reacted at this time, and there was a murderous surge in his eyes when he looked at Wei Lai.

"At such a young age, you are so ruthless! Aren't you from the Demon Gate?" he said, and his other hand suddenly stretched out, blocking the attack launched by Wei Lai's other hand at an astonishing speed.

Or in order to maintain his demeanor as the quasi-holy son of Jinghua Immortal Mansion, this time, he also used his index finger and ring finger to lightly clamp Hei Mang, but just after touching the dagger of Hei Mang, his complexion changed again.

There was a chill from the pitch-black dagger, the chill was anything but unusual, and the man could feel that his spiritual power was being consumed by the chill, and although it was extremely slow, it was running autonomously without anyone urging it. The man didn't know if Wei Lai didn't master the purpose of this dagger, or if he didn't have the cultivation to support it, but there was no doubt that this dagger and the snow-white long knife were extraordinary.

When he thought of this, the man's eyes flashed with fanaticism, which was greed, and it was also the intense murderous intent that came from it.

How could such a sacred object fall into the hands of a country boy in a remote Yan land? No, it was in the hands of the evil people of the Demon Gate.

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in the man's eyes was even worse, and he used both hands to restrain Wei Lai's knife and dagger respectively, so as to control Wei Lai's figure. Then he looked down at the boy who was a little shorter than himself, and watched the anger in his eyes and the struggle as the spiritual power surged around him. The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he opened his mouth and whispered: "Immortals look at mortal dust." ”

As soon as these words fell, the immortal figure behind him with closed eyes and crossed knees suddenly opened his eyes, and those eyes flashed with stars and looked straight at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai's body shook, and he suddenly felt a vast and powerful qi enveloping him, his face turned pale, and the spiritual power in his body came to a standstill at that moment.

But before he could break free from this change, the man's voice sounded again.

"Ants are everywhere you look. ”