Qin Enchanting's right hand, I don't know when it was already tightly clasped with Fang Bai's left hand, and his palm was already full of sweat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although she didn't understand martial arts, when Wen Shiba's sword stabbed out, she could also feel the infinite killing power contained in it, her heart beat suddenly, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't dare to look at it.

"Nephew Wen Xian, be merciful!"

Qin Ling condensed his voice and reminded Wen Shiba, hoping that he would not be too ruthless and hurt the ghost hand, otherwise the two sides would have a mortal enmity.

Wen Eighteen turned a deaf ear to Qin Ling's words, and the momentum of that sword was even stronger, the true yuan was agitated, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and all the retreats of the ghost hand had been sealed.

Wen Shibai was full of confidence in his sword, and he felt that it was the most wonderful and pinnacle sword he had ever stabbed in his life.

He seemed to have seen the scene of the ghost hand's fists being cut off by himself, screaming in horror, and the corners of his mouth even had a cold smile.

When the soft sword in Wen Shiba's hand was still a foot away from his chest, the figure of the ghost hand moved.

He dodged Wen Eighteen's inevitable sword with incredible speed, and then swung his fist straight at the blade of Wen Eighteen's soft sword.

Wen Eighteen's soft sword is cast from special materials, extremely flexible and sharp, coupled with the fierce sword aura wrapped in the sword body, ordinary martial artists do not dare to touch it with flesh and blood, otherwise it will undoubtedly hurt.

And the ghost hand was so bold that he directly sacrificed his fist and smashed it into the soft sword, in Wen Shiba's opinion, his hand would definitely end up in a bloody end.

When-

The fist of the ghost hand smashed into the sword body of Wen Shiba's soft sword, and it actually made a clear and clear sound like a metal clash of metal.

The moment the fists and swords clashed, Wen Shiba's arm holding the sword suddenly trembled as if it had been overpowered.

Immediately, an extremely domineering and ferocious abnormal force spread from the sword body and poured into his arm, causing him great pain, and the soft sword almost couldn't hold it, and flew out of his hand.

"What a hard fist! What a domineering fist?"

Wen ****** was taken aback, his face changed slightly, the soft sword was retracted inward, and after holding the sword flower in the air, the sword body was horizontal, and then it slashed horizontally towards the waist of the ghost hand.

The punch of the ghost hand just now made Wen Shibai put away all his contempt and showed his stunt "Eighteen Swords of Storm" at the bottom of the box.

"Eighteen Swords of Stormy Rain" is the family inheritance of the Wen family of Yanyulou swordsmanship, although there are only eighteen swords in total, but one sword is more powerful than one sword, when it is fully exerted, the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, shrouded in all directions, such as a violent wind sweeping, like a torrential rain pouring, the momentum is amazing.

Wen Eighteen has practiced this family swordsmanship since he was a child, and when he was eighteen years old, he finally mastered it, and the swordsmanship was completed, and no one could resist his serial eighteen swords, so he changed his name to "Wen Eighteen".

Wen Eighteen's first sword stabbed out, and without waiting for the move to use the old, it was followed by the second, third, and fourth swords......

His sword was as fast as a sword, and when he reached the sixth sword, the power of the six swords was superimposed, and then it exploded in an instant.

Everywhere the sword body passed, the surrounding air and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred by the sword wind, and the sky danced and flew violently, and with the direction of the long sword, it shrouded the ghost hand.

Everyone around, except for Fang Bai, everyone else was moved by Wen Eighteen's swordsmanship,

"If it's me, if I don't do my best, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop the power of his six swords! Yanyu Building is worthy of being a great sect in the secular ancient martial arts world, and it really has a rich heritage!"

Qin Ling looked at Wen Shibai with a solemn face, and once again became worried about the ghost hand.

Wen Eighteen's "Eighteen Swords of Stormy Rain" is several times more powerful than the first sword he stabbed just now, and the ghost hand can block his sword, but it may not be able to block his serial swordsmanship.

Wen Xiangxin's eyes showed even more appreciation, in his opinion, his son's swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to before, maybe he doesn't need to use the eighteen swords, the ghost hand will be injured and defeated.

When the time comes, you must let your son humiliate the two little rabbit cubs who don't know the height of the sky, and let them know that Yanyulou is not something that anyone can provoke.

The ghost hand who had been caught up in Wen Eighteen's sword momentum looked as usual, and there was still a sarcasm in his eyes, as if Wen Eighteen's wonderful sword skills at the bottom of the box were still not taken into his eyes.

The ghost hand was already secretly operating the golden system exercise "Buddha Wrath Golden Scepter Gong", with an indestructible metallic true element, circulating in his body at high speed, pouring into his fists.

The ghost hand has a golden spiritual root, and Fang Bai taught him the golden system exercise "Buddha Fury Golden Scepter Gong" according to his physique and skills.

This set of gold exercises was learned by Fang Bai from a Buddha in the past, although the level of the exercises is not high, but when the practice reaches the peak, the power of the true yuan blasted out by a punch, such as the bombardment of ten thousand catties of Zen staff, can open mountains and break rivers.

Although the ghost hand cultivation realm is not enough, when this set of golden exercises is operated, an ordinary punch is no longer something that a martial artist of Wen Eighteen's level can compete with.

The power of Wen's eighteen-six swords superimposed, carrying a wave of turbulence, and the fist of the ghost hand also struck out again, like the Buddha waving the Zen staff in his hand, and the fist ended with a faint flash of gold.

When-

The sound of metal clashes sounded again, and along with the sound, there were exclamations from several people watching the battle.

No one expected that the seemingly ordinary punch of the ghost hand not only made Wen Shibai's sword momentum invisible, but also shook the soft sword in his hand out and landed in a pool in the distance.

Wen Eighteen's soft sword was cast with a special material, and if it was replaced with an ordinary sword, it would have been shattered into pieces by the fist power contained in the fist of the ghost hand.

Quiet!

The sword momentum disappeared, the raging tide subsided, and the scene was as silent as death, and only the sound of the wind, the sound of falling leaves, and the sound of breathing could be heard.

Qin Ling keenly noticed that Wen Shibai, who was standing there in a daze, had a little fear and pain on his face, and the hand he held the sword had been trembling slightly, and from time to time blood droplets dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground.

Obviously, in the short and fierce confrontation just now, Wen Shibai was injured and suffered a lot of losses.

"Eighteen! Are you alright?"

Wen Xiangxin obviously also discovered his son's abnormality, and shouted in a deep voice with a shocked face.

He couldn't figure it out, how could the simple punch of the ghost hand make his son's soft sword get out of his hand and he was also injured?

As if he had lost his soul, Wen Shibai stood with his hands down, not responding to his father's questioning.

At this moment, his mind was "buzzing", and the scene just now kept passing through his mind, making him feel frightened.

Just now, the fist of the ghost hand smashed out, and there was a faint Buddha sound in his ears, and there seemed to be a burly Buddha wearing Buddha clothes and several feet tall in front of him.

The Zen staff seemed to have the power of ten thousand catties, like a hill falling, and he was so frightened that he forgot to resist.

When he came back to his senses, the soft sword in his hand had already flown out, the tiger's mouth was also shattered, and the bones in his body were as uncomfortable as if they were falling apart. (PS: Ask for recommendation votes!) (To be continued.) )