This arrow is very deadly, if it were an ordinary person, it would die in the next moment. But it was Li Bebei who he was going to attack and kill, albeit silently, albeit strangely. But Li Bebei just turned around, stretched out his right index finger, and the tip of the arrow hit his fingertip accurately.

And ten zhang away, the military general wearing purple and black armor and holding the Zhentian God Bow fell to the ground at the same time that Li Bebei's finger was against the tip of the arrow. If you close the distance, you will see that he is the same as the death of the two giants in yellow before, his blood is withered, and his whole body is shriveled!

This kind of thing seemed to be expected by the man in the attic, the giant man and the military general had just died, and more than a dozen black ghosts were wrapped in black mist and attacked Li Bebei from all directions. When more than a dozen black and dead iron thorns suddenly appeared, they had already arrived in front of Li Beibei.

But their end was also completely doomed, Li Bebei's body rolled up a spiral energy, sucking these black ghosts towards him at a faster speed, and when they first came into contact with Li Bebei, they immediately turned into piles of flying ash, and when the wind blew, they completely disappeared.

Li Bebei's mind suddenly remembered a word: "cannon fodder".

Real cannon fodder.

Whether it is a giant man in yellow who comes with a huge force, or a strange and unpredictable military general archer, or a black ghost who attacks from all directions, they are just "cannon fodder" to attract Li Bebei's attention.

The real killer move appeared at this moment!

A bronze greatsword stabbed out of the attic as the black ghost disappeared.

Cold, clumsy, and silent.

The sword qi is hidden but not leaking, and the city is silent.

The sword fades away, and Tao is deep and quiet.

It wasn't until it was an inch in front of the tip of Li Bebei's nose that it completely exploded.

This sword was too fast, so fast that even if it was a half-step transcendent, Li Beibei, who was boundless and boundless, couldn't dodge it. The sword qi is too sharp and extremely grand. Even in the legend, Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword that destroyed the world may be a little inferior to this sword.

Li Beibei couldn't dodge this sword, and he couldn't resist this incomparable sword qi. But Li Bebei is a martial arts wizard, from childhood to adulthood, all the teachers who taught him martial arts said that he was a rare genius. He only needs to watch all the moves once to learn them, and he has three flavors in them.

So at this time, since he couldn't dodge this sword, he quickly stretched out two fingers and clamped the blade of the sword, the tip of the sword was an inch in front of the tip of his nose, and he could no longer push forward even a penny.

It's a finger!

Lu Xiaofeng's spirit rhino finger, his heart has a spirit rhino finger.

The two of them spent a few months together in the Jing'an Hou Mansion, discussing martial arts in their spare time, and confirming each other. Lu Xiaofeng's spirit pointed at it, and Li Bebei naturally learned it.

The slight blocking of Lingxi's finger made Li Bebei get the opportunity to dodge this lifeless sword qi in a moment, and he tilted his head slightly and let go of the tip of the sword.

Immediately followed by a sword roar, a grand sword qi erupted from the tip of the sword, brushing Li Bebei's ear traces and shooting straight at the row of boathouses thirty zhang behind him. A stroke passed, and there was silence.

Li Bebei's gaze fell on the man who stabbed him with the sword.

This turned out to be a young man!

He looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face, a tall figure, and fair and delicate skin. The sword eyebrows are starry, the nose is like a hanging gall, the lips are like a blade, the facial features are hard, like a knife and an axe, and the edges and corners are clear. Dressed in white and snowy, the dust is not clean.

A rare handsome character.

But at this moment, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were resentful, and he looked distorted in a different way.

Exclamations rang out in all directions.

Someone muttered in surprise, "He'...... He...... He actually caught the sword of Zhenjun!!"

But such an exclamation did not affect the two people who were fighting at the moment, Li Bebei was still expressionless, but his eyes gradually lit up, as if he was amazed by the sword just now.

And the white-clothed swordsman had already crushed the roots of his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, but it was not at all like the kind of energetic voice that a young man should make, but it seemed vicissitudes: "So begging for mercy, Tianzun won't let me go?"

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a "bang", and behind Li Beibei, the more than ten connected houseboats that had been skimmed by the sword qi before cracked in the middle and collapsed to both sides, stretching for dozens of zhang, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.

Li Beibei moved his lips and wanted to say something, but the difficulty in language made his pronunciation extremely slow.

So before he could speak, the white-clothed swordsman spoke again: "I have seen this move of yours more than sixty years ago. It's called 'Soul Finger'. It was a martial art used by a vigorous young man, but he must have been captured by Tianzun at this moment, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to do this. It's a shame......"

The corners of Li Bebei's mouth opened slightly, and he wanted to express the doubts in his heart, but it was difficult to speak, his pronunciation was too slow, and he didn't even pronounce a syllable, and he was interrupted again by the words of the white-clothed swordsman: "As a swordsman, I should have fought with you in a dignified manner, but it is a matter of life and death for the sect, and I have no choice but to resort to those despicable means before." Now that you have caught my sword, then you are fighting in the open!"

If Li Le was here, he would definitely think that the white-clothed swordsman was talking too much nonsense. Maybe I'll reply to him with a few words. But at this moment, it was Li Bebei who was facing the white-clothed swordsman, he couldn't say much, so he could only nod slightly, and should fight the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman had a solemn face, his eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Xianmen Penglai Immortal Island, Sword True Monarch, Teach Your Excellency a high move, if I die, please inform Tianzun, Penglai Pavilion, swear not to surrender!"

In a flash, the two were nowhere to be seen.

Occasionally, there was the sound of the wind breaking through the air, or a little spark like a clash of gold and iron appeared, appearing in different directions. Or in mid-air, or in a houseboat, or on deck, or maybe just a muffled sound in the deep sea beyond the giant ship.

Inside the attic.

Dark and deep.

The old Taoist priest who had been on the deck stood respectfully next to a large cotton chair, holding a medicine pot in his hand, constantly adding the medicine foam in proportion, and then shaking and stirring it well.

Forty or fifty people in the attic were all attracted by the duel outside, and only the old Taoist priest was concentrating on mixing the medicine in his hand.

The "bar" sounded, and the bronze bell in the medicine pot rang. The old Taoist priest stopped what he was doing, then stepped up the steps next to the cotton chair and placed the medicine next to the old man on the cotton chair who looked like a giant looking at the corpse.

The old man's whole body was swollen, and the waist down had completely disappeared. The upper limb is just a cavity attached to the head, and there are no arms. The face was swollen, and all the features were completely squeezed together, and brown pus and blood flowed out of some of the open wounds. It's described as miserable, but it's still surviving.

The old Taoist priest stepped forward and pried the old man's mouth open with two iron hammers, and his chapped and puffy lips opened slightly. The old Taoist priest picked up the medicine pot and poured the thick black medicine slurry inside into his mouth.

The medicine was poured in, and the old Taoist priest seemed to have exhausted all his strength, trembling his hands, and wiping the sweat on his forehead with extreme exhaustion.

And the old man of the giant watch seemed to have fallen asleep a moment after taking the medicine, and there was a faint sound of snoring.

After a short time, the eyes of the old man of the giant watched a gap in it, as if the rest just now was completely sufficient. Immediately after that, his stomach trembled slightly, shaking the air around him, and an empty voice came out: "Extraordinary, half a step." ”

Obviously, he was talking about Li Bebei, who was fighting a decisive battle with Jian Zhenjun.

When Zhou Jin and the others heard the old man's words, they were relieved for no reason.

The old Taoist priest wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked the old man in a low voice: "Zhenjun is also a half-step, who will win this battle?"

The old man of the giant watched without words, closed his eyes, and shed a tear, which represented despair.

By the time the tears had just reached his ears, the struggle outside had come to an end.

Both appeared outside the main entrance of the attic at the same time. Jian Zhenjun's bronze long sword stabbed at the back of Li Bebei's head in an indescribable posture, half an inch away, but it stopped abruptly.

And Li Bebei's index finger had already pointed at Jian Zhenjun's Yin Tang acupoint.

For a long time, the two stood still. The surrounding area is as quiet as death.

The old Taoist priest on the side of the cotton chair had clearly seen the scene outside the attic, because he was too shocked, the medicine pot in his hand unconsciously fell to the ground, making a "light" sound, this sound on the huge ship appeared particularly loud and empty. But the people around him were not alarmed by the sound. Their eyes were still focused on the two men outside the attic door.

The old Taoist priest muttered to himself, his face full of despair: "Has the true monarch also been defeated?"

A fierce look rose on the face of the old man of the Giant Watch, his huge belly shook slightly, and an empty voice came out: "Die, don't be a dog!"

As soon as this voice came out, the atmosphere in the entire attic changed. The air that had previously felt desperate because of the shock had turned into a momentum without hesitation when the old man's words fell.

Hulala, there was no sound other than the sound of weapons.

The dry corpse warriors in the attic, the black fog ghost, the yellow turban wrestler, the warrior in strong clothes, the fairy in colorful clothes, the warrior warrior, and the two people who stared at the silence outside the attic one by one, just waited for the old man of the giant to take it down, and he was ready to fight back!

But at this moment, Li Bebei, who was pointing at the Sword True Monarch, suddenly spoke, his voice was difficult and obscure, and asked, "Tianzun...... Who is He? He is in ...... Where?"

As soon as these two questions came out, everyone in the attic felt at a loss and didn't know what to do. Things don't seem to be as they seem to be. This extraordinary master who suddenly broke in, it seems that he has nothing to do with Tianzun? An inexplicable and wonderful feeling lingered in such an atmosphere, and the momentum of dying just now was also vented.

Jian Zhenjun, who was pointed at his forehead by Li Bebei, turned into doubts because of these two questions, and unconsciously asked, "Didn't Tianzun send you here?"

At this point, the murderous aura that originally surrounded Jian Zhenjun suddenly disappeared, and Li Bebei withdrew his finger on the other party's Yintang acupoint. At the same time, Jian Zhenjun also stood up and withdrew his sword.

Two men in the same white clothes stood opposite each other.

The giant in the attic watched the old man, trying to open his swollen and cloudy eyes, and his face was full of expectation.

Li Bebei spoke again: "Tianzun is...... Who? Him...... Where?"

Jian Zhenjun breathed a long sigh of relief, and had a feeling of the rest of his life, and said: "Tianzun is the supreme of all the Immortal Sect Hidden Sects, if you don't obey him, there is only one way to die, this has been the law for thousands of years. As for where is He?"

As he spoke, Jian Zhenjun smiled bitterly: "The ghost knows!"

Li Bebei nodded slightly and said, "Thank you......"

As soon as the lips came out, his whole body was gone. Leaving a boat full of people, speechless for a long time.