The white bird flies alone, the crow flock notes, and the smoke and mist lock the tower.

In the three-story hotel, smoke and dust billowed from time to time, and bursts of nerve-stirring sounds could be heard.

The hotel staff had long since evacuated, and their faces were full of pain and shock.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu didn't dare to stay in it for a while, it was really that the battle between the two of them inside had already reached its peak, and one could be involved in the aftermath of the battle between the two if they were not careful.

Xiao Wu clasped her hands in front of her chest, her beautiful eyes like autumn water rippling with a worried look.

"Little San, do you think my brother will be okay?"

Tang San didn't speak, it should be said that he didn't have time to take care of Xiao Wu at all now, his eyes were flowing with noble purple intent, he was staring at the battle between Yang Ming and Dai Mubai, he didn't dare to be distracted at all, missing any detail of this battle would be an irreparable loss for him.

"Roar!"

Dai Mubai roared angrily, and wanted to repeat his old tricks, and once again cast the White Tiger Flame Light Wave.

As he expected, Yang Ming was deceived by his bluff and raised his Flame Giant Hand to block in front.

The thick flame giant hand of the load-bearing pillar blocked Yang Ming's field of vision, so that he didn't see it, Dai Mubai immediately closed his mouth, and between the muscular calves retracted and contracted, a powerful impact suddenly erupted, making Dai Mubai bully forward extremely fast, only to see a passing black shadow.

A head of black and white hair fluttering, and evil eyes condensed with bloodthirsty eyes.

Dai Mubai was like a fierce tiger at the top of the food chain in nature, the moment he came to Yang Ming's side in a half circle, he flew over like a tiger pounced, and the hook claws that popped out of his ten fingertips bloomed with a pale edge, which could easily tear apart a steel plate.

It's close.

It's closer.

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't move, as if he hadn't reacted yet, a hint of joy flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes.

Only, as long as his claws touch Yang Ming, this battle will come to an end!

But in the next moment, Dai Mubai suddenly saw that Yang Ming suddenly smiled back, a row of teeth shining.

Abruptly, Dai Mubai was alert, his waist exerted force, and he bent halfway.

"Whoosh!"

The tearing sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air came into his ears, and Dai Mubai's evil eyes shrank suddenly, instinctively accumulating soul power to protect his body.

The dazzling Qinglian sword light slashed down obliquely, passing over Dai Mubai's right arm, because the transformation state of the White Tiger King Kong was still there, Dai Mubai's arm was as hard as a plaster, and a large amount of fire shone between the sword blades, making an unpleasant and piercing sound like a nail grinding a blackboard.

Even so, the mystic sword still left a shallow trail of blood, which ran along the back of the palm all the way to the shoulder.

At the wound, there was a constant smell of heat, and blood was overflowing.

Dai Mubai covered his wound and looked down, secretly surprised in his heart.

If he hadn't reacted in time just now, I'm afraid that this sword would not have fallen on his arm, but directly slashed through his chest, and he would have been embarrassed at that time, after all, with the body of a thirty-seventh-level soul venerable, dealing with a mere twenty-fifth level great soul master, would still be injured, which in itself is quite a shameless thing.

Although he was injured, Dai Mubai's evil eyes did not reveal anger and hatred, but a special light.

It was a kind of enthusiasm for meeting opponents in chess, and it was full of fiery fighting spirit.

"Your sword, very quickly, how did you do it?"

Hearing this, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth went up.

"Guess?"

Of course, Yang Ming wouldn't tell him that for every 10 people killed by the Killing Knife, it would increase his attack speed by 1%.

Counting carefully, Yang Ming has killed at least 300 people so far, that is, his attack speed has increased by 30%, and the speed of his sword is naturally fast.

There is a good saying, the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

In addition to Yang Ming using the soul technique Flame Demon Body to block the White Tiger Flame Light Wave, just by casting the Qinglian Sword Technique, with the sharpness of the mysterious sword, it was enough for Dai Mubai to drink a pot, and Dai Mubai could only rely on the soul technique White Tiger Protective Barrier to protect important parts.

Of course, Yang Ming also knew very well in his heart that this alone would not be able to establish a victory.

After all, the gap between the Soul Venerable and the Great Soul Master is there, Dai Mu Baiguang is physical fitness, strength, physique, speed, and staying power, all aspects are superior to Yang Ming, and the soul power is also more than Yang Ming, dragging it down will only be detrimental to Yang Ming.

Stepping on the ghost shadow, Yang Ming wandered in the center of the battlefield, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon.

The moment the wrist relaxed, the strength traveled from the waist through the arm to the wrist, and with the elbow slightly bent and raised, the moment the shoulder sank, Yang Ming pointed a sword at Dai Mubai's chest.

A sharp Qinglian sword qi shot out, Dai Mubai roared angrily, and launched the soul technique White Tiger Protective Barrier, and the sword qi "ding" was bounced away by the hard chest.

Followed by the tip of the mysterious sword, Dai Mubai put his hands together, planning to learn from the master, to make an empty glove white blade, he believed that as long as he grabbed Yang Ming's martial soul, the initiative of the battle would fall into his hands.

Seeing that Dai Mubai was about to succeed, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth hooked a playful arc.

Qinglian Sword Song!

In Dai Mubai's bewildered gaze, Yang Ming's whole person disappeared in place, turning into five sword lights, each of which was like a door panel.

Dai Mubai's original empty gloves and white blade trick suddenly turned into a stupid move, and the moment his hands were folded, his body also revealed a large blank, all of which were flaws!

The five sword lights slashed at one place at the same time, and with the sharpness of the mysterious sword, it directly broke through the dual defense of the soul technique White Tiger Protective Barrier and the White Tiger King Kong Transformation, accompanied by a tearing sound.

A bloody arrow shot out!

The sword qi reunited, Yang Ming appeared, landed behind Dai Mubai, and slowly put the sword into the sheath.

Dai Mubai glanced down, and a rhino-long sword mark slashed diagonally from his left shoulder all the way to his right kidney, and the wound was an inch deeper, constantly bleeding blood.

This kind of injury is not serious for Dai Mubai.

But, for him, it was already a defeat.

It doesn't matter if the dignified soul venerable didn't hurt a great soul master, but he was injured three times and twice, if he continues to entangle, even if he wins, Dai Mubai himself can't afford to lose this face!

Dai Mubai turned around slowly, staring at Yang Ming, who also turned around, as if he wanted to imprint his face firmly in his mind.

"Your name is Yang Ming, that's the name, right?"

"Hmm."

"Good." Dai Mubai and Yang Ming passed by, the martial soul retracted, the black and white hair color returned to gold, and he didn't reply: "I remember this name, if I have the opportunity, I will talk to you again." ”

The word exchange, Dai Mubai bit very hard, obviously worried about today's result.

Yang Ming flicked his finger on the scabbard and chuckled:

"No matter how many times I come, I will accompany you to the end."

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