The evening glow fell into the second city in the world and shone on the Xilin martial arts field.

Xu Li took a deep breath, he looked at Wang Yang's embarrassed figure who retreated from a distance, and his face showed excitement and excitement.

Xu Li looked covered in bruises, but at this moment he looked full of energy. He didn't care about the blood on his arm, he let it flow, he was going to say something, but in the end it was more silent than sound.

Win!

Defeat the sword king Yang.

This is something that Xu Li only imagined at the beginning, but never dared to hope for it.

"The little swordsman Xu Li really won? It's incredible, how did he win? His soul technique doesn't look as strong as Wang Yang's. Someone wondered.

"If the weight is light, the knife of the little knife Xu Li, it looks light and fluttering, and it seems that it has no offensive power, but in essence, it is a deadly knife. A formidable-looking soul member responded.

"I still don't believe that Tianjiao Sword Wang Yang, who has never been defeated, was defeated in the hands of Xu Li, whose reputation is far inferior to him. The man had doubts in his heart.

"Maybe it's the little swordsman Xu Li who hides his strength, you know, he is the son of the swordsman Xu Shi. Another voice replied.

Sword King Yang was defeated.

Deserted and fled.

This reality is in the eyes of many people in Xilin Wuchang.

Like a sudden dripping rain.

Sprinkled on the brains of the people.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain.

Wet and cold.

It's as if it's drenching people's brains, and people are a little slow to react for a while.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't know what to make for a while.

Wang Yang, who galloped across the kingdom of Chu and did not taste defeat, was defeated.

It was not lost in the final battle of the Hundred Cities War, but in the fair and honest battle with others.

Well, they automatically ignored Bai Qi.

Some people can't believe that there is such a peerless boy in the world, and some people simply don't regard Bai Qi as a human being.

Bai Qi, who was hidden in the crowd, thought that Xu Liying was expected.

The battle between Xu Li and Wang Yang.

There are many onlookers, and Bai Qi is also among them.

He sent Xu Li all the way to the battle stage from the Nuanyang Inn, and of course, he also watched this battle of life and death from beginning to end.

This battle can be about life and death, but in the end, there is no life or death.

After being defeated and unable to fight, Sword Wang Yang used terrible means and fled.

"It was a good fight. ”

Bai Qi looked at Xu Li on the stage and bowed slightly.

Then, Bai Qi turned around, quietly blended into the crowd, and left secretly.

It's not too early, he should go back and ask the Soul Martial Arts Hall to practice his sword.

Behind him, the wave of sound lasted for a long time.

People are still excited and admired for Xu Li's victory over Wang Yang.

No one paid attention to Bai Qi, but he quietly left the Xilin Martial Arts Field and walked slowly on the stone path that looked a little deserted.

I have to say that Bai Qi is a boring person.

No friends, no emotions, nothing particularly fond.

The only thing that can make him interested is to cultivate and become stronger.

After taking revenge, Bai Qi became stronger, and there was no reason for deep hatred.

He just wanted to be stronger.

"Elder Wei!"

Asking the door of the Martial Spirit Pavilion, Wei Yi Pavilion was walking out of it and walking towards Bai Qi.

"Bai Qi Gongzi, you're back. Wei Yige, who seemed to have a bitter hatred between his eyebrows a moment ago, suddenly changed his face and said with a smile after seeing Bai Qi.

"Hmm. ”

Bai Qi responded.

Then, he naturally continued to walk forward, and "deliberately" crossed shoulders with Wei Yige.

“......”

Bai Qi, who ignored people just by saying hello, made Wei Yige's old face a little embarrassed.

But it doesn't matter, Wei Yige's embarrassment Bai Qi can not be seen.

Bai Qi looked straight ahead with his eyes and was meticulously walking towards the Soul Martial Pavilion.

Wei Yige looked back, staring at Bai Qi's distant back, he shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk in his original direction.

"Sword out!"

In the soul martial arts room, Bai Qi was calm.

He stood still.

A wisp of soul power, condensed in the air, turned into a tangible formless form.

At a certain moment, Bai Qi suddenly moved, like the thunder of the heavens, and fell to hit the nine heavens at every turn.

Then, there was a phantom.

The phantom is like a mist, thousands of ways.

Thousands of figures, there are thousands of swords in their hands.

Bai Qi took out his sword.

The phantom also comes out of the sword.

The sword came out, overlapping and overlapping, covering the sky, like the sea hitting the sky, giving people a shocking color. It makes people feel that even if there is a mountain in front of Bai Qi, he can't stop this blow.

"Fiction and reality!"

The sword is as swift as thunder, and the sword is as agile as a sting.

Stand with your sword in your body.

A bloody light bloomed in Bai Qi's eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of phantoms in it.

Bai Qi's sword slashed out along this blood light.

"Boom!"

There was no wind wrinkling, and under Bai Qi's sword, there was an instant fusion of soul thoughts with heaven and earth.

Bai Qi's sword did not stop, but sword after sword, endless, dotted in mid-air.

The shadow of the sword is heavy.

The figure swayed.

In a trance, it can be seen that there are fireworks in Bai Qijian.

There are people in there who have red dust.

So, when Bai Qi took out the sword again, he was also in that red dust.

The red dust is rolling, and the world is full of tastes.

But the red dust in the illusion around Bai Qi's body is not the red dust in the world after all, even if there are sentient beings in this red dust, but what is full of it is only killing ears.

The red dust is a guest, and the guest is a red dust.

A silver armor glittering phantom, wielding a spear in front of Bai Qi, with thunder on its sword.

Bai Qi's gaze rested on this figure.

The sword in his hand also stopped.

The thunderous figure jumped, and the spear was like a dragon, as if it was unstoppable, stabbing into the void, outlining a little bit of silver.

"Ray!"

Soon, Bai Qi moved again.

He called the word "thunder" in his mouth.

and thunder leaped upon his sword.

The thunder flickered on the sword, and there seemed to be a terrifying aura spreading.

But Bai Qi's gaze was not on his own sword, he was staring intently at the thunderous figure.

At this moment, the thunder figure moved.

If it moves, it will be thunderous, and the gun in its hand is like an ancient artifact, and it is indestructible wherever it goes.

At the same time, Bai Qishen also moved.

He ignored everything, and just took out his sword, and the thunder on the sword was like rage, as if it could cut through this piece of heaven and earth.

"Wow!"

Guns and swords collided, and thunder roared like a dragon. However, instead of the expected explosion, it turned into nothingness like smoke and rain.

And out of this nothingness, a purple knife pierced out.

When the knife came out, it was accompanied by a golden light that was fierce and fierce, splashing from the tip of the knife towards Bai Qi.

Bai Qi looked at this sword coldly, so he waved his hand and took out the sword again.

When the sword came out, there was also a golden light, which was extremely similar to the golden light that splashed towards him.

But at this moment, in the midst of the rolling red dust, another person walked out, middle-aged, and he punched directly and smashed Bai Qi's head.

But this is not over, above Bai Qi's head, there is also a giant hand like a mountain, falling from the sky!