Although he understood the essence of some moves through the reminder of the Sword Master, he never forgot where the true source of his strength was, that was from the mysterious and unpredictable Ten Thousand Worlds Space, if he wanted to become stronger quickly, he only relied on his own comprehension and cultivation alone, and he would not be able to reach the current level with ten more.

In the face of Bai Xing, who has a bit of the demeanor of the Sword Saint, the First Monk, the Evil Emperor and the Death Knife are of course unwilling to do it first.

If you are alone here, you may be able to take your own strength and give it a try, but there are currently two other masters present, so you naturally want to wait for the other party to test first.

As for joining forces, it is absolutely impossible, although they are not dealing with the prince, but there is also friction between each other, not to mention that they have not been discussed in advance, and even if they have been discussed in advance, they will each have their own ghosts.

But now it's hard to get the two spies caught in the middle of the bridge.

One stands on the bow of the boat, the monk's robe is fluttering, and the mouth recites the Buddha's name, like dust.

One with his palms drooping, his face hidden in the shadows, his smile chattering, eerie and terrifying.

A man who raised his palm on the bridge, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and claimed to be a prince, with an extraordinary temperament.

But the death knife had to be moved, and the two spies in front of him had important secrets of the Wood God Palace in their hands, and if they were leaked, I am afraid that it would cause heavy damage to the Wood God Palace and even the Wood Goddess.

He strode forward, each step as if measured with a ruler, overcoming the fear and shadow in his heart when he was defeated by the Sword Master.

His long knife rose upward, its shiny blade reflecting the bright moonlight like a cold dead air.

The fear in his heart slowly disappeared, and as he took step by step, his momentum became stronger and stronger, and his death intent became stronger and stronger, and his body seemed to increase a few inches out of thin air.

Bai Xing looked at the death knife like a demon god, suddenly put down his hand, put his hands behind his back, and sighed:

"Your soul is too loophole, and you are not worthy of my palm. ”

He sucked it in, sucking the saber from the waist of one of Deathknife's men.

"I will attack your strength with my own shortcomings. ”

The hole in the heart is too big to deserve to be used by me...... The hole in the heart is too big to deserve to be used by me...... A nameless anger suddenly rose in Death Knife's heart, rushing straight to his head, his eyes bursting out, and he gritted his teeth.

Too much deception!

As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't hit their faces, exposing people doesn't expose their shortcomings, and Daytime Xing is blatantly exposing his breaks, and still pulling his head and hitting him in the face.

The latter sentence is even more blatant contempt for him, now who in the capital does not know that the day line is famous for its palm, and there is a style of palm method that is like a hand covering the sky, and the day line is called "covering the sky".

Now to use a knife against him, to use the knife he is good at, is simply insulting to him.

How can this keep him from getting angry?

At this moment, the death knife lost its coolness, and a huge hole suddenly appeared in the heart.

The first monk and the evil emperor who were watching were even more shocked, and it was not difficult to defeat or even kill the death knife with a huge soul loophole if they were themselves, but they could give up their best martial arts, and even use the best knife technique of the death knife to deal with the death knife, but there was almost no chance of winning.

No matter how outstanding his sword skills are, can this "Heaven Covering Palm" be compared to his palm technique that makes them feel the shadow of the Sword Master?

He has always used his palms and is famous for his palms!

The two spies had also walked behind Bai Baixing, and although they didn't trust Bai Xing very much, it was possible that they were really sent by the prince.

However, when they heard Bai Xing's words, they couldn't believe their ears, the death knife was also considered to be one of the few masters in the world, and even many kings, ghosts, and gods had died at his hands.

But why is the behavior of "covering the sky" so big during the day, it is necessary to attack the strengths of the other party with its own shortcomings.

But they didn't know that the sword saint in their mouth was dead in the sword technique that they were "not good at" during the day.

Although Bai Xing can't use the Heavenly Providence Sword for the time being, but only when he used the Heavenly Providence Sword to kill the Sword Saint before, the artistic conception of that kind of sword technique is not ordinarily great for him, and he thinks that his current sword technique will not be much inferior to his own palm technique.

A touch of knife light jumped out of thin air, and several people's eyelids jumped, and the knife was already out during the day.

The moonlight shone on the long knife, cold as snow, and the sound of the surging water of the small river should sound the sound of the knife, which resounded in the hearts of several people.

The knife is fast, bright, and cold.

The two spies were fine, but they felt that the knife that was walking during the day was very beautiful, as beautiful as a picture.

But in the eyes of the first generation monk and the evil emperor, who were equivalent to the masters of the Soul Realm, the sword light seemed to rise from the bottom of their hearts, standing on their hearts, unable to prevent or hide.

His knife skills are so terrifying!?

Their hearts are turbulent!

This is a little knife technique that Bai Xing realized from the Heavenly Providence Knife, but the Heavenly Providence Knife is slashed on the mysterious luck and fate, and his knife makes people feel that it is slashed on people's hearts.

Of course, just feelings.

But this alone is enough, enough to make many knife masters frightened.

His spirit is in harmony with the long knife, which goes straight to the bottom of people's hearts, breaking through people's hearts, making people feel that this knife rises from the bottom of their hearts, and there is no way to avoid it.

The cold sword light imprinted into the pupils of the death knife, which was even more terrifying.

Death Knife feels like as long as you change your moves, it will also change, and no matter what you do, it will be difficult to prevent!

Who can easily defeat his own soul!, not to mention that he is a person with a huge flaw in his soul, so this knife is a dead end for him!

This is the feeling of a dead knife, as if returning to the time when he challenged the Sword Saint, the oppression of heaven and earth, and the sword intent was at the top, which made him mentally collapse and despair.

He's retreating, retreating, retreating.

But the cold sword light followed him like a shadow, and he couldn't get rid of it, just like he couldn't discard the fear in his heart and make up for the loopholes in his heart.

The knife was light, and the death knife shouted with fear, the green tendons burst out, the long knife slashed horizontally, and the whole person fell into madness, dying and struggling.

The sword light is gone, and the person retreats.

Bai Xing is still standing on the stone bridge, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a warm complexion, the tip of the knife pointing to the ground, a trace of blood gathering, slowly dripping, crisp and pleasant.

The clear moon is still the same, and the river flows for a long time.

There was a not deep wound between the chest and abdomen of the death knife, and the flesh and blood were thick and demonic.

His face was extremely painful, and he felt like ten thousand insects devouring his body, his veins were broken, and life was worse than death.

"As I said, your soul is too flawed to be worthy of my palm, and I have always been kind-hearted and rarely kill. ”

Well, it is rare to kill useless people.

If you're a Juggernaut, killing your corpse can at least serve as nourishment for the evil corpse, making it even further.

Bai Xing's eyes glanced at the lifelike corpse of the Sword Saint in the Ten Thousand Realms space, completely undamaged.

This is after he killed the Sword Saint, he secretly entered the Ten Thousand Realms Space without Meng Yandie's knowledge in order to refine or improve the materials of the evil corpse again.