In the auction hall, the palm of the white-clothed Wuhou finally fell on the body of the young man in Mai.

But it didn't fall on the young man in Mai.

To be precise, it fell on Feng Wanli's body.

At the moment when the palm of the white-clothed Wuhou fell, Feng Wanli blocked in front of the young man in Mai. Then it flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Blood splattered from his mouth and splattered the auction floor.

"Mantis arm block the car!"

The white-clothed Wuhou looked at Feng Wanli and sneered, with complete disdain in his eyes.

At the moment when Feng Wanli blocked the blow of the white-clothed Wuhou, everyone in the venue reacted and looked at the scene in front of them incredulously.

Someone dares to make trouble in the Scarlet Auction House?

It even involved red sleeves and Feng Wanli.

At this moment, the guards of the auction hall also showed their figures, as many as eighteen Tianyuan. At the same time, Tu Gang, who had originally left, appeared at the entrance of the auction hall.

Behind him, crowded with the pairs of the Bloody Clothes Alliance.

"Clear!"

Feng Wanli glanced at Tu Gang and said with a cough.

In the box, Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him and was also surprised. Surprised by the sudden killing of the white-clothed Wuhou, Feng Wanli's terrifying reaction speed.

There is also Miss Red Sleeves' shot, this seemingly weak woman, who has just had the strength of the Tianyuan realm.

He was also surprised by the identity of the Mai youth.

What is the origin, so that Feng Wanli wants to keep him at all costs, and he even has a necklace that can drive Xuanyuan to raise troops.

Everything in front of me is like a bureau.

A bureau that besieges and kills the white-clothed Wuhou, otherwise it is impossible for the people of the Bloody Clothes Alliance to suddenly appear.

It's just that this bureau may have changed a little because of the appearance of the Mai youth. Let the situation not develop according to Feng Wanli's expectations.

"It turns out that you threw out the sea of karma to besiege and kill Benhou!"

In the auction hall, the white-clothed Wuhou took his hand, squinted at Feng Wanli, and there was a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth, "But just by you, you also want to besiege and kill Benhou?

At this moment, the auction house has been cleared. Only the white-clothed Wuhou remained, as well as the people from the auction house and the Blood Clothes Alliance, as well as the young man in Mai.

Lin Huang naturally hid and paid attention to the development of the situation, after all, he still had a strong covetousness for Ye Haihua.

"It is rumored that under the seat of the Bloody Marquis, there are two blood spirit messengers, known as black and white impermanence. Black impermanence, black clothes, black face, white impermanence, white robe and white face, think you are the white impermanence!"

Feng Wanli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a light smile.

"In this way, your identity is not just as simple as the leader of the Bloody Clothes Alliance", Bai Wuchang said coldly, and his ten fingernails grew wildly, more than ten inches long, like a sharp steel knife.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you don't want to get out of this cage today!"

Feng Wanli said confidently and calmly.

"Just with this group of unpopular guys, there is not even a martial marquis, and they want to compete with this marquis?" Bai Wuchang said bloodthirstily with his tongue licking his nails.

"Then I just received a slap from you, why don't you die?" Feng Wanli said with a smile.

Bai Wuchang frowned slightly, looked at the bloody smile on Feng Wanli's face, and said slowly: "You have entered the realm of Wuhou?"

"But so what?"

Bai Wuchang immediately laughed, "The realm of Wuhou is also high and low, I want to kill you, it's as easy as a snap!"

"Then let's give it a try", Feng Wanli said without arguing.

In the corner of the auction hall, Lin Huang quietly looked at the scene in front of him, and frowned. Once a warrior reaches the realm of a martial artist, it is difficult to pile them to death with the number of people.

And the realm of sealing thousands of miles, compared to Bai Impermanence, is indeed much weaker.

In Lin Huang's opinion, in this battle, if there is no follow-up change or planning, Feng Wanli's chance of victory is not great, and if it is serious, the entire Bloody Clothes Alliance will be destroyed.

After all, the anger of a martial artist is not something that anyone can afford.

Lin Huang thought about it, only to feel a shock in his heart, the air around him was filled with sharp sword qi, and the lights of the auction hall dimmed.

I saw that in the auction room, Feng Wanli sat cross-legged, tearing the camouflaged blood robe, revealing a sassy white robe floating in the sword qi, with sword eyebrows and curling hair, like a heroic and righteous Confucian student.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying!"

Feng Wanli opened his mouth and read out a sentence.

After the words fell, an illusory figure appeared in front of Feng Wanli, dressed in white and dusty, with his sleeves fluttering, and walking forward with his hands in his hands, like a knight in white.

"Wu Hook Frost Xueming!"

Feng Wanli read the second sentence.

In the hands of the illusory white-clothed knight, there was an extra sword, an extremely sharp long sword, glowing with a cold light.

"Martial Soul Warrior Travel!"

Lin Huang stared at the white-clothed knight in front of Feng Wanli, and his face changed suddenly. Between heaven and earth, there are many different martial souls, and qin, chess, calligraphy and painting can also be souls, and among them, poetry, books and martial souls are one of the major categories.

If it is a powerful Confucian, with a martial soul of poetry and books, and a command of heaven and earth, its horror is unimaginable.

I just don't know, Feng Wanli doesn't read many books.

"That's your faith, chivalrous...... It really makes Ben Hou a little jealous", Bai Wuchang stared at Feng Wanli and smiled coldly:

"But it's just a hint of jealousy!"

With that, Bai Wuchang turned into a shadow and headed towards the white-clothed knight.

In the auction room, the sword light was dazzling.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse!"

"Rusty as a shooting star!"

A strange spirit horse suddenly appeared under the crotch of the Silver Knight, and the horse's hooves were like a wheel like a meteor galloping around Bai Impermanence, its speed was so fast that it was elusive.

At least, Lin Huang can't even capture the shadow of the White Horse Knight.

In the auction hall, the sword light is even more prosperous, forming a sharp sword net, encircling and killing Bai Impermanence.

And in the center of the sword net, Bai Wuchang was still so calm and relaxed, and his slender ten fingers lightly resisted the attack of the white-clothed knight.

"Idle over the letter to drink, take off the sword and kneel forward!"

"Will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan!"

In the auction hall, a fierce sword momentum was born, and as soon as the sword momentum came out, the entire air was frozen for a few points, Bai Wuchang's brows also wrinkled, and a mourning stick appeared in his palm, and there was a yin soul on it.

As the Yin Soul roared, the Dao White Mist spread, corroding the chaotic sword qi around him.

"With a mere sword net, at most trap Ben Hou for a moment and a half, Ben Hou wants to see what other means you have behind you", Bai Wuchang said with a cold smile, crying and waving in his hand, defeating the fierce sword qi that came from the killing.

"Three cups of Tu Nuoran, Wuyue is light!"

"After the eyes are dazzled, the spirit is born!"

In the auction room, the sword became thicker and thicker. It was like a mountain, even thicker than the mountain, and the white-clothed knights in that scene were even more crazy.

The sword qi was crazy, falling like a meteor.

The sword momentum is vertical and horizontal, forming a cage that imprisons Bai Impermanence.

On Bai Wuchang's face, a solemnity finally appeared. That solemnity did not come from the sword momentum around him, but from his ignorance of the martial soul of chivalry.

He didn't know the follow-up means of sealing Wanli.

At this moment, the mourning stick in Bai Wuchang's hand let out a sharp roar, and in the blink of an eye, it opened and turned into a snow-white paper umbrella, covering Bai Wuchang.

Outside the paper umbrella, all sword qi was blocked, and all sword momentum was crushed.

Bai Wuchang held a paper umbrella and walked towards Feng Wanli with a smile on his face, his soft voice revealing a piercing coldness, "Ben Hou doesn't know about chivalry, but you also don't know Ben Hou's methods!"

"But Ben Hou knows that Ben Hou has this paper umbrella, and you don't want to hurt Ben Hou in the slightest!"

Looking at Bai Impermanence, who came slowly, holding a white paper umbrella, the color of Feng Wan's heart remained unchanged, but he spit out a mouthful of blood and read it with difficulty:

"Save Zhao waving the golden mallet, Handan is shocked first!"

"Two strong men of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City!"

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world!"

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

Feng Wanli's words fell, and the sword roared in the auction room, like a dragon on the wall. The sword qi in the void suddenly condensed, turning into a terrifying sword intent, like the tide of the Hanhai Sea, and it violently slaughtered towards Bai Impermanence in waves.

Knock knock knock!

The sword intent was like a dragon, and it slapped on the white paper umbrella, making the paper umbrella make a crisp rebounding sound. However, the sound of the rebound was followed by the sound of the white paper umbrella cracking.

Bai impermanence's complexion is stagnant.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate sword intent from this martial soul, it seems that Ben Hou really left you behind", Bai Wuchang said Ling Ran.

The miserable white palm turned the paper umbrella, and the sound of a miserable cry immediately sounded, and countless ghost heads swept out of the white paper umbrella and rushed towards the surrounding sword intent.

"You...... After all, he is not the enemy of Benhou!"

Bai Wuchang let go of the white paper umbrella in his hand, letting it block the sword intent with difficulty. And he had already walked up to Feng Wanli, looking at the weak latter sarcastically.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor...... What a good poem, why should it be used to kill people? Death is on the verge of death, can your white-clothed knight have the ability to break Benhou's white paper umbrella and come to save your life?"

A satisfied smile appeared on Bai Wuchang's face, and the snow-white palm slowly lifted, about to fall towards Feng Wanli.

In the corner of the auction hall, Lin Huang looked at the arm that poked into the air, his brows furrowed, "Could it be that Feng Wanli really wants to be wiped out?"

But Lin Huang felt that something was wrong.

But what's wrong?

Lin Huang's gaze drifted, and then his expression suddenly shocked, "It's gone, Miss Red Sleeves is gone." The red-sleeved lady who had not moved since she had thrown three flying needles at the beginning was gone."

And in the poem Chivalrous Xing, Feng Wanli seems to have forgotten two sentences......

Copy a chivalrous line, my favorite is this poem...... Don't mind, bigwigs. Get a preventive shot, and there is a righteous song behind?

(End of chapter)