The long sword pointed at King Jin, and the powerful Xuan Qi was suddenly cast, "If you want to force Mu Yan to marry you, then step over my corpse!"

The guests present all looked shocked.

Those who were close to Bai Yichen trembled even more, "This...... This is the coercion of the heaven-level peak, no, it's not just the heaven-level peak, it's just one step away, it's innate. ”

In just a few months, Bai Yichen's cultivation has been promoted from the heaven-level high level when he first met Mu Yan to the heaven-level peak, which is only a line away from the innate level.

"The first day of the martial arts continent has grown to such a point. This talent is not worse than Princess Qianxue of Jingcheng Country!"

"Yes! How old is Bai Yichen now? Definitely less than thirty, right? Such a young congenital is really unseen and unheard of!"

Jin Wang Sen's cold gaze looked at the wound on his arm, and then slowly fell on Bai Yichen, "Okay! Since you are looking for death yourself, then it is no wonder that this king is going to die!"

"Nie Zheng ——!"

King Jin gave an order.

Nie Zheng suddenly flew out of the crowd and led more than a dozen black-clothed people to surround Bai Yichen.

The wedding banquet has become a battlefield of life and death in the blink of an eye.

Bai Yichen's sword danced like a wind.

Nie Zheng is at the peak of the heaven-level level, plus more than a dozen heaven-level masters, and he can't help Bai Yichen alone for a while.

The atmosphere at the scene was almost breathless.

Bai Yichen's body began to appear one wound after another.

The Xuan Qi in his body was consumed little by little, and the sword in his hand could barely be lifted.

Nie Zheng secretly said in his heart that the opportunity had come, and the thorns in his palm were quietly sent out.

"Ah——!!" Luo Beiyu screamed, reminding Bai Yichen.

But in the end, it was still a step too late, and the thorns penetrated Bai Yichen's abdomen, and the blood gushed out like no money, instantly staining the snow-white clothes.

There were a few guests present who had never heard of the name of the dustless swordsman Bai Yichen.

There are a few people who don't admire such young talents.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but unbearably open my eyes.

Luo Beiyu even rolled down from the stool directly, crying roughly, while squirming his body, wanting to crawl towards Bai Yichen and Mu Yan.

Nie Zheng looked at the thorns on Bai Yichen's abdomen and laughed: "Bai Yichen, you also have today!"

He had long seen that this newcomer's little white face was not pleasing to the eye, what was the first day of the martial arts continent, it was just a joke.

It's not like I'm going to die at his hands today......

Suddenly, Nie Zheng's laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he saw that the man opposite, with his handsome and pale face, slowly hooked up a mocking smile.

Before he could figure out what the smile meant, he felt a powerful wind blow in his ears.

There was a thud, and a sharp pain came from all over the limbs.

Nie Zheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth to let out a terrible scream, but he could only watch his hands and feet fly out, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ahhhhh——!!h

In the moment of a short breath, everyone only saw that Bai Yichen's long sword that had just been knocked away suddenly flew by itself.

Flew towards Nie Zheng like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, blood splattered, stumps flew around, and Nie Zheng's hands and feet were cut off, becoming a complete waste.

There was a dead silence in the audience.

Nie Zheng squirmed his mutilated body, tears streaming down his face, and he squirmed his body to ask King Jin for help, "Lord Wang, help me...... Help me...... I don't want to die......"

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