Deng Baiyi's long sword danced, drew a semicircle in the air, and burst out, like a white crescent moon, and slashed towards Xiao Mu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xiao Mu's figure flashed, and he easily avoided the crescent-shaped light blade, and a crescent-shaped crack appeared on the bluestone ground where he was originally located, and the crack stretched straight into the ground, and the entire street shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.

Deng Baiyi squinted slightly, and the long sword stabbed out seven or eight times in a row, and with each sword stab, a white sword qi more than ten feet long broke out of the air, with a sharp tearing sound, and shot straight at Xiao Mu.

"Snort", the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and dense cracks were torn open in the ground and in the air, like small snakes, winding away.

Xiao Mu smiled lightly, his body floated in the air, dragging out a series of black afterimages in the air, the speed was extremely fast, those sword qi couldn't touch those black afterimages at all, and they all pounced.

Deng Baiyi thought to himself: This kid's speed is too fast, and he actually avoided all my sword qi one by one, but there was no trace of injury on his body. It seems that he really has some ability.

"Xiao Mu, your footwork is really good, but I want to see if you can catch my move!" Deng Baiyi's long sword was dotted, and it clicked dozens of times in the air, and then, a one-foot-long wind blade appeared in the air, and those wind blades were suspended, and made a "buzzing" sound, like several thorn birds chirping at the same time.

"Snort", those wind blades spun and rolled towards Xiao Mu.

"Go, Whirlwind Sword Dance, chop Xiao Mu into pieces for me, it's best that there is no meat residue left. ”

Xiao Mu's body danced, and those blades also changed direction, like maggots on tarsal bones, chasing after them. Those blades rotated, forming a round ball with a diameter of seven or eight feet, enveloping all of his body, and the diameter was constantly shrinking, as if he wanted to cut Xiao Mu into hundreds of pieces.

Liu Ying'er clenched her fists, her breathing was a little short, and her eyes looked at Xiao Mu in the ball without blinking, and her eyes became a little moist.

"Sister, that Xiao, Xiao Mu, there won't be anything!" Liu Xiaopan pulled Liu Ying'er's sleeve and asked with some concern.

"Ying'er, don't worry," Deng Shaohua swaggered over and said domineeringly, "This Xiao Mu will definitely die today, dare to offend me, I don't know how thick the sky is, dare to challenge my father, these two crimes are enough to make him die seven or eight times!"

Liu Ying'er didn't know what to do, she was very worried about Xiao Mu, after all, Xiao Mu had a conflict with the Deng family because of the medicine saving Jimen.

"Ying'er, it seems that you really want to save Xiao Mu, hey, I really don't know what is good about Xiao Mu's kid, so let's give you a chance, if you are willing to be my bride tonight, I will let me count Xiao Mu's life, how about it!"

Liu Xiaopan clenched his fists, protected Liu Ying'er's side, and said: "You big villain, don't want to bully my sister! With Brother Xiao Mu here, he will definitely protect my sister!"

Deng Shaohua laughed and said, "Can't you two see clearly? With my counting, this Xiao Mu is not sure that he will survive at all." ”

Just when he was about to laugh again, suddenly, with a "bang", a dazzling white crack appeared on the ball, and with a "bang", the ball exploded, turning into countless air fragments, cutting towards the surroundings, and dense cracks appeared in the houses around the bluestone pavement.

Xiao Mu stepped out of the broken ball, refreshed, there was no scar on his body, even on his sleeves and clothes, there were no traces of being cut.

Deng Shaohua's smile was stiff, as if he was petrified in an instant, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe it.

Deng Baiyi also couldn't believe that his own move had trapped the strong people who had completed the primordial spirit realm, and there were many strong people who died in this move. If you give him more time, I don't know how far he will go.

"Hmph, I knew that Brother Xiao Mu would be fine!" Liu Xiaopan looked at Deng Shaohua triumphantly, "How about it, Deng Shaohua, I'm right." In this way, your uncle of the white-clothed god king is nothing more than that!"

Deng Shaohua's face turned blue with anger, and he said in a rough voice: "Hmph, this Xiao Mu is just lucky, and besides, I, Xiao Mu, just warmed up, and now he is going to start making big moves!"

"Deng Baiyi, the white-clothed God King, what's the matter, do you only have such a little ability?" Xiao Mu hugged his shoulders, his face full of lamentation, "I thought you had a lot of ability!

As soon as the words "but so" came out, Deng Baiyi trembled with anger, and he didn't expect that he would be despised by a stinky boy who had not dried up.

"Xiao Mu, you don't want to be arrogant, seeing that you are also an excellent genius, I just don't want to strangle you. However, since you insist on dying, then I will fulfill you!"

Deng Baiyi danced the long sword again, dancing very slowly, as if time had slowed down, the long sword rotated clockwise, dozens of times in a row, and then, the blade of the sword became faster and faster, so fast that the sword could not be seen at all.

In a moment's effort, a fourteen or fifteen-foot-long windmill appeared in front of him, and the windmill spun wildly, and the air around him quickly shattered.

"Go, Whirlwind Windmill Dance!"

A huge windmill burst out of the air and crushed towards Xiao Mu's head, and the space around Xiao Mu quickly collapsed, as if Mount Tai was pressing down.

Deng Shaohua was seven or eight miles away from Xiao Mu, but he still felt that his dantian was suppressed, and he couldn't use his spiritual power at all. He thought to himself: I can't imagine that my uncle's strength is actually improving, if I stand in front of my uncle, I'm afraid I won't be able to move at all, I can only watch this big windmill crush itself into scum.

He sneered and said, "Xiao Mu, this move, I'll see how you can resist it!"

Xiao Mu smiled coldly and said, "It's just a small skill of carving insects!" His right hand was spread out, and a white ball of light the size of an adult cow's tripe appeared in his palm, and the ball of light spun rapidly, and with a "whoosh", it broke away and slowly crashed into the big windmill.

With a "bang", the air was dull for a while, and then, a dazzling white light burst out from the intersection, like hundreds of white swords, heading towards **** in all directions.

There was a rumbling sound in the air, like a thunderclap, one after another, suddenly exploding, and there were circles of white ripples around it, all of which were fluctuations of spiritual power.

Originally, there were many onlookers around, but as soon as they saw this strong spiritual power fluctuation, they all fled quickly, fleeing far away, for fear of being affected.

After a while, the white light slowly disappeared, revealing Xiao Mu inside, Xiao Mu's clothes were clean and clean, without a trace of dust, and the face and the back of his hands were extremely smooth, and there was no sign of injury at all.

And Deng Baiyi's face and chest appeared several hideous blood marks, looking as if they had been scratched by the claws of a fierce beast, and there was blood flowing out of the blood marks, drop by drop, drop by drop, turning into a little red plum.

The blade was covered with scars, and it looked like broken glass, and the tip of the sword was severed and crooked to the side, like a bronze mirror, glowing white.

The bluestone floor beneath his feet cracked, and his feet sank deep into the floor.

"How is this possible?" Deng Shaohua was dumbfounded again, wasn't it clear that his uncle had the upper hand just now? How could it be that in the blink of an eye, his uncle was defeated, and besides, they had only been fighting for less than half an hour, and the battle had not lasted more than five rounds.

"Enchantment, did Xiao Mu win?" Liu Xiaopan didn't react a little.

"You're defeated!" Xiao Mu said coldly.

Deng Baiyi propped his hands on the ground, his pupils trembled, his whole body trembled, he clenched his fists, unable to accept such a fact.

He had experienced hundreds of failures in his life, but he had never been so desperate as he was now, because the other party was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was not even half of his actual age.

"How could I lose? How could I lose? Xiao Mu, you don't have to be proud, let me tell you, I, the white-clothed god king Deng Baiyi, will not admit defeat! Even if I lose, I will definitely not lose to a little ghost like you!" he hissed and roared, this roar contained a certain amount of spiritual power, making the surroundings tremble.

Xiao Mu sighed and said, "Why bother? What if you win? What if you lose? Save your life!"

Deng Baiyi heard these words very harshly, and the anger in his heart rose again, and he roared: "Lao Tzu is alive or dead, I don't need you stinky little ghost to point fingers!"

As he spoke, his body was "pulled" out of the ground for a while, as if an invisible hand was pulling him, and the bluestone slab ground under his feet cracked again, and the net-like cracks spread in all directions.

Deng Baiyi raised his long sword, and with a "snort", a sword light tens of feet long pierced straight into the clouds, cutting through the space fiercely, and a golden tornado was wrapped around the sword light.

At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, which writhed like a small snake, left, right, up, down, back and forth, and then, the air also writhed.

Deng Shaohua scratched the back of his head and thought: Hey, what kind of trick is this, why don't I remember that my uncle used this trick before? However, this trick seems to be very powerful.

Xiao Mu felt that the air within four or five feet of himself was writhing and tumbling, forming a huge bubble that separated Xiao Mu from the outside world.

From the outside of the bubbles, the surrounding houses became distorted, a four- or five-story restaurant twisted into a conch, and a stone wall, as if made of paper, folded.

Moreover, Deng Baiyi's body in front of him became distorted, of course, these were because of the distortion of space, which caused Xiao Mu's vision to be wrong.

"Haha, Xiao Mu, this is my famous stunt, Whirlwind Demon Dance! Once a martial artist is imprisoned in the bubble inside, he will not think of it, and his body will also be temporarily restricted, unable to move freely, and can only watch as my big sword cuts your body in half!" Deng Baiyi chattered, his face very happy.

Hearing Deng Baiyi's words, Deng Shaohua suddenly realized, he patted his head, shook his head with a smile, and said: "I see, this is my uncle's famous stunt, and he rarely uses it." I remember that this move requires a huge amount of spiritual power to support, and if there is a mistake in the control of spiritual power, it is likely to lead to the death of the caster, so my uncle does not use this trick easily. ”

Liu Xiaopan watched Xiao Mu and Deng Baiyi fight with relish, his eyes didn't blink, his face was full of envy, as if to say: "The strength of these two people is really strong, if any of them are willing to accept me as an apprentice, maybe, I will become a martial arts master in the future!"

He has had a dream since he was a child, wanting to be an excellent martial artist, a pot of wine, a sword, a flute, a horse, a sword in the world, and wandering the world. It's just that there has never been a chance, Liu Yulin and Liu Yinger have always persuaded Liu Xiaopan to study medicine and inherit the family property in the future, but Liu Yinger is very repulsive to these drugs, he wants to become a young and powerful warrior like Liu Xiaobo.

Of course, this dream was randomly terminated with Liu Xiaobo's paralysis.

"Come on, Xiao Mu, as long as you win, I will worship you as a teacher!" Liu Xiaopan said silently in his heart, as soon as he saw Xiao Mu, the spark in his heart was ignited again.

Liu Yinger also silently prayed for Xiao Mu in her heart, and he thought: Xiao Mu will definitely win.

With a "clang" sound, the sky-high sword light slashed down obliquely, and as soon as the blade fell, the space was quickly cut into a long, narrow and deep ravine, which looked like a small canyon from above.

"Xiao Mu, I see what you are fighting with me!" Deng Baiyi laughed, and then his face was distorted, because it affected the wound on his chest, so he trembled in pain.

With a "whoosh", the blade slashed down on the invisible bubble, and in a moment's effort, it cut in, slashing straight towards Xiao Mu's head.

"Bang", there was a loud and earth-shattering sound in the bubble.

"Xiao Mu, it's time for everything to end!" Deng Baiyi slowly took a breath back, and at the same time, he also spit out a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm, this time the battle made his body suffer a heavy blow, especially the last move, the spiritual power was overloaded, making the physical strength overdrawn rapidly.

Now as soon as the battle was over, all kinds of side effects began to creep up on his body.

At this moment, there was a loud bang suddenly in the bubble, and with a "boom", the bubble was cracked by a silent earthquake, Deng Baiyi's eyes widened, and he saw a ball of light the size of a tripe collide with the blade of the sword.

"Go, Twentyfold Spirit Pill!" (To be continued.) )