Bai Mian easily grabbed the wrist of a swordsman, exerted force in his hand, and the sore swordsman's palm was released, and without waiting for the short knife to land, he took the short knife and slashed at the swordsman.

In a hurry, the swordsman blocked his arms in front of him indiscriminately, and after a knife, he hurriedly retreated, endured the pain to check the injury, and his two arms were injured to the bone, and the blood was surging.

Qi Ye saw it in his eyes, and hurriedly called him into the building, he was not needed here, he was not killed, and he died of excessive blood loss, so the gain outweighed the loss.

Bai has always been calm and unhurried in the face of these people, these people are just the level of the martial artists in the rivers and lakes, and they are all supported by their spirit at the moment, hoping to fight back on the verge of death.

He has been in this city for so many years, in order not to reveal the horse's feet, he rarely kills with his hands, and the pleasure of killing is not satisfied, but now he only feels comfortable with his own hands.

Du Chengwu hid in the shadows, giving his two subordinates a look, and the two nodded and went elsewhere.

As the eldest brother, Du Chengwu rushed up first, pulled one arm of the guest qing, and without waiting for the other party to make a move, the other hand was also pulled by the second brother, one stepped on one instep, and then kicked hard at the crook of the leg, making the dog fall to the ground.

The third tacitly took the other two and stabbed Bai Mian who was kneeling on the ground with a sword in his hand.

Seeing this, Bai Mian bounced up with his back and threw his arms back, but after one time, he couldn't shake off the two of them, but one of them wrapped his waist around his legs, and the other wrapped his legs around the crooks of his legs, and his upper body was still hanging tightly on his arms.

Whiteface laughed maniacally, "Think you can stop me like this? Ignorant and fearless. ”

Seeing this, the third thought that he was finally going to succeed, and was about to fight hard, but he saw that the guy actually ignored the two people hanging on his arms, whether he should punch or punch, and even the people on his arms also waved over, never slowing down a bit.

Bai Mian shouted while fighting: "Come on, come on, let grandpa see, what else are you capable of." ”

Thinking that the useful strategy became a burden, the third child was beaten and retreated, and it was too late for Du Chengwu to let go.

Bai Mian grabbed the clothes of the two with his backhand, stretched his arms and closed them violently, patted the two of them, and wanted to continue after four or five strokes, only to hear a sword groan of "Qiang", which made his heart chill, and immediately let go of the two of them, and moved out a few steps with a ghostly figure.

When he turned around and saw that it was the young man, he laughed at himself with a white face, the sound of the sword groan made people's hearts cold at first glance, he was too cautious just now, and he thought that there was some secret master again.

Thinking back for a moment, the young man had been carrying a sword behind his back, and he was only using it now, was he conceited or was there no one in his eyes?

Bai Mian pretended to be kind and said: "Do you want to tell your own teacher, or say hello to your 'little overlord' who is from the same division, and collect the body for you, it's a pity that the young Junjie died early, if she comes to collect the body, I will never stop her, she is near here, right?" ”

Chen Jing didn't answer, and the tip of the sword slashed across the stone slab on the ground, rubbing out a piece of spark, piercing the white face.

The white face and eyes were a little contemptuous, and the young man stabbed the sword not very quickly, he turned sideways and dodged half a step away, and the sneering smile did not wait for it to bloom, his face changed drastically, and the sword changed direction in an instant, and continued to stab at him, this time even closer.

Changed from dodging to retreating, the sword chased after him, and continued to stab straight in mockery, as soon as he retreated, as soon as he entered, the white face glimpsed that the young man's face was almost sad and joyless, but he calmly took out the sword.

Finally, Chen Jing took a big step and handed out a sword, and Bai Mian, who couldn't retreat, bent back to avoid passing through, and clasped the sword body with both hands, wanting to push the sword back by relying on his waist strength.

Chen Jing let go of his right hand holding the sword, kicked it vigorously with his foot, and the sword body rotated, drawing a semicircle with the palm of his white-faced hand.

Bai Mian, who was originally going to get up, immediately changed to lie flat and dodged the dangerous sword.

The boy continued to draw his sword without stopping.

Bai Mian was forced by him too quickly, constantly flashing and moving, and only after a moment of fighting, the contrast was so great that he was so embarrassed, and he hated this young man in his heart.

Retreating to the root of the wall, there was no way to retreat, Bai Mian reached out and patted the ground and stood up, caught the sword body with his empty hand, and didn't care about the palm cut, and grabbed the young man's wrist with the other hand, so that he couldn't move.

The white-faced yin said: "It's really blind." I thought you were good at fist and foot skills, so I mistook you for a martial artist, but I didn't expect you to be a swordsman. ”

Chen Jing didn't move and said, "You have more than one thing to look at. ”

"Oh. Like what. ”

The boy broke free of his left hand and threw a punch, but he couldn't stop it with his right hand, and was punched in the chest by the boy, and finally spit blood and flew against the wall.

"For example, my fist and foot kung fu is better than you expected."

Du Chengwu in the distance looked at everything, they were destined to be unable to help, and now they finally won this Nancheng Keqing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he is also like that guest, underestimating the young knight.

"Ahem......"

The white face lying on the ground coughed violently a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood, replaced it with a few breaths, looked at the young man and gasped: "It's me, it's me who is clumsy." ”

Then he smiled, "Then keep playing!" ”

Before Chen Jing could figure out what his intentions were, the other party pounced on him, and a scream sounded in the young man's ears, which made him feel distracted, and then he was grabbed by the neckline of the back of his neck and carried into the air.

With a roar, he threw the boy out of the air.

Du Chengwu, who was on the ground, saw the latter one and jumped up and tried to hug Chen Jing, not daring to hope that he would be safe and sound, but only prayed that he would not be seriously injured.

Two "bangs", almost one.

Chen Jing rubbed his braincase, the howling just now directly made him lose his mind for a moment, this is hurting his soul, beating a small beating, this feeling is too familiar.

Looking up at the man in mid-air, his expression became solemn.

This is the first time other than the master, to see someone else can control the sky, this is not the most surprising, that person under the neck gushing out thick black smoke, clothes and hands and feet can't see clearly, after the cloak hangs down, it seems to blend into the black smoke, the already white face looks whiter, as if it is not a human face, more like wearing a white mask.

I remembered what Master had said before, "Evil Demons Outer Dao." ”

"After your death, I will personally accept your soul as a ghost general, which will be counted as an affirmation of your life. Hahaha......"

The white face laughed madly, and rushed towards the boy with a body of black smoke.

Chen Jing stabilized his mind, rushed forward, exerted his toes, swept the ghost figure with a sword, and passed by with a sword, seeing that he hit the person, the young man's heart was tight, the sword body did not feel anything, it seemed that the person's body had turned into smoke, and when he wanted to withdraw the sword, he couldn't, and the sword body was clamped.

Bai Mian chuckled, "Your sword looks good, so I'll reluctantly accept it." ”

After finishing speaking, the black smoke shook its sleeves, circled back and forth into a vortex, and shook into two sharp cones and stabbed at the young man.

After so many years of Meng Hao's beating and scolding teachings, Chen Jing's hand holding the sword did not dare to let go, and he could only dodge a cone thorn in a hurry.

The cone thorn was extremely powerful, and Chen Jing even threw out the green steel sword that he didn't want to let go, and just like him, he rolled all the way and rubbed out sparks.

Du Chengwu hurriedly went over to help the young man, the young man with a lot of blood from his mouth and nose looked a little miserable, but fortunately, fortunately, he did not faint immediately.

"Little brother, what's going on?"

Chen Jing wiped away the blood with his sleeve at will, and said with a smile: "I used to be beaten every day, and I would bleed at every turn, but the injuries I suffered here are tickling and not in the way." ”

Du Chengwu saw that his expression was not sluggish, it didn't seem to be a lie, and he wasn't sure if he was angry, so he hurriedly said while the white face didn't come: "Do you have any ways to cultivate against enemy ghosts?" ”

"Ghost cultivator? I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it. Is this the way the hell it looks, it does look like it, no wonder it can't hit him. ”

"Forget it, I don't have time to say more. You have to remember that most monks have a disadvantage in using supernatural powers, they have to ventilate when they run out of air, and the gap between breaths is when they are weak, and it is easiest to get them at that time. ”

"I've heard what you said, but I forgot about it when it really started."

"You can forget about life and death?"

"I don't fight much."

originally watched the white face of the conversation between the two of them, thinking that the young man had begun to leave his last words, and it was not too much to make himself move and give him some face.

I didn't expect the young man to stand up again in the end, and there were still blood stains on his chest, but those eyes were still bright, and Bai Mian scolded in his heart, "Damn, the flesh is so tough?" ”

"That's it?" Chen Jing wondered.

"Not like that, but first. I still have eyesight, but unfortunately I can't help you much. Du Chengwu sat aside as a waster.

The young man looked ahead and said calmly: "Then let's do it first, it's not easy for me to kill him, but it shouldn't be easy for him to kill me." ”

Chen Jing kicked the roadside stool towards the white face.

Bai Mian slapped off the wooden stool with one hand, let the young man behind the stool pierce it with a sword, and sneered: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?" Tried once and will try again. ”

There was no accident, and the sword body was trapped again.

Chen Jing's wrist grabbed the hilt of the sword and twisted it hard, and the sword body rotated to get out of trouble.

Seeing the white face of the young man doing this, he was shocked and angry.

Shockingly, he could break the shackles of the sword body in one round, and what was angry was that he dared to play with himself under his nose, roaring, and the ghostly figure was surging with black smoke.

Chen Jing fought with this guy as much as possible, trying to see if he could see the signs of his ventilation, so that he could respond, provoke this guy first, surround him while dodging and fighting, and pick out his sword like a thorn, which reminded him of the scene when he used to practice with a porcupine.

Sometimes there is no sense of hindrance, empty as smoke, and sometimes there is the sound of gold and stone striking.

After Chen Jing tried dozens of rounds, he was a little anxious, he couldn't see joy, anger and sorrow on his face like a dead man's mask, and it was impossible to see the flaws based on this, glancing at Du Chengwu, hoping that he could rely on his experience in the rivers and lakes to help.

Nancheng, the city lord's mansion.

"What a fucking chicken thief!" Cui Ying scolded at the half-human, half-ghost guy.

Ruifeng, who was squatting on the beam, was also not polite, and scolded back, "You bastard grew up eating pig iron?" ”

The lobby was in shambles, and the shivering city lord hid in the corner of the wall to avoid harming the pond fish.

"Come down, you and I will change punches." The girl pointed to the man and said.

"Huh. I don't need to, when you're exhausted, I'll send you to death with one move. "The man gloated.

Cui Ying, who was a little crazy, walked to a pillar, kicked off the foundation, and pulled the pillar off with his arms together, the roof of the entire lobby was unstable, the eaves tiles were scattered, and Ruifeng also jumped off the beam and flew into the courtyard.

"Is this woman a reckless man?" Ruifeng muttered.

Cui Ying, who ripped off the pillar, walked out of the lobby step by step, hugged it horizontally, and broke the door hard, and the already worrying room finally collapsed half of the room in the "boom".

Cui Ying laughed weirdly, "You think I can't fight, right?" I've got a stick now, I'm going to stab you down! ”

After speaking, he picked up the pillar and swept towards the man.

Ruifeng spread his wings and flew up, dodging the powerful blow, but he couldn't fly more than two feet, and the pillar was picked up by the girl again, and even the person jumped up with the pillar, grabbed one end of the pillar and smashed it at the man.

Ruifeng urgently avoided a little, the smoke in his body was empty, and Cui Ying knew that he had smashed the air again, and howled in frustration.

The black smoke dissolved and climbed down the pillar, and Ruifeng gave her a blow that forcibly knocked her into the air.

Cui Ying's barbarian man was ruthless, and before he landed, he jumped up again, dancing on the pillar and shouting, "Come again." ”

This time she grabbed both hands into the pillar, so that the "broom" could be more handy, as long as the guy could not fly five or six feet high, she could always sweep him down.

Cui Ying kept jumping up and down, smashing and sweeping at the man.

After a few moments, Ruifeng slowly drifted towards the front yard, and he had to be careful with this madman-like fellow, otherwise he would be the one who capsized in the gutter.

Cui Ying didn't know what kind of ventilation machine was at all, but instinctively felt that if people who couldn't fight, if they didn't run far, they wouldn't be able to hide for long, and there would always be a time to succeed.

Finally when it was time to land, Cui Yingmao swept the pillar with all his strength, and this time Ruifeng dodged with his figure, and the shadow wall behind him was immediately shattered.

When Cui Ying made persistent efforts, the man's black anger was puffing up, and he flashed forward and punched twice, one in the head and one in the abdomen.

Cui Ying stumbled a few steps, and suddenly thought that the time had come to win.

With a loud roar, he threw the pillar directly, exerted force on his feet, moved forward in a faster shape, and broke the pillar as a shield with one punch, sawdust flew all over the place, and the fist continued to move forward, smashing into the man.

Finally, it worked.

One punch followed by another, Cui Ying couldn't let him run anymore, and a few more times, she might be exhausted and paralyzed.

Ruifeng roared in his heart, he was picked up cheaply by this bastard, he couldn't care so much, ventilation was important, as long as he insisted on it a few more times, no matter how tough and powerful you were, it would not be easy to kill her at that time.

It's just that if you want to think about it, it's too hard to do.

This young girl, her fists are heavy and fast, and her own chest from virtual to real can't help but beat all the time, and she wanted to exchange a few punches with her earlier, but it didn't work after only a few punches, too fast.

Cui Ying kept punching, and the occasional fist smashed on his body ignored at all, leaving only one thought, he must win.

One person enters, one person retreats.

Ruifeng, who was beaten all the way, kept retreating, the counterattack was useless, and he couldn't defend, he was beaten all the way from the backyard to the front yard, he could only breathe, but he couldn't make the qi in his body work.

Finally stopped at a thick wall, Ruifeng Xindao can no longer be so passive, he will really die, it really can't work, and he has to forcibly ventilate even if he is desperate to lose Shouyuan.

Ruifeng gritted his teeth and spit out a few trilling words, "You...... You madman......"

Rui Feng's face was bloody, he knew that he really couldn't wait any longer, and was about to forcibly ventilate, but he, a ghost cultivator, was like a ghost.

The strength of the fist has reached a higher level, and the girl who has been punching quickly and quickly has her fists like phantoms, fast and heavy.

The wall behind Ruifeng has been dented, and Ruifeng, who can't breathe, wails, and his consciousness gradually blurs, hating this girl who doesn't look very old, and at the last moment he can't mutter.

The girl's punch was as fast as the wind, and finally she roared loudly, and after a crashing punch, the man broke through two walls one after another and fell on the avenue outside the house, life and death unknown.

Cui Ying gasped for breath after the fight, simply lay on her back on the ground, and sighed: "It's so happy! ”