Chapter 32: Chapter 32 A Sword Stands Mighty

In front of everyone's eyes, Rao is Xue Yishui is thick-skinned person, he can't hang it up, but Ao Bing'er is in front, he pretended to sigh and said: "Brother Bai must have suffered a lot, it was indeed me who didn't fulfill my responsibility before, let you stumble and fall off the cliff, I blamed myself every day for the past two years, and I hope that Brother Bai can get rid of his previous suspicions, don't be angry with Bing'er, blame me if you want to blame." ”

Seeing that there were more and more disciples watching, Bai Fengxue still didn't say a word, and he received again: "Brother Bai died nine times, I still sent someone to send you back to recuperate for a few days, let's talk about it, come here!"

As he spoke, he was about to beckon, the dead wood in Bai Feng's bloody hand slammed on the ground, and under the capacity, the dark steel rock on the ground cracked hard, and the lightly decayed dead wood could crack the rock, which was by no means something that a person with broken tendons could do, Ao Bing'er and Xue Yishui changed color at the same time, but Ao Bing'er was surprised eyes, and Xue Yishui's expression was much more complicated.

Ao Bing'er had been with him for many days, and she knew his temperament more or less, so she breathed a sigh of relief and didn't ask any more questions at the moment, pulled Xue Yishui's arm and said softly, "Just let Xiaobai participate, I believe in him!"

Xue Yishui frowned in embarrassment, nodded and said, "Okay, I'm afraid of you." ”

The simple flirting between the two of them seemed to Bai Fengxue as if tearing a wound on the heart and then sprinkling it with thick salt, and immediately roared angrily, supporting the dead wood and jumping on the stage.

There happened to be a disciple on the stage who had just won the victory, and he was raising his arms and shouting, looking at an inexplicable beggar who jumped up, he couldn't help but sneer: "You look like this, don't you also want to compete for the seat of the inner disciple, the Proud Sword Sect can't tolerate waste!"

Bai Fengxue was furious at this time, and when he heard the word waste, he was even more furious, and now he put all his scruples behind, shook off the dead wood in his hand, stretched out his hand and conjured up the thunder sword, which came out of his hand, and shot straight at the opponent's face like lightning.

Ordinary outer disciples are not qualified to have magic weapons, at best they only have ordinary blades made of stainless steel in their hands, that disciple knows that it is powerful, and he does not dare to take it hard, one dodges the thunder sword, and at the moment, without waiting for Bai Feng's blood to receive the move, with a flick of his foot, the whole person rushes forward like an arrow from the string, and the cold light of the green steel sword in his hand has reached Bai Fengxue's eyes in a blink of an eye!

This person's physical skills were already extremely fast, and they were almost shooting at the ground.

Besides, Bai Fengxue had no legs and couldn't dodge, and seeing that the long sword was about to pierce his skull, Ao Bing'er almost screamed.

It's just that no one thought that in the next picture, the long sword just stabbed Bai Fenghan's forehead weakly, but it couldn't go any further.

It turned out that the thunder sword had appeared in Bai Fengxue's hand at some point, and a sword ran head-on from this disciple's throat to his back, and the thunder sword was filled with lightning, and this disciple's flesh and blood were burned, just like a skewered barbecue.

All the people on the sidelines were frightened by this scene, the magic weapon of white maple blood was so powerful?

You must know that there are very few outer disciples who can use magic weapons, unless there are inner disciples in the sect secretly helping, otherwise there is no immortal seed, how can you have your own magic weapons?

Xue Yishui has already begun to regret letting him come to power, before Bai Fengxue was not even a disciple of the outer sect, even if he really died, the sect would not be held accountable, but once he entered the inner gate, life and death were not something he could do.

Thinking of this, his eyes moved, and an outer disciple with a grim face and a striking scar on his left eye in the audience understood, and jumped on the martial arts stage.

"You're the waste man who wants to eat swan meat?