Bai Jing's shot is naturally very different from the ordinary martial artists on the rivers and lakes.

The ordinary three-grade rivers and lakes and even the first-grade martial artists who have not opened up the meridians and knots of the whole body to kill the enemy are nothing more than seeking the opportunity to take the lead, attacking one point and waiting for the enemy to collapse. Although it also pays attention to a three-point divine will, Zhuyu is on the record, but it is not out of the martial arts sword, or the blade of the hand, and the first word is naturally its focus. If the two are still able to play a duel with ease, they can naturally show a little chivalrous demeanor, talk about the truth of Jinglun, and coldly drop a sentence to let go of a way out.

And Bai Jing is precisely a man who has always disliked to boast of being a chivalrous man.

The rivers and lakes are reckless and martial arts dueling tricks or pay attention to a one-way rush to be the first, gushing endlessly, and the opponent who is pressed has no respite. Or crush with their own exquisite cultivation techniques, and beat the opponent who is struggling to breathe, and have no heart to fight, or hide a few of his own unique secret skills and coldly use a few tricks to achieve the effect of killing the enemy first. And for Bai Jing, who has been cultivated to a climbable building, these tricks are of course tricks that cannot be put on the stage. has reached the point where the anger is endless, and the man who is resting is still in need of these ghost tricks. As far as he is concerned, as long as he ensures that his building is not shattered when facing the enemy, even if there is no foundation and the pavilion is destroyed, the foundation of the Great Dao contained in it is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary second-grade martial artists like Ye Chuiyang and Jia He.

It is not so much that Bai Jing is conceited, but that this is the demeanor of a master who has climbed to the point of returning to Fengxiantai, and the self-confidence of sitting firmly in Diaoyutai with his absolute strength.

The man stretched out a finger lightly, and slowly retracted the outstretched arm. But the three people who were standing in the middle and were fighting to the death had a feeling of panic at the same time. It's like a roc roaring down from the nine heavens, and a dragon coming out of the sea between the abyss.

The man flew out with a sword, to put it mildly, and even the flowers and trees that were clutching the ground beside him did not shake for half a minute. But the stone wall in the distance, whether it was Jingran from a distance or Tai'an nearby, suddenly collapsed and jumped, raising countless dust.

Ye Chuiyang shook a shot, only to bully, wanting to let the aggressive Jia He in front of him continue to entangle, in exchange for an opportunity for his regression. But the man didn't expect that Zhan Wenlong, who was virtual and real, didn't joke with him Ye Chuiyang this time, but stabbed Ye Chuiyang's flesh and blood with a real knife. To be honest, this kind of feeling, Ye Chuiyang, who has been a master for many years, has really never experienced it a few times.

At that time, it was just a man who was driven by others, and he was also rarely in Guanshan, and he was also overwhelmed by heavy snow, that kind of taste, he Ye Chuiyang didn't even want to feel it a second time in his dreams.

Because, this taste is really uncomfortable.

But men are helpless. If he didn't tear up the gap of Wenlong, no matter how brave Ye Chuiyang was, he couldn't help fighting and entanglement like this. When the physical strength is gradually exhausted under the encirclement of the two, he Ye Chuiyang doesn't know if Jia He can live, but Ye Chuiyang, whose head has been held in Bai Jing's hand, understands that he will definitely not survive. Therefore, the cunning man put away his long knife, put down his means, and took the opportunity to break through.

But there are unpredictable circumstances, and there are good and bad things. Ye Chuiyang, who made this choice, obviously made such a big mistake in the hands of the little-known Zhan Wenlong.

The man complained bitterly, and he was also a little lucky. If he is still blindly entangled, then Zhan Wenlong's virtual and real knife is not a false blade, but a solid stab in the body, if it is crooked like this now, for him, it is a good result for him, at least it is much better than losing his life.

Bai Jing has a haunted and a sideways foot. The majestic power that can overturn the heavens and the earth on his body is only a moment, and only the stone wall that seems to be a little abrupt seems to be pouring out silently.

The stone wall collapsed, and the heavens and the earth hung upside down. The man who started it was calm and indifferent. He just wiped the little dusty sword back into his sleeve. Nodding and smiling at the three who were momentarily still in the distance, not fighting.

"Guys, go on, go on. Bai is just on a whim, that's why. That scene. Don't take it too seriously. What Bai said counts. If you say you don't intervene, you will never intervene. The man was so eloquent that even his swarthy face flushed a little. The whole person looks like a simple farmer, where did he take advantage of the fire to rob and the fisherman to profit.

But his immortal methods, that is an indisputable fact that he is afraid of now, not only Ye Chuiyang scolded his mother in his heart, but even Jia He, who was masked with him, couldn't help but secretly slander in his heart.

"My good man, you man is really a bit fierce!"

The man's eyes and nose were stunned, looking at the stone wall that was missing out of thin air, and he still couldn't believe that the earth-shattering scene was actually done by the seemingly ordinary man in front of him.

Jia He, who felt that he had fallen into bad luck, was a little speechless, but what shocked him even more in the man's heart was how such a short black and thin man could summon such a means of changing the world.

Because Jia He was standing on the side that was relatively close to the mountain wall, as the first time he felt the collapse of the mountain, he certainly had the right to speak on the scene of the other party.

Jia He stood against the wind, and his hands holding the big ring knife were still trembling and spasming uncontrollably. If it weren't for the motivation that he had exercised in the mountains for many years, he was down-to-earth about life and death. The man couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't fall and kneel down in front of the man who was resting on his back.

Naturally, Jia He is not the only one with this kind of thought. Zhan Wenlong, who was closest to Bai Jing, was even more frightened, and his words were dangerous.

He held the big knife in his backhand, and at this time, he still had the courage to turn the blade and face Bai Jing directly after killing Ye Chuiyang.

The man who was about to kneel with trembling lips lowered his head, and he couldn't even think of resisting in the slightest.

But Yuan Hongxing, the only one who is a woman, has the firmness of being born a calf and is not afraid of tigers. The woman pinched her hair hanging down her sideburns, and her calm face couldn't see her thoughts clearly.

Wait until the melodious breeze blows through the foot of the mountain, and the undulating yellow leaves wrap around the hair. The naturally bright woman suddenly smiled at Jia He and said, "Husband, it is said that the coming day will be long, and the coming day will be long." But Hongxing and her husband have been together for more than ten years, and they should not continue to be greedy, and let their husband be surrounded and suppressed by the officials and soldiers for their own selfish desires, like a rat hidden. These red apricots should all know. ”

She wiped the corners of her eyes, and her melodious voice was a little more tactful at this time, and the woman continued: "It's all because of Hongxing's greed, which led to the situation in front of you." If that year, the red apricot lost and returned, presumably today is another mountain and river scenery, in the final analysis, you have not failed me, but the red apricot has lost you. ”

The woman's voice was crying, and there were already drops of crystal hanging in the corners of her eyes.

Ye Chuiyang clenched his fists, a little unincomprehensible to Yuan Hongxing's intentions. He looked at Jia He, whose eyes were full of red silk, suspiciously, and his closed heart suddenly brightened.

Could it be ......

Before Ye Chuiyang could say the answer in his heart, Jia He's eyes were already cracking, he rushed out quickly with red eyes, and shouted loudly in his throat hoarsely: "Red apricot ......"

Jia He's color was very inward, and his pupils were red. The man didn't care about the distance between the front and back, and didn't think about the strength of the two sides, so he stabbed Bai Jing with the long knife. However, compared with Yuan Hongxing, who rushed out one step earlier, Jia He was still half a beat slower after all.

Bai Jing's color was calm and calm, he glanced at the somewhat resolute woman, and the man's face full of calm showed a little smile. If it weren't for Bai Jing's outstretched finger pointing at his head, I'm afraid Jia He couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

Jia He ran all the way, like thunder. Although he continued to lift his viscera and accumulate strength, it was more than a star and a half slower than Bai Jing's breath that could withstand the thunder in an instant. It's slower than ever.

"Miss Yuan, you are so affectionate, speaking of which, Bai Jing wants to call you sister-in-law. It's just that Bai has traveled south and north over the years, and the carp has crossed the bridge, and he has already seen too many of these life and death events. If Miss Yuan insists on dying, Bai is also an upright person. The man smiled, and two words came out of his mouth.

"Manifold!"

A small sword that was as active as a swimming fish slowly swam out of the man's sleeve, and before Yuan Hongxing ran to the man's side, the small sword had risen more than ten miles in the storm, blowing up the charming woman into a cloud of blood mist.

The word "manifold" comes from the mouth of a great Confucian in the history of Da Chu. If it is according to the old man's intentions, this "manifold" should be the righteousness of heaven and earth, although it is chaotic, it also has its form to carry. Or for Yan Changshan's tongue, or for Ji's blood.

And the name that is used as a murder weapon today is not known whether it is right or wrong.

The man broke through the armor with a sword, and the already crystal clear little sword suddenly added a little silver-white light.

The man waited until the manifold returned to the body, and the man who rarely joked snorted, and he laughed and said: "Miss Yuan, the trick of trying to see the poor dagger is put on Bai, I don't know whether to say that you are out of place, or that you are stupid and cute." The man made a rare joke, he lifted it upside down with one hand as an inhalation and accumulation, his hair swaggered, and the soil and rocks on the whole Luoxia Mountain burst into bursts, and there was a lot of blank space on the mountain where the autumn light was condensed.

Bai Jing clapped his hands, and immediately stopped paying attention to the woman who had died of incense, he looked at Ye Chuiyang with gray eyes and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? ”

The little gourd was already full of liver and gall, especially when Bai Jing killed Yuan Hongxing on the spot with extremely ruthless means, the man who had lost three souls of the seven souls was already full of snow-white, like a thick frost.

Until his backward waist pressed against the trunk of the tree behind him, the yellow leaves scattered on his shoulders. The man whose lips turned purple with fright trembled and said, "This, this ......"

The man smiled and turned around, wiping the blood that had spilled from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his waist and asked with a smile, "Little brother thinks this scene is funny." ”

Bai Jing's tone was teasing, as if joking.

Jia He was furious, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out with a whoop. Before the blade in his hand could be inserted into Bai Jing's chest, Jia He's white knuckles had already put down the scimitar that had accompanied him in the southern and northern wars for countless years, and knelt on the ground in confusion.