In the ring, the swords and swords were dazzling.

Under the ring, Zhu Huamo was stunned.

In the flying sand, there are two surging breaths exploding one after another, like a tsunami in the mountains and tsunami;

The slender lacquer-clothed sword is as sharp as a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, coherent and smooth, and the moves are directed at the heart and throat of the white shirt, stabbing out the cold wind;

If the two compare like this, it can be seen that Ruan Zhen's martial arts should be mostly inherited from the assassination school that is good at controlling the enemy with one move, vicious and fast, and secretly killing, while Wang Manxiu's battle law is closer to the way of the battlefield that has been tempered thousands of times, fighting steadily and step by step.

Exactly

One move left his hand and went around the body, and he pushed the sword with the moon.

The surging killing intent is chilling, and Haoran is heroic and breaks his picture.

A sword does not become a sword, and a sword does not become annoying and ashamed.

The angry eyes returned to the lacquer knife, but the shadow of the white clothes fell again.

Seeing Wang Manxiu take half a step sideways, leaning back to avoid Ruan Zhen's stab, and then causing Qinghe in the sheath to volley down, pressing the black blade in his hand on the red carpet with a 'bang-'.

Qi Yi frowned, immediately let go of his hand and retreated three feet to the ground, silently chanted 'come!', and then used his qi to control the black knife in his hand, and then used his feet to exert his strength again, and he actually threw his arm and slashed at the throat of the white shirt!

However, seeing this, the white shirt did not panic at all, but raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a look of 'all in the plan' appeared on his face—he saw him bend his knees and take half a step, and then tilt his head slightly, and easily dodged this swift knife by a fraction of a second.

Qi Yi was stunned, he didn't expect the person in front of him to be so calm and capable between life and death, without panic or blinking, as if he had already traveled more than once before the ghost gate.

Before Ruan Zhen came back to his senses, Wang Manxiu, who had just stepped back, was already on his heels, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, his eyes suddenly appeared, and the Qinghe in the sheath slammed forward in his abdomen.

Ruan Zhen, who had not yet closed the knife, was caught off guard, and suddenly felt that a majestic internal breath was forcibly injected into his dantian, causing a wave of turbulence in an instant, and even going to all parts of his body with the flow of his breath.

His heart shuddered. Ruan really understood, although he didn't know what kind of strange door the white shirt in front of him was used, but this sudden internal breath undoubtedly belonged to him. And if he allowed this internal breath to continue to wreak havoc in his body, then Bai Yi would only need to manipulate this breath like he would use the [Qi Control Flying Sword]...... Even if he didn't become his puppet, he would definitely be tied up, and he would hardly be able to use any strange doors.

This white shirt must not be allowed to do so.

Merely...... This breath circulation is the basis for the Xuanshi masters to operate the Qimen exercises, if they want to prevent the white shirt's breath from having a chance to invade themselves, they will no longer circulate the breath...... Then Ruan Zhen will also have no way to display any more strange gates.

After all, he doesn't have a spiritual eye.

"Tsk!" Qi Yi gritted his teeth and smacked his tongue and retreated three steps in a row, looking up at the white shirt who was not chasing, and said with a blue face, "You have such a means......"

The white shirt stood in place, smiling slightly, and did not make any reply.

Wang Manxiu wouldn't tell him that this vicious trick was just a masterpiece of his own ingenuity.

Rather than letting the inner breath that was finally condensed slip out of the chest in vain, it is better to inject it into the Qinghe Sword, and then inject the Qinghe Sword into the body of the lacquered cloth - as for how to inject the internal breath into the body outside the body, it is just a matter of copying and applying the method in the [Whole Clothes Crown], which is really not a trouble for Wang Manxiu, who has been practicing this trick for more than ten years.

And Ruan Zhen, who underestimated his Qimen realm, and Ruan Zhen, who relaxed his vigilance because of his step-by-step sword momentum, can be regarded as a big heel.

Swordsmanship, the right way also.

Qimen, sophistry.

You can't generalize anymore.

"Ahem!"

Ruan Zhen bowed his head and coughed a few times, wanting to spit out the inner breath of those white shirts along the airway, but it was useless except to disgust himself.

Wang Manxiu, who was three steps away, seemed to be motionless and didn't do anything, just smiled lightly. However, in fact, he was silently manipulating those internal breaths, making them deeply rooted in the body of the lacquered coat, and gradually circulating with his own internal breaths, so that after spreading all over his body, he completely destroyed his meridians and destroyed his internal organs.

I saw that in the ring at this time, the white shirt standing like a pine was slightly brushed with green silk, and the lacquered shirt with a bow body was holding the neck and gasping, and the contrast was not stark.

Although most of the hundreds of spectators in the audience knew what the two of them had done in addition to sword exchanges, seeing this scene, they also probably understood that this arrogant lacquer clothes were going to be taught to be humans. Then some people whistled and applauded, and some people applauded, and they said, 'You kid is interesting now, aren't you?' "Hey, don't ask, I think he's struggling to even speak now!"

And at the outermost part of the crowd, Zhang Shan, who was not wearing brocade clothes, snorted lightly and said with a smile, "This surnamed Ruan is really a guy who has eyes and doesn't know Taishan." is so bold that he wants to compete with Lord Wang Manxiu...... It's really impatient to live, and it's too long!"

"Hehe, but I can't blame him for it. Beside him, the slender brocade-clothed Li Shi also echoed with a smile, "Now that Lord Wang Manxiu has a wound in his chest, he can't condense the shocking fortune in one go, so he can't release the breath of a thousand enemies to scare off the other party...... I see, this lacquer cloth is about the strength of the Yin family's hundred enemies, and now I'm afraid I'm going to dig my own grave!"

These two people said strange and scary things in their mouths, but there was no haze on their faces, only a faint smile.

"But、But Mr. Bai still has to be careful......"

Suddenly, I heard a soft voice coming to me.

The two brocade clothes lowered their heads and looked at the white skirt that was pure and pure.

"That Ruan Gongzi ......" Zhong Liyan looked at the ring, clasped his hands lightly in front of him, and whispered, "That black shadow in the palm of Ruan Gongzi's palm should be a very terrifying mystic." ”

Zhang Shan and Li Shi were all stunned.

"Black shadow?" Li Shi blinked, stepped forward half a step forward and asked softly, "Dare to ask Miss Zhongli, what kind of black shadow do you mean?"

Zhong Liyan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately turned around and said, "It's the one that just came out of his palm...... Alas, don't you see?"

When the sound fell, a pair of bright eyes looked at the two.

I saw that in the dark pupils, there was a faint golden light flickering.

Zhang Shan and Li Shi immediately glanced at each other, tacitly and did not answer.

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