The white clothes were ten feet away in an instant, and galloped towards the coffin.

Its speed is as fast as a goshawk with its wings spread, and it swoops into the sea in an instant, its speed is so fast, like a gust of autumn wind, it will blow up the fallen leaves in the sky in an instant, and its speed is so fast, like a thunder on a sunny day, it will fall on the earth in the blink of an eye.

Although, this is not what he intended.

In the eyes of the white clothes, there was no strange light flickering, and his legs did not take half a step forward.

But when the lid of the coffin opened, revealing its empty interior, the body of the white cloth was like a magnet, and it was sucked away by the coffin.

After a moment of surprise, Bai Yi immediately kicked the ground with both feet, carving two lines of footprints on the stone slab, trying to stop his figure - however, even though the stone slab on the ground had been torn apart by him, his figure still galloped forward without the slightest momentum.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yi immediately silently chanted '100 feet near', and performed the fastest Qimen footwork in the world, wanting to cancel each other out with the suction of this sarcophagus. Unlike Fang Cai's foot kicking the ground, Bai Yi's move was quite effective, and the original speed of ten feet in an instant was slowed down to three feet in a snap of his fingers, and he was able to successfully stop.

But I don't know if it's because the closer you get to the sarcophagus, the stronger the suction, the speed that Bai Yi finally slowed down, but it slowly became faster again, and after a while, it returned to five feet in an instant.

In the long run, the white-clothed figure was less than a foot away from the coffin.

I heard a quiet male voice in my ears, and sneered: "Pingshui Baiyi, haven't you noticed that the faster your breath flows, the faster the speed of entering the burial......?" According to me, don't struggle, lie down in the coffin and rest for a while. ”

The white clothes with blood in both ears couldn't hear what the male voice said.

However, even if his ears are intact, I am afraid that Bai Yi at this time will not have time to care about what the male voice is saying.

Hearing only a sound of gold and iron, the white cloth crossed the iron sword in his hand and stopped in front of the coffin, and finally stopped his body a moment before he was about to be buried.

He could already clearly feel that even if his body stopped in place, the Qimen aura in his body was like a turbulent wave, flowing towards the sarcophagus.

This strange gate......

Bai Yi pursed his lips and frowned, and the iron sword in his hand trembled slightly.

Wang Manxiu, who had read a lot of scroll secret books when he was young, could boast that he knew seventy percent of the world's strange gates, but he didn't dare to say that he knew one out of ten strange doors in the world. And the reason for this is that because the techniques of Qimen are so many and complicated, all kinds of things, although they can be generalized about the internal and external breaths, they cannot be discussed in detail, and the reason for this is discussed. It can only be said that everything in the world can be realized by Qimen, such as calling for wind and rain, vicissitudes of life, although it sounds incredible, but it is just a difficult and easy problem in Qimen.

Therefore, although the white-clothed Wang Manxiu knew what the effect of this Qimen who helped the head of the family was, it was difficult to guess the principle, and it was even more difficult to come up with a unique way to go-for-tat - according to him, the faster the flow of breath in the white-clothed body, the stronger the suction of this sarcophagus. Then you can't stop the flow of breath in your body in order to deal with this move, and you don't need any Qimen, right?

This is the difference between Qimen and Wulin. Swords, guns, knives, sticks, etc., the martial arts Qimen that have transformed into martial arts are easy to say, and they can be fought back and forth, but if the head of the Fu family inexplicably summons a coffin to the Xuanfa Qimen, it is incomprehensible. Therefore, compared to finding a way to see the moves, the duel in Qimen is mostly for both sides to show their magical powers, and they will fight their heads and faces to see who has more magical powers. It is precisely because of the Qimen duel that both sides have no way to counter the Qimen in each other's hands, so they will exert enough strength when they make a move, and they must kill the enemy with one move, and they can't leave a breath, so there are only two sayings of 'being able to live' and 'checkmate'.

And at this moment, Bai Yi was unable to counter this [burial] Qimen.

Hearing a loud bang, the iron sword in his hand actually cracked several cracks on the coffin, and with a wave of his arm, the coffin was cut off and shattered to the ground.

It has been the best policy since ancient times.

As soon as the sarcophagus shattered, the strange suction disappeared. Bai Yi immediately flicked his sleeves and turned around, slashing out a sword qi in the direction where the male voice had just come from.

The cold sword qi goes, and the cold sword qi comes.

It was the nameless iron sword that went, and the one who came was Bai Xue Qinghe.

The white dress slightly brushes the sleeves to complete the crown.

The Qinghe sword qi that can cut through the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River is not close to him.

Bai Yi, who caught the head of the Fu family, immediately crossed the sword in his hand, and was just about to press the spell with his left hand, but suddenly raised his eyebrows and was stunned.

And he saw that in this bleak and dull hall, there were twelve o'clock netherworld fires, burning outside his body, and they were like twelve quarters on the sundial, and they were surrounded in a circle.

In front of each ghostly fire, there is a pair of gray coffins.

The lid of the coffin falls.

In an instant, Bai Yi was not only completely unable to move, but also felt as if twelve big hands were tearing and grabbing his body, and he was about to divide himself into five horses.

Wang Manxiu's eyes were round with anger, and he wanted to carry the Qi Yun breath in his body to compete with these twelve big hands, but it was as if he had just been sucked into a coffin, the more urgent his breath was, the more intense the twelve big hands tore - in a few moments, a layer of bruised purple was reflected on the shoulders, sides of the legs, the backs of the hands, and the skin on the waist.

Come to think of it, these twelve big hands have used their own breath to destroy the blood vessels and meridians under their bodies.

Bai Yi finally couldn't resist, coughed up blood violently, knelt on one knee, no longer circulated his breath, and the dantian in his body returned to the mirror to stop water.

In an instant, the tearing sensation of the internal organs disappeared.

It's just that in this way, it will be difficult for Bai Yi to make any strange doors.

I heard a male voice laughing in the dark.

"[Burial]!"

The sound fell, and the sound of rocks colliding.

The white clothes suddenly raised their eyes, and saw that the twelve standing coffins were already galloping towards them!

It is so fast that it is not as slow as when the white clothes were sucked away.

Bai Yi glared, wanting to escape immediately with [100 feet close]. But as soon as he transferred the breath in his body, the twelve big hands that had just dissipated and invisible reappeared in their shapes, and they were held in place, unable to move an inch except for the severe pain.

The twelve sarcophagi swept in, colliding and merging with each other, and finally formed a circle of seamless coffin walls around them, sealing all their retreats.

All?

Bai Yi got up and looked up at the sky.

There was a bit of a ghostly fire, and there was a coffin lid.

All.

Wang Manxiu smiled bitterly.

He let out a long sigh, shook the iron sword in his hand, and closed his eyes.

I heard a loud sound of a rock, thick smoke rising, and I couldn't see the figure in white clearly.

When the dust fell and the smoke cleared, there was only one coffin left in the empty hall.

Under the dark light, the man with a feminine face slowly walked out of the shadows.

Holding a spirit jade dagger in his hand, he squinted at the standing coffin and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"[Burial]. ”

The seer saw the stone slab crack in the ground, and the half-cut coffin sank into the earth.

Goodbye there is mud and sand, and half of the coffin is hidden in it.

Eight stone tablets also fell from the sky and landed in all directions of the cemetery - the back of the stone tablet was engraved with dense and indiscriminate characters, and the front of the stone tablet was carved with various expressions.

These eight steles are similar to hundreds of steles in front of the inner wall of the hall.

This person is no different from the white-clothed god in the tomb.

"That's it. ”

The man waved the dagger in his hand and smiled.

"[Leaving the funeral]. ”