Maybe.

Perhaps, it was because when Bai Yi was practicing in the house before, he consumed too much essence and energy.

Or perhaps, it was because the palm of the strong man with horns had smashed the meridians in his body.

Perhaps, it's just that this simple knock on the royal court has not had time to be displayed in such a short period of time.

Under the cold starlight, a strong man with horns in white clothes who was ten feet in the air condescendingly looked down at the strange costume, and he had already crossed the straight blade in his hand, turned his hand and made a sword appearance, and wanted to 'splash blood with blood' with the strongest Qimen he could know.

However, his eyes sparkled with wonder, but he didn't have time to knock down his right index finger.

Immediately after, a muffled sound came into his ears, and he suddenly exerted his legs as he stood still, and he jumped up on the spot-for-tat, blowing up floating grass all over the ground, and rushed straight to the white clothes in the air like a cluster of springs.

Wang Manxiu was startled, his eyebrows frowned, and he knew that it was too late to knock out of this type of royal court, so he wanted to immediately turn the attack into defense, and he wanted to step at a hundred feet close, and quickly retreat to avoid it.

But it was still half a beat slower.

The little aura left in his body had all condensed between the sword blades in his chest and abdomen in half an instant, and he was preparing for this knocking royal court...... And then he turned and fled quickly, so that the breath had to circulate quickly to the feet and legs—so, half a beat slower.

But the palm of the strong man with horns who broke his [whole clothes] before also really hit the meridians in his body, causing him to vomit three liters of blood while blocking the flow of breath in Wang Man's cultivation body—so, it was half a beat slower.

And at this moment, this guy who called himself the 'South Gate Tiger' finally showed a strange step, ten feet in a moment, and his hand was far faster than when he held the gluttonous stone before, which caught Bai Yi off guard - so, half a beat slower.

So, half a beat slower.

And then.

Hear a crisp sound first.

Zahu's left paw gripped the ring-headed knife in his hand.

I heard another dull sound.

Zahu's right palm smashed into his collarbone throat with a rock-shattering force.

Goodbye, a withered cloak.

Wang Manxiu flew three feet, fell upside down like an eagle with broken wings, and fell into the floating grass with waves like the sea.

Then the grass snapped, and the branches broke, and blood splattered.

Wang Manxiu, who had been hit the throat, felt suffocated in an instant, as if his neck had been broken into two, and he could neither breathe into his lungs nor breathe out, and he was about to lose his breath and was dying.

Fortunately, due to the severe pain around him, the white-clothed mind was still clear and did not fall asleep completely.

Wang Manxiu hurriedly turned over with difficulty, lay on the ground, and slammed his fist into his heart, coughing as if he was going to pour out all his internal organs, and vomited all the dirty blood and turbidity that had accumulated in his throat, splashing blood all over the ground.

'Uh-ahem!ahem......'

I saw Wang Manxiu coughing wildly several times in a row, spitting out the dirty blood and turbid qi at the same time, he also exhausted the last strength in his body, and he was no longer able to support his body, and it was uncomfortable to turn over, and finally fell down in a pool of blood with a bang.

Under a moonlight, the floating grass dyed crimson swayed in the wind, like a sea of blood on the other side, endless.

"Hey, there's still a breath. ”

The big man with the horns got up, patted his shoulder with the white-skinned ring knife in his left hand, looked up and said, "The person who can take the two palms of Lao Tzu's South Gate Seat Tiger...... Oh, I'm afraid that between this corridor, I can count it on two hands. ”

He snorted a long snort, pointed at the white clothes in the pool of blood with his ring knife, and sneered, "Little brother, you have some skills, at least your life is hard enough, hahaha......"

As he spoke, he grinned. And seeing the leader so happy, the four men in the floating grass behind him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wang Manxiu, who still had a breath left, tilted his head slightly, and quietly looked at the five people with happy faces in his eyes, not angry, not sad, not exalted, not suppressed, just thinking in his heart.

The palm of this Nanmen Zodiac Tiger is indeed very strong, if it is only brute force, it will not look much inferior to the strength of Yin Zheng's predecessors - the previous rock that he couldn't split with a sword, this strong man smashed it with one palm, I think how much can prove this.

And Wang Manxiu's body can take his palm twice in a row, which is obviously not something that can be summed up with a simple 'hard' word.

As we all know, Wang Manxiu was once the enemy of a thousand people.

Or at least close to a thousand enemies.

And he is very close to a thousand enemies, the spirit in his body is rich, and the flow of breath is even faster, which is to inadvertently exercise the meridians and qi in his body. And as the meridians and qi in his body became more and more tempered, his body became stronger and stronger from the inside out, until in the flow of breath, it was difficult for ordinary swords, spears and arrows to hurt half of it.

Now, that's right, his realm has indeed plummeted because of the passage of three points of spirit, and he has returned to twenty enemies.

But his body, the muscles and bones that he had cultivated over the past ten years of continuous cultivation of Qimen, obviously did not disappear so easily so quickly.

In other words, the internal practice of kung fu is gone, but the horizontal practice of kung fu is still a few points.

Thanks to it, Wang Manxiu can still rest in his chest on the premise of being hit twice in a row, and he is still dizzy, and he still has divine sense.

But...... That's it.

In the duel between the same Qimen people, if you only have some skills in your body and bones, it is useless.

If it were useful, today's martial arts would not be so willing to live under Qimen.

"But no matter how hard it is, it's just a matter of two more slaps. ”

I saw the South Gate Tiger snorting lightly.

Then, brush your hand to the right to grasp the straight knife with the ring head.

Then there was a sudden force, and there was a 'click-'.

Hundred steel knives, broken.

Make fine pieces of iron and fall them.

And when the last piece of iron falls to the ground.

There was a gust of wind, and the grass was blowing all over the ground.

It was the South Gate Tiger flying over, the palms of both palms were blood-red, and the eyebrows suddenly flashed a little white!

He said that he would do what he said, and he wanted a life in white clothes to be worth a life.

And Wang Manxiu, who only has one breath at the moment, is obviously no longer able to take his casual palm.

Therefore, when this gust of wind subsides, when he flies in front of the white cloth, Wang Manxiu will die!

Wang Manxiu is set to die!

...... If you don't have that red tassel ash gun.

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