Sima Xiande was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked sideways at the Qiu Yi steward who was pointing at the end of his left arm.

I saw that the old steward, who had raised the gong to his shoulder, and should have begun to wave the mallet in his hand to make a sound, suddenly stopped what he was doing for some reason, and stood in place with the gong and drum hanging high.

Sima Xiande was horrified in his heart, and was about to see some clues from his unnatural actions, but time waited for no one, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in front of him.

It's too late to be distracted.

'When ——!'

The purple robe quickly raised his sword, and he opened the surprise attack of the lacquer cloth without danger, and then immediately twisted his waist, his heels hit the ground, and his eyes quickly flashed with strange light, which was to use a [flying body trick] to open the distance again, so as to fight while retreating, and give himself a few moments of effort to find out the situation.

I never thought that just as the purple robe was about to repeat the old trick, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qi Yi's left palm, which was supposed to follow up the pursuit, was quietly tucked in his waist and abdomen at the moment, which was a restrained and condensed appearance.

Sima Xiande suddenly felt bad in his heart. Although he hadn't seen any strange light in Ruan Zhen's dark eyes, the intuition he had cultivated from practicing Qimen Xuanshu since he was a child had sent chills down his spine for a moment—if it weren't for the fact that the sweat on his back had cooled down now, there would have only been one explanation left.

Something dangerous is coming.

The purple robe tightened his eyebrows and glared at the lacquered clothes in front of him.

Suddenly, I heard a cold male voice in my ears.

"[Yin Zhu]. ”

When it was too late, he saw a black shadow with an indistinct shape suddenly explode from the palm of the lacquer coat, and then it swept towards Sima Xiande's belly dantian - its speed was about thirty percent faster than the [Flying Body Technique] he had just performed!

Although the purple robe didn't know what this sudden black shadow was, the alarm in his heart was instantaneous—it was natural, but anyone who saw this black thing suddenly rushing towards him would be so frightened that he couldn't do it.

However, it is one thing for the alarm bells to go off, and it is another to avoid them unharmed.

Sima Xiande, who had already stepped out of the [Flying Technique], frowned, staring at the black shadow in front of him that was getting closer and closer, and quickly thought about the strategy of defending against the enemy in his mind - just helpless, if Sima Gongzi, who was only good at footwork, was caught up, it would be difficult to find a perfect way.

In a hurry, the purple robe suddenly let go of the sword in his hand, and shouted softly, 'Hurry!', causing it to fly towards the black shadow.

Although judging from the appearance of that black shadow alone, it didn't look like something that could be broken by a sword, but at this moment, apart from letting the sword in his hand probe the void and reality, Sima Xiande had no other better way to do it.

I saw the silver sword roar away, and in an instant it pierced the black shadow, first the blade, then the blade, then the hilt, until the whole sword was deeply engulfed.

And at the moment when the entire sword disappeared into the black shadow, a strong sense of emptiness suddenly invaded his dantian - Sima Xiande was surprised to find that although his eyes could still clearly see the sword falling to the ground in the next few moments, he could no longer feel even the slightest breath flowing from it, as if this qi-controlled flying sword had completely turned into an ordinary iron sword after piercing into the black shadow.

'Mo, Mo is not ......'

Sima Xiande was horrified in his heart, as if he had noticed something, but it was already too late.

Then I saw that in his eyes, the black shadow was getting bigger and closer, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, until it hit the purple robe in front of his abdomen with a 'snap-'.

Then, his whole world went dark.

I can't see anything, I can't hear anything, I can't feel anything.

There is no flickering of light, no flow of breath, not even breath itself.

It's just a moment.

It was only a momentary moment of darkness.

A moment passes.

The hundreds of Xuanshi martial artists in the audience were all shocked.

In their eyes, Sima Gongzi, who should have chased the wind and lightning and the meteor to catch the moon as before, suddenly turned around to control the qi flying sword for some reason, and suddenly let go of the sword for some reason, and then inexplicably stepped on the footwork, stumbled and fell to the ground, rolled several times in a row, and raised dust and sand in the sky.

Meng Yue, who was famous in the Western Regions, was the fastest, how could he suddenly lose his square inch? How could he fall so embarrassed? Could it be that he was frightened by the murderous aura of this lacquered clothes?

Everyone was stunned.

It was almost impossible for anyone to catch a glimpse of the black shadow that exploded from Ruan Zhen's palm.

How many.

A faint golden light flickered from Zhong Liyan's eyes.

She quickly blinked her pair of spiritual eyes, not knowing that what everyone saw was different from her, but after seeing the figure of the purple robe falling to the ground in embarrassment, she looked sideways at the side of her with some confusion.

But there was no one to be seen.

Only a gust of fresh wind passed.

......

"What is Uncle Liu doing standing here!" Qin Yugu on the Hua chair saw the purple robe fall to the ground in embarrassment, and the lacquer clothes who didn't know what to do were chasing after the purple robe with murderous violence, no matter how impatient he was, he looked at the old steward who was carrying the gong and drum but didn't knock it at all, and said anxiously, "Why don't you beat the gong yet!"

After the anger, she didn't care about the number of etiquette for the bride to sit quietly on the side during the competition, that is, she had to get up and take off the vermilion veil that covered her red face, carry it in the middle of the deed, rush to the stage, and personally let the lacquered clothes be more restrained.

I just didn't want her to be as soon as she got together, and her own father who was sitting next to her couldn't help but slap her hand on the chair.

Don't look at the head of the Qin family who loves his daughter on weekdays, he has a palm at this time, but it is not painful to say that it hurts, and it is definitely not light, and it already has the strength to make her unable to pull out her hand at all.

Qin Yugu turned to the side with an anxious expression, looked at his father with a gloomy face, and said urgently, "Dad! What are you doing! If you go down like this, you will lose your life!"

Seeing that the head of the Qin family was holding her hand tightly, he said in a low voice, "...... That's it. ”

Qin Yugu was stunned, but he didn't have time to be surprised, so he quickly bit his lip and said urgently, "Dad, is the number of etiquette still more important than human life?!"

The head of the Qin family shook his head categorically and said in a low voice, "...... Naturally, this is not the case. ”

The red makeup frowned, and said anxiously, "Then why doesn't Dad let the jade bone go up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her father sigh lightly, and raised his chin at the lacquer-clothed Ruan Zhen, who was hurrying towards Sima Xiande.

"Dad just recognized who he was. ”

The voice of the head of the house was not loud, but it was clear word by word.

"Qimen is a surname without Ruan. ”

"Keqimen has the surname Luan. ”

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