Ruan Zhen didn't have a way to get rid of this internal interest in his body.

That's it...... It's a bit perverse.

As the so-called qi comes out of the dantian, this dantian in the waist and abdomen is the place where almost all Xuan masters condense their fortune - that is, all the internal and external breaths in the human body come out of here, and then spread throughout the body through the meridians and bloodlines. Therefore, if Ruan Zhen continued to circulate his breath as usual, then this internal breath would naturally drift with the tide and eventually wreak havoc all over his body.

Therefore, you can't get angry out of the dantian.

And to be angry and sink into the dantian.

It is necessary to make the breath of the whole body sail against the current along the meridians and pour back into the dantian, so as to force the internal breath to drive out of the body. However, the dantian meridians in the human body are not like the nose on the face that can be used to breathe in and out, but are more similar to the mouth used for eating—if you want to spit it out, it is not impossible, but it will make the internal organs as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea.

And if you want to let this breath go retrograde in the dantian meridians, then what these five internal organs can endure is not just simple discomfort - the seven orifices bleed, went mad, the martial arts were destroyed, and the form and spirit were destroyed...... It's a very common and reasonable end.

So, how do you choose? Do you admit that the white shirt in front of you is better than you, obediently surrender, make a loss for the red makeup and purple robe, and trot away? Or do you have a bad luck breath, holding the obsession of rather being a broken jade than a complete tile, to give it a go?

Suddenly, there was a cold wind in autumn, which blew away the yellow sand.

Three steps away, the slender lacquered cloth had already lowered his arms, closed his eyes and concentrated, and let out a long breath.

Bai Yi lowered his eyebrows slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and understood his answer.

"Get out!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout.

saw Qi Yi's eyes glaring angrily, and he quickly smashed his fist on his dantian.

Suddenly, a stream of crimson soaked his eyes, and his delicate and fair face was distorted and bruised, like a rakshasa ghost in prison.

"I am a descendant of the Luan family!" he glared at the white shirt and shouted angrily, "I am a descendant of the Luan family!

When the sound fell, a demonic wind suddenly swirled around the lacquered body, quite a bit of underworldly charm, and it actually scared the warriors in the audience who were trembling three times.

Zhang Shan and Li Shi immediately held the knife in front of Zhong Liyan, while Qin Yugu and Sima Xiande each saw that this demonic wind was just a stronger Xuanshi aura, so they didn't make any movement, still staring intently at the stage.

And in the ring, Wang Manxiu, who was in a white shirt, looked coldly at the man three steps away, looking at the lacquered clothes on his body that were stained red with blood; watching him kneel on one knee and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, almost emptying all his internal organs; watching him slowly stand up, brushing the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and glaring at him with a pair of sharp eyes.

The demon wind dispersed, and the master returned.

It was Nguyen Zhen who won.

Although when he decided to take the risk, the white shirt had given up on driving the internal breath to fight against him...... But in any case, Ruan Zhen did force out the internal breath that Wang Manxiu had injected into his body in full view of the hundred or so people, and made it dissipate invisibly with the demonic wind just now.

"Tsk. ”

Suddenly, he saw the white shirt smack his tongue slightly, squinted his eyes, and said to him with a smile, "You have such a means." ”

Ruan Zhenzhi was stunned for a moment at first, then lowered his brows, tucked his left palm at his waist, and said coldly, "Next, it's my turn." ”

Wang Manxiu didn't answer silently, just shrugged his shoulders and smiled, lifted the green grass in the sheath in front of him, and raised his chin at him.

Let's make a move.

"[Yin Sui]!"

In an instant, Ruan Zhen threw his left arm, and a black shadow with an indistinct shape suddenly exploded from his palm, rushing towards the heart of the white shirt.

......

Wang Manxiu really didn't expect it.

I didn't expect that such a strange black shadow would suddenly leap out of the palm of Qiyi's palm, and I didn't expect that after my eyes flashed with strange light and endured the pain of [100 feet near] and swept out three feet quickly, this black shadow still followed, without any hesitation.

I don't know if it's because Wang Manxiu has a wound in his heart and can't transport ten percent of his breath, the speed of this black shadow is actually three percent faster than that of him who has already cast [100 feet near].

Seeing that the black shadow was less than three feet away from him, Bai Yi immediately lifted Qinghe, wanting to use the flying sword to find out - but suddenly, Sima Xiande, who recalled the appearance of the purple robe he had seen before, also swept back and drove out of the sword in the same way, but saw that the flying sword finally fell to the ground, and there was no follow-up.

Although he had never seen this black shadow at that time, his keen intuition told him that if he let Qinghe leave his hand now, he would never be able to get it back.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Manxiu immediately gave up his previous thoughts, and instead stood still, gathered in the dantian, stared at him, and drank out the three words [whole clothes].

Suddenly, the white shirt on his body was blowing like a storm, which was not spectacular.

But the black shadow seemed to be unaffected by the storm at all, and stabbed straight at him, and it actually touched his heart in an instant.

Immediately, a surging breath overflowed from the white shirt, trying to stop this strange black shadow.

But then, these surging internal breaths seemed to have fallen into some endless abyss, and they were unresponsive for a moment, and Wang Manxiu, who was frowning, couldn't feel their circulation at all.

He felt a sense of something bad in his heart.

At this time, the black shadow had penetrated the outer layer of the white shirt like flowing water, and it was only a fraction of a centimeter away from its flesh.

In a hurry, Wang Manxiu immediately crossed Qinghe in front of him, holding the sheath in his left hand and the handle in his right hand.

But it was too late.

He felt that his heart was touched by something as soft as a feather, and his whole world turned into pitch black.

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.

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