It's a silence that stops.

In the West Tiger Village, it has been silent since the beginning.

Almost all of them looked up at the white-clothed body in the air, with a look of horror on their faces.

Just because of a gentle 'up'.

A 'rise' that almost controlled the knives and axes in the hands of all the thieves in Dazhai.

And at this moment, what was suspended in the air on Bai Yi's body was not a flying knife, nor several flying knives, but a cold array of nearly a hundred golden and iron swordsmen layered out one after another.

The silver light shimmered like the stars in the night sky.

If someone pays attention, they can also find three flying swords among these hundred swords.

The three swords that gave the third master Zhang Yi the name 'Shadowless Sword', the flying swords that were still hovering around him a moment ago.

"This—This can't be ......"

Zhang Yi's face was like ashes, and he knelt on the ground with a 'poof-', and the martial arts training clothes that were fluttering and bulging before were also deflated.

He is clear.

Qimen is a practice to control the contract between heaven, earth, man and god. But this deed is a mysterious and mysterious thing, and people have only known it since ancient times to the present, just like air, which cannot be seen or touched, but there must be this thing. But just as ordinary people can breathe, Qimen Xuanshi can also turn the fortune into internal and external breath in the human body. The so-called internal breath is the breath that circulates in one's own body and tempers one's own roots. The so-called external breath is the breath that circulates around one's body to resist foreign enemies. In Qimen exercises, although there are exercises that focus on internal or external breath, there are few exercises that only use internal or external breath - just because this type of exercise, although it is simpler to make, also has great flaws.

The [Sword with Qi] he made belonged to the Qimen Technique that only used external breath. The essence of [controlling the sword with qi] is to inject one's own external breath into the sword, and to control the sword with the breath. And as long as the injected external breath is sufficient, when the sword is controlled, it will move as fast as a locust, and the hundred-step flying swordsman will be captured. But the flaws of [Controlling the Sword with Qi] are also obvious. Not only does it need enough time to inject the external breath into the sword over time, but if the sword is taken away by the stronger Xuan Master in the fight, then its own flying sword will basically be handed over to others. This is also why, [Controlling the Sword with Qi] is the most inferior Qimen, and it is just a stepping stone to enter the Qimen from the martial arts.

That's why, when he saw that the white clothes could snatch the swords and axes in the hands of those cottage brothers and the flying swords he was wielding with just a light word of 'rise', he would show that almost desperate look.

Entering this Xihu Village less than a moment ago, and the brothers in the cottage were all unknown to the white clothes, it was impossible for him to have the time in advance to inject his own external breath into these nearly 100 golden and iron sword soldiers.

Then there is only one explanation left - the majesty of this white-clothed breath has already filled the entire Dazhai. And if this is the case, then as long as Bai Yi wants to, he can even fly the entire Xihu Village casually.

Zhang Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head and looked at the smiling white clothes with his already godless eyes.

"This [Controlling the Sword with Qi], although it is the most inferior Qi Gate, it is also the most intuitive Qi Gate...... It's just a bit of bells and whistles. Wang Manxiu, whose eyes were flickering with a strange light, looked down at the three masters of the West Tiger Village, and sighed lightly: "It's a pity, if you don't fall into the grass, but are willing to further your own Qimen, you won't stop at ten enemies like now." ”

With that, the two fingers of his right hand changed from vertical to horizontal.

"Sickness. ”

A hundred golden iron swords roared down like a goshawk, and in an instant they went back and forth.

Then, together with the three masters Zhang Yi, dozens of brothers in Xihuzhai who were blind to death were all withered like dead leaves, silent. The knives and axes that belonged to them directly cut off the back of their necks, and they left in an instant and without pain.

Almost no miserable screams are heard.

And the reason why I say almost, it is not that Wang Manxiu lost his hand by controlling the sword with qi...... It was Zhang Pei, the second leader of Xihu Village, who was unharmed, who shrank into a ball on the cotton mat in fright, and let out a heart-rending shout. There was nothing substantial, such as 'a good man spared my life!' and the like, just an incoherent 'ahhhh

Wang Manxiu glanced at him, ignored him, just turned around and looked at the two dumbfounded brocade guards in black robes beside him: "Zhang Shan Li Shi, if I say that I want you to come and fight with me, what do you think will happen to you?"

Only then did the two brocade guards come back to their senses. They clasped their hands into fists, bowed their heads and whispered: "Despicable will die." ”

"That's right. Wang Manxiu nodded and said softly: "Zhang Shan Li Shi, I don't care who you learned your Qimen Gong from and where you learned it. But what I'm looking for next is a real Qimen person...... They may not be as good as me, or they may be above me. But either way, it's possible for you both to say the word 'checkmate'...... So, you have to think clearly. ”

The brocade guards were slightly stunned, looked at each other, and did not hesitate: "I understand." ”

Wang Manxiu blinked, and said with a wry smile helplessly: "Alas, I really don't know what you are trying to do with the tiger pillow like this." ”

The two brocades didn't speak, but only smiled slightly.

Wang Manxiu didn't do much research, just turned around, glanced at the nose of the dog who was sitting on the ground and couldn't see clearly, and then fell on the leopard-fur man on the bench.

The reason why he didn't kill the leopard Qiu man, that is, the big boss Zhang Hao, was different from the reason why he didn't kill the second boss Zhang Pei. The latter, just because he couldn't feel the murderous aura on his body at all, and he was already crying before the flying sword moved, so it was just a thought of kindness.

And he didn't kill Zhang Hao, but it wasn't because Zhang Hao was as frightened as Zhang Pei, his legs were weak, and he was almost incontinent - in fact, even when a hundred flying swords rained down, all the murderous aura on the big boss Zhang Hao only increased a lot.

Wang Manxiu didn't kill him, there were two reasons, there was only one, and now there was only one left.

Wang Manxiu squinted slightly and looked at her.

She couldn't help it.

Her face was bloodless.

She stood there.

Jin Que'er opened her arms and blocked in front of Zhang Hao.

This scene not only made the white clothes and brocade clothes, but also the leopard Qiu, show a surprised look.

It is true that she is his wife, but she is just the lady of the village who he captured and used to stabilize the hearts of the people in Dazhai. He clearly remembered the desolate appearance of her tears all day long in the months when she first came to the cottage, and he also clearly knew that the gentle Jin Queer was not really in love with him, but only obeyed his words after compromising with reality.

But she was in front of him in front of the cold sword array that was enough to cut people with a thousand knives.

Zhang Hao raised his head and looked at the delicate figure in front of him that he had never faced.

Jin Que'er slowly turned her head and looked at him, smiling rather than smiling.

"Don't die. ”

Her voice was clear.

He thought it sounded good.

Nearly a hundred golden iron swords were scattered on the ground with a clatter.

Wang Manxiu turned around.

"Gone. ”