Just when the black blade in his hand was only less than an inch away from the arc of the white shirt's pupils, Ruan Zhen was stunned to find that the former's jet-black pupils, which were already godless, actually flashed with a white and flawless brilliant light.

Qi Yi was suddenly shocked in his heart, he didn't know what kind of mysterious tricks the person in front of him had used to crack his Qimen, and he didn't believe that he could really see through the Qimen technique that he was proud of in just a moment. You must know that this [Yin Sui] style is very different from the rotten street tricks of the [Qi Flying Sword] and the like, which is not the secret method of the Luan family, it is a real and superior strange door, how can it be cracked by a random nobody?

But the heart was frightened, Ruan Zhen still gritted his teeth and locked his eyebrows on the surface, revealing a vicious image, driving the blade in his hand to continue to stab forward. Just because no matter what, even if this white shirt did see through the [Yin Zhu] and recovered from the abyss, it was absolutely impossible for the internal and external double breath that had been dissipated in an instant, and immediately swung his sword to strike back—and the pitch-black and sharp straight knife in his hand only needed half an instant to poke a big hole in the white shirt's head.

Therefore, Ruan Zhen has no reason to retreat.

Therefore, Ruan Zhen controlled the black blade for more than half a foot.

Therefore, Ruan Zhen had blood splashed three and a half feet.

"Boom-"

In an instant, the seer saw the lacquer clothes flying back dozens of steps, falling heavily to the ground, embellished with several blood flowers, and then saw a mighty sword qi piercing the white clouds, blowing away the yellow sand and ashes in all directions, and went to the sky.

Under the ring, those Xuanshi martial artists wearing red flowers on their chests were stunned one by one, and they were already shocked by the series of scenes in front of them.

They could only raise their heads and look at the white shirt that was fluttering in the wind with a complicated and sluggish expression.

I saw that in his hands, there was a sheathed plain sword, well-proportioned and slender, cold and compelling, the whole body was as white as snow, as if there was frost entangled, just like an iceberg beauty who captivated the city and the country, standing in a pavilion and despising all beings, it was really difficult for people to turn their eyes.

There was no doubt that the mighty sword qi that pierced the clear sky just now came out of it.

Although it is indeed a little strange, it is clear that everyone present can no longer feel the breath around the white shirt's body, but he still has the strength and time to inject breath into the sword, so as to cut out this magnificent sword qi - but after all, he is a white-clothed evil servant from the military and martial arts, and he has won the first Sima Xiande in the Western Regions in terms of body skills, and it is not very understandable that he has some unknown backs.

The vast majority of the spectators naturally understood this sword qi as the superior skill of this white shirt, only a few men and women who were silent, as well as Qin Yugu, who was dressed in red makeup, furrowed their brows and carefully looked at the plain sword in the white shirt's hand.

'This sword, isn't it-'

But his thoughts were not broken, and he saw that the lacquered clothes who were lying in a pool of blood suddenly raised his right arm, supported his broken body with a lacquer knife, and slowly and little by little stood up from the red carpet.

"Why ......"

Ruan Zhen gasped for a few breaths, and with difficulty, he barely blocked dozens of openings on his body that had been cut by sword qi, his face was covered with blood, and his voice was weak, "Why...... Why do you still have so much spare energy......"

Wang Manxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his bruised body, and pursed his lips.

He saw that when he pulled out Qing He and released Qing He's sword qi by himself, the lacquer clothes in front of him actually reacted in an instant, and quickly turned his body, so that although the sword qi cut it into a thousand holes, it did not hurt his meridians and internal organs - if he hadn't done this, when he landed in the ring, there should have been two 'dong dong-' sounds.

But he still dodged, dodging a sword that Wang Manxiu felt was difficult to dodge.

With his unbelievable agility, with his far beyond ordinary reactions, he escaped.

Wang Manxiu closed his eyes and took a long breath, recirculating the wandering breath around him.

This lacquered garment is not a mortal. ’

He held the black sheath in his left hand and Qing He in his right hand, opened his eyes, and looked at Ruan Zhenping.

Slender limbs, long black hair, fair complexion, and delicate facial features, at first glance, he is no different from ordinary people, but he is just a young man who looks more feminine. But when Wang Manxiu looked at his pupils, his eyes suddenly opened slightly, remembering that he had never seen the strange light in his eyes.

Not when he was flying with the sword, and not when he cast that black shadow.

He had never heard of the fact that a mortal mystic master could cast a strange gate without the need for a strange light.

But Wang Manxiu had seen it, and when the self-proclaimed goblin Lingyue girl used Qimen to detoxify him, his eyes also did not flash a strange light.

His brow twitched.

The word 'Ruan' in this Ruan Gongzi reminded him of the Luan family goblin he heard from Xu Ji Qiqi this morning.

Could it be ...... This Ruan Gongzi is actually ......

"Hey, what are you silent?!"

Just as Wang Manxiu raised his eyebrows and pondered, a low roar came from front of him.

"Answer me!" Luan Zhen gritted his teeth and stood still, pointing at the white shirt with a black-edged sword, and said angrily, "What the hell are you...... What kind of strange door did you perform?!How did you see through [Yin Zhu]?How did you slash out the sword qi?!"

It's indignation, it's a weak voice.

Wang Manxiu no longer pondered, but raised his eyes to look at the lacquer clothes that were already covered in blood and even had to breathe, pursed his lips and frowned, and spoke calmly.

"Enough, right?"

Luan Zhen was stunned.

Everyone was stunned.

The seer looked at him and seemed to be smiling.

Goodbye he looked at him, glaring angrily.

"Enough...... Enough?Enough?!cough!How can it be enough like this?!" After a moment of dead silence, Luan Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, "I...... How could I be so defeated at the hands of a nobody like you?!Ahem-what are you kidding?!...... My Luan family would never—"

Before the sound fell, a gust of wind came.

Suddenly, there were white sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Luan Zhen's eyes widened, and the black blade in his hand immediately slashed in front of him.

But I only heard a loud sound of gold and iron.

Everyone suddenly looked up, and saw that under the warm clear sky, half of the lacquer knife fell to the ground.

Luan Zhen no longer had the strength to support his body, and fell to his knees with a bang.

Then, unwilling to raise his head, he looked at the white clothes standing in front of him.

"You're going to have to remember. ”

In the breeze, the white clothes put the sword into the sheath, lowered their eyebrows and glanced at the lacquered clothes, and then waved their sleeves and turned their backs.

"You're not losing to some nobody. ”

"It's me, Wang Manxiu. ”

"Pingshui, Wang Manxiu. ”

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