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Chapter Ninety-One|Chopping the Grass

The sky is clear, and you can see the rainbow.

There was a white robe, with a sword in his sleeves, standing in front of the door of the main hall with only half a door left, looking up at the ruined wall a hundred feet away.

And he saw a tattered cloth lying in the rubble.

The cloth was dying, covered with scaly wounds, and the blood-stained green silk was draped in front of him, and although the fleshy chest was still undulating, it was already weaker than a breath. To say that his wheezing sound at this moment is as thin as a mosquito and a fly is not an exaggeration at all.

It's really a little unimaginable, less than a moment ago, Buyi's feminine and beautiful face like a jasper woman still has a look of victory.

Although, now he has long been unrecognizable, and he can't even see his facial features clearly.

Suddenly, there is a gust of autumn wind, blowing down the peach blossoms in the courtyard, raising thousands of red petals over the main hall.

Bai Yi took a breath, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and a wisp of bright red came into his eyes.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, looked at the few bloodshots on the back of his hand, and pursed his lips.

Still is...... Somewhat reluctantly.

Wang Manxiu sighed softly in his heart.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the head of the Fujia family who had fallen in the rubble.

Although the head of the family is very embarrassed at this moment, his previous appearance of winning is not arrogant for no reason.

That type of [Leaving the Funeral], in fact, is just a little bit close, and it can send the white clothes into the underworld.

At that time, Wang Manxiu, who was imprisoned in the sarcophagus, was indeed as he said, with a strong body of luck, but he could not condense it into internal and external breaths to perform the exercises—and as the sarcophagus sank into the tomb, the air could not enter, and he was indeed on the verge of suffocation, exhausted and crumbling.

But fortunately, Bai Yi left a trick to follow.

That Yicheng, the aura hidden in the iron sword in his hand.

So, Bai Yi held his breath and concentrated, immediately crossed the iron sword, and first smashed this mysterious tomb with three points of that divine qi, and after seeing the sky again, he was full of energy, and then with the last seven points of divine energy, he used the earth-shattering [Knocking on the King's Court] to blast the shocked Fujia master out of the hundreds.

Yes, just the seven-point [Knocking on the King's Court] can blast the gate of this main hall, blow up half of the corridor, and beat a thousand-strong enemy half to death - of course, this is a slight exaggeration. Regardless of whether the main hall and corridor that look gorgeous and extraordinary are not a tofu scum project that is outside of gold and jade, it is said that the head of the family who is in the realm of a thousand enemies will not end up with such a crippled fate if he is not too shocked and forgets to use his inner and outer breath to compete with it.

But this [Knocking on the King's Court] is indeed the best in the Qimen exercises.

At least that's what it says on the scroll of the Mystical Text.

On the secret book that Wang Manxiu was guided by the immortals when he was young and found it, although he did not explain the ins and outs of [Knocking the King's Court], did not explicitly say which master created this style, nor did he explain what the reason for this style was, why it was so powerful, but Wang Manxiu was very sure that the secret book did not say anything.

Because he once used this [knocking on the king's court] to kill a thousand and eight armors with one breath.

If it weren't for the best Qimen exercises, how could you treat life as death like this?

Wang Manxiu took a light breath, shook off the blood stains on the back of his hand, and shook the iron sword that seemed to be a lot lighter.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the spirit jade dagger at his feet, bent down, and picked it up in the palm of his hand.

Close your eyes and concentrate, carry the deed luck in your body, and re-inject the external breath into this spirit sword.

The spirit jade dagger that retrieved its owner seemed to be a lively bird, and suddenly took off in the air, and turned around beside the shoulders of the white clothes, rising for a while and suppressing for a while, so unhappy.

Bai Yi raised his lips, smiled faintly, and stroked the hem of his clothes.

Then, squinting at the head of the Fujia family who was still gasping.

Decadent and dying.

Inadequate.

Let him die thoroughly.

Not only because of the rule that one person must die in a Qimen duel, but also because you kidnapped Miss Yan and killed Rong Zhexing's mortal enemy.

This is not a blood debt that can be repaid by breaking off two arms and abandoning one's martial arts.

At least, not in my Wang Manxiu.

I'm going to see your head hit the ground.

The white cloth suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Murderous thoughts arose.

The flying sword is instantaneous.

I saw the spirit jade dagger roaring out, turning into a blue ray, breathing a hundred feet, and stabbing straight at the eyebrows of the head of the family.

The head of the Fu family, whose face was covered with blood and green silk, could no longer see the shadow of this flying sword - even if he could sense it by relying on the few breaths of luck in his body, he was afraid that he was already lacking in skills, and he couldn't do anything, so he could only wait obediently to die.

In an instant, Lan Mang was close at hand.

Suddenly, a spring breeze blew on the face.

Bai Yi was suddenly stunned, his eyes wide.

I saw that in front of the head of the Fu family, there was a beautiful woman in white Qiu standing - she only raised her hand slightly, and with her two fingers of food and middle, she grabbed the rushing Lingyu Flying Sword, and let it tremble wildly, but it was finally difficult to advance an inch in a place close at hand.

The white clothes knew this beauty.

She claimed to be the maid who supported the family.

A maid who couldn't see her body clearly at all, and could take the killing intent flying sword at will.

Wang Manxiu frowned hurriedly, and immediately carried the deed luck in his body, holding the iron sword in front of him with his right hand, and flipping his left palm at the blade of the sword to make a knock shape. He took a long breath, raised his eyes to look at the slim white fur, and said in a deep voice: "Girl, what are you-"

The voice did not fall.

The figure of Bai Qiu was fleeting.

Wang Manxiu was stunned suddenly, and hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, using that breath to find her traces.

But he only felt that there was a shocking surging aura in front of him.

In the dark eyes, a beautiful face with a sly smile was reflected.

In an instant, there was a palm that destroyed the iron sword and broke the white clothes.

felt as if his chest was being hit by a huge wave, and Wang Manxiu's entire body swept back, and he actually crashed through three of the remaining python pillars in the hall.

I heard the thunder roaring in the sky, the last python pillar was difficult to bear the weight of the top, and the nine-zhang high Fujia Hall collapsed, collapsed, and raised the flying sand in the sky.

All of this is just lightning.

In the pile of rubbles a hundred feet away, the carefree man with bruises raised his fingers tremblingly, looked at the flying sand with a blurred vision, trembled his lips, and muttered: "Master......"

The dust cleared.

The warm sun caressed her body.

I saw that she gently threw the spirit jade dagger beside her feet, and slowly raised her hand to remove the white fur on her shoulder, revealing the phoenix-patterned black clothes underneath.

"I forgot to tell you. ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyes were clear and watery.

"Although the little woman used to be this family maid, it was all a hundred and thirty years. ”

Its voice is murmuring, like a stream flowing quietly, and there is a shallow smile.

"Today's Yu is not the maid who supports the family. ”

She narrowed her eyes slightly at the rubble.

"Today's Yu is the head of this family, Fuliu. ”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a stone breaking the sky.

There was a dusty white dress, standing ten feet away from her.

Wang Manxiu took a breath lightly, wiped the dust off his face with the back of his hand, and replied coldly: "I can see it." ”