Wang Manxiu stared at him urgently, and in an instant, he retreated after sweeping his steps.

The scene just now, even with his own eyes, made him wonder if he was in a big dream.

The white clothes raised their eyes and locked their eyebrows, looking at the beautiful woman in the phoenix clothes.

The golden phoenix on his clothes is dancing, and there is no trace of the translucent arm.

Don't...... Was it really a dream just now?

He bowed his head slightly, glancing at the fragments of the broken sword on the ground.

No, apparently not.

And not just because of these broken iron filings on the ground...... It was even more because of the horror that was carved into the depths of his bone marrow in an instant.

Wang Manxiu knew many strange doors in this world. He knew the sword moves that could open the gate of heaven, and he also knew the mystical method that could summon the thunder of the sky, but this strange gate that gave birth to an ethereal and shaped like a ghost's arm from his shoulder...... He was a real eye-opener today.

Bai Yi took a breath lightly, and put the green grass in his hand into the sheath.

Immediately after, he drew his sword out of its sheath and burst out with a fierce sword aura.

Seeing Fuliu squinting and smiling, as if he saw what he was worried about, he didn't wave his palm to disperse the sword qi as before, but his pupils flashed with golden light, and stretched out the translucent arm from the position of the shoulder blade, and pressed the sword qi down, and pinched it to pieces with a 'snap-'.

The aftermath of the sword qi scattered, brushing the white clothes into a mess.

He frowned tightly, staring at the slender, translucent arm that should have belonged to a woman, and ghosts, spirits, and hallucinations flashed through his mind...... and so on, but if you can immediately find out the refutation and disprove them in turn, you will not be able to see the mystery in the end.

And just when Wang Manxiu was pondering this strange mystery, Fuliu, whose eyes were glowing with golden light, obviously couldn't wait—he saw that she was stepping lightly on her toes, and she was already flying over. And in the gallop, Fuliu's hands that were closed next to his abdomen were no longer upright, but they were naturally flattened, connected to the arms and wrists to form a horizontal line, and the fingers were closed as knives.

It is called "hand knife".

Seeing this scene, Wang Manxiu no longer hesitated, and immediately displayed the [full clothes crown] in the white clothes on his body, and held Qinghe horizontally with both hands to make a sword edge - although at this moment, this Fuliu had already decided to use Qimen against Qimen, and would no longer show mercy to his subordinates...... But as long as he can knock out a royal court, Wang Manxiu's chances of victory will still be mostly left, and there is no reason to smear oil on the soles of his feet.

Besides, how can he anoint the soles of his feet?

Bai Yi shouted angrily, and Qing He in his hand immediately changed his move and held it horizontally.

There was a silver crescent moon, sweeping towards the golden phoenix.

But the phoenix was in good shape, and with just a slight tap on the ground on its toes, it easily avoided the crescent moon.

Then, like a big wave, he flew up, turned his right palm into a knife, and stabbed into the chest and abdomen of the white cloth.

Wang Manxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, relying on his [whole clothes] to protect his body, not dodging or dodging, his right palm suddenly flew around Qinghe, volleyed in the air, and pierced his collarbone from top to bottom.

Hearing Fuliu's soft snort, the arm that looked like a ghost immediately stretched out and resisted the blade of Qinghe's sword against each other.

Suddenly, a violent external breath came from the sword edge, and collided violently with the external breath injected into the green harvest in the white clothes, and in an instant, a circle of sword qi burst out, dispersing in all directions, and it actually turned into a vacuum realm within a radius of three feet.

The white cloth, who was holding his breath and concentrating, raised his brows slightly, glanced at the slightly vibrating Qinghe sword body, and looked at the illusory arm.

It's the flow of breath.

It's not a ghost, it's not an illusion, this translucent arm is indeed a strange move that uses the flow of breath.

It's just that...... If it's just a flow of breath, how can it be condensed into such an arm shape?

As far as Bai Yi knows, although Qimen is mysterious, it is only a technique mastered by heaven, earth, man and god to control the fortune of the world. And this so-called 'deed' coexists with heaven, earth, man and god - that is to say, although Qimen can open up heaven and earth, it cannot cast heaven and earth; although Qimen can fly swords to kill immortals, it cannot become immortals; although Qimen takes people's lives like probing for things, it is impossible to give birth to a baby out of thin air.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Manxiu knows that although the flow of Qimen Xuanshi's breath can strengthen the body, drive puppets, and summon rain and thunder, it is impossible to conjure a non-illusionary arm no matter what—even if it is translucent.

He pursed his lips slightly, and was about to ponder, when he suddenly heard a 'bang-' in front of him.

Immediately afterward, a tingling pain came from the chest and abdomen.

A strange light flashed in Wang Manxiu's eyes, and with one move [100 feet near], he swept back ten zhang in an instant.

Hurriedly looked down, and saw that on the white clothes that were slowly reflecting blood red, a three-inch-long crack came into view.

[Dressed up].

This is the world's number one talisman method.

was broken.

......

Wang Manxiu was stunned.

The [Whole Clothes] that was invulnerable, invulnerable, and indestructible with purple thunder was completely pierced by the person in front of him with a style of [hand knife].

He tightened his eyebrows and looked at the beautiful woman in phoenix clothes with a slight smile on her face.

The so-called [hand knife] was originally a skill of people in the martial arts, and later entered the Qimen family with the martial arts, and became a kind of Qimen martial arts.

Its grade is inferior, and it is the same level as Qimen's stepping stone [Qi Flying Sword], which is the lowest grade.

And the process of casting the [Hand Knife] is also very simple, just put the palm of the hand, close the finger as a knife, and then luck into the palm - if it is a master who is very handy at controlling the breath, you can directly circulate the breath to the little finger and fingertips to further condense the lethality of the hand knife.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that although Fuliu's previous palm inflicted an internal wound on the white cloth and made him vomit three liters of blood, it failed to leave any marks on his chest - but at this time, if it wasn't for the white clothes sweeping back in time, they could probably be directly disemboweled.

Wang Man took a long breath and stopped the bleeding from the wound with internal breath, but he did not force out the blood beads on his clothes as before, and his white clothes were snow-white—I don't know if the breath in his body was a little insufficient, or if he had other plans.

But looking at the look on his face at the moment, he was probably a little dazed.

He has always crushed his opponent in terms of breath, but at this moment, he has personally experienced what it feels like to be 'one force to ten meetings' in Qimen.

I still underestimated the so-called 'thousand enemies'.

He bowed his head slightly, looked at the white green grass in his hand, and his own face reflected on it, and sighed lightly.

I thought that Fuliu threw the sword to him, either to show off his strength, or to humiliate him and make his battle a little more interesting - but it seems that Fuliu may just really not need this Qinghe.

If the palm of his hand is already the sharpest blade in the world, then no matter how good the peerless divine weapon is, I am afraid it will only become a burden to himself. ’

That's probably what she thought.

Wang Manxiu closed his eyes tightly and looked up and took a breath.

There is no perfect solution.

But it can still be burned.

As it is said, 'save one, kill one'.

It's not me who wants to save it.

Wang Manxiu opened his eyes and looked directly at Fuliu, and also looked directly at Mengyue City, which was not visible but still remembered twenty miles to the south, and even more directly at Pingshui City, which was thousands of miles away and only had vague memories.

Suddenly raised the sword, resolutely stubborn.

Hopefully, Miss Yan has returned home safely.

Hopefully, Yin Shao and them will retreat with their whole body.

Hopefully, Captain Rong won't blame me.

My king is full of cultivation, and I don't know if I want to use this place as a grave.

I saw Bai Yi's eyes glaring, and his lips were deep.

"I have a formula that can open mountains. ”