Shi Feixuan's unusual and breathtaking beauty stunned everyone, and almost made them forget their common ambition.
Seeing her cold and sorrowful look, Ren said in a calm voice, as if it were a matter of course: "Ren came to ask for He's Bi. Since they are unwilling to hand it over, I have no choice but to kill someone."
Master Fei Xuanmei's eyes widened, as if she was in disbelief.
Suddenly a person on the left slapped the table and stood up and said: "What a devil, how dare you show off your evil deeds."
The person sitting next to me was filled with pity and continued: "Today all the heroes from the world have come to Manqing Courtyard. If you hand over the secrets of He's Bi and the treasure house right now, you might be able to keep an intact corpse. Otherwise..."
The two of them are Fu Zhen and Fu Yan, the two fierce men of Changbai. They were originally at odds with Wang Bo, but today they have just joined forces for the sake of the treasure house and He's Bi.
Not to mention the two of them, hundreds of people in the hospital were all like this.
Shi Feixuan ignored the others, her eyes were calm and cold, and she said with confusion and unwillingness: "Is this the reason why your Excellency destroyed the temple and killed people?"
Ranran smiled softly at her and said in a calm and calm voice: "If I speak well, no matter who he is, he should listen well; even if I want to kill someone, no matter who he is, he should be obedient. Die."
What he said left everyone dumbfounded.
They had long heard that this person was arrogant, ignorant, and arrogant, but until this moment, everyone had a clear understanding.
Shi Feixuan said coldly: "Don't you think you are a little too arrogant and domineering?"
He shook his head and said with a smile: "Ren has been so domineering for so many years! But despite this, no one can say a word to me."
"The devil is seeking death!"
Wang Bo couldn't stop being angry and let out a wild roar, and people started to rise up...
His body skills are very fast, faster than the wind, and his whip skills are even higher than his body skills, seeming to be faster than words. The lingering sound lingered, and the long whip suddenly came, a long whip that could be strong or soft whistling through the air.
The bright red whip was as bright as lightning. It was difficult for everyone present to see it clearly, let alone to parry it. Everyone was shocked when the move was launched.
The whip has arrived, and he is ready to take action. With hands that are like picking flowers and searching for souls, he is like waving away a willow branch. He raises his hands with indescribable ease and ease. However, no matter how powerful the weapon or how exquisite the martial arts moves are, in this hand, they will become as delicate and fragile as petals.
The bright red is suddenly chaotic, and the chaotic red is like a rain of flowers!
The red whip in Wang Bo's hand suddenly broke into thousands of pieces, flying in the air. Wang Bo's expression changed greatly, and he immediately wanted to retreat quickly, but just as he was about to retreat, the hand appeared in front of him.
Light and graceful, fast and powerful!
Unable to dodge, unable to avoid, unable to parry, there was just a "bang" sound, and the person was beaten until he vomited blood and flew backwards. When he fell to the ground, he was like mud and lost his breath.
Even among everyone present, Wang Bo, the "Whip King", was one of the few top masters. However, such a "top master" could not make a single move in his hands.
Ran Ran let out a slight sigh...
Everyone's eyes changed slightly when they looked at him, but no one wanted to leave, because as long as they caught him, they would not only have a chance to get the Heshi Bi, but also possibly find out the secret of the treasure house.
Everyone wants to get the magic sword and command the gods and demons.
Everyone wants to ascend to the throne and rule the world.
As long as you can capture him, as long as you can capture him...
"Let's all take action together, don't let the devil escape."
The crowd stood up, drew their swords and swung them!
He moved his body slightly at will, stepped on Lingxu, and took action in the cold light of the sky...
The moves are plain and solid, without any tricks, but the moves are extremely fast and the palm movements are extremely fierce. They seem ordinary, but the elegant parts are like stars flickering, and the serious parts are like the Beidou array. Once the two palms are used, it seems to have The numbers of the heavens are transformed into the palm of his hand.
No matter how everyone's martial arts moves change, no matter how powerful the weapons in their hands are, they can't escape between those two palms.
Weapons of various types were attacking him crazily, but they were like tall mountains standing in a storm, and even the strongest wind could not move them even one inch.
Wherever the palm passed, the cold light was extinguished in an instant, and the broken blades scattered on the ground. Anyone who came within three feet of him would vomit blood and fly backwards, or collapse. In just a few breaths, he would kill fifty or sixty people.
The murderous aura gradually faded and the killing sounds became smaller. Suddenly, everyone in the courtyard stopped and stepped back. When they looked at the person in the field, their expressions changed again.
Dozens of corpses were displayed around him...
The inner courtyard suddenly appeared strange. Although they did not dare to take action rashly, they did not want to retreat anymore.
With a random glance, a faint smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.
Then, under the surprised and astonished eyes of everyone, his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and then the sword was slowly pulled out.
No one has seen him draw his sword, so no one has seen the sword at his waist. Accompanied by the sound of a piano that sounds like the sounds of nature, a strange power that is extremely dark, extremely sharp, and extremely cunning emerges from the scabbard. Forced out, at this moment, an even more astonishing change occurred.
Thousands of soldiers roared in unison, the gold trembled continuously, and the weapons in everyone's hands shook incredibly. Even the "Sekong" sword carried by Shi Feixuan seemed to have seen something that it was afraid of. There were bursts of sword sounds, like wails.
This scene is so magical that everyone is at a loss.
On the building, Zhu Yuyan had already focused her eyes on the sword before everyone else. The blade was broken and the sword turned out to be a broken sword.
She murmured to herself in an unbelievable tone: "'The sound of the string breaks, and the sound of ten thousand swords', that...that is the sword with the sound of the string, that is the sound of the string that is at a loss! He...he is really that person!"
The people in the world only remember the wonderful rhyme of the Xianyin Sword, but who else knows about the Xianyin Sword?
Naturally, everyone didn't know what the Xianyin Sword was. When they saw such a strange and strange phenomenon, after a brief period of confusion, they only showed a little confusion in their expressions, but there was nothing strange about it.
But no one could have imagined that the man who drew the sword seemed to have changed. Just after he drew the sword, his eyes seemed to have a look that the world had never seen before. He was completely absorbed in holding the hilt of the sword. Everything seems to have changed.
He stood there quietly, and his willfulness at this moment seemed to represent a kind of power that was close to heaven and earth. It had no beginning and no end, was seamless, and was so huge that no human force could compete with it.
Facing everyone at will, he swung his sword, and with the sound of the piano, a sword light swept across, like lightning!
The light of the sword is graceful, like the movement of the wind, like the movement of clouds, like the sky is startled, like the earth is shaking. Wherever you look at it, it is all the unparalleled sword intention, and wherever the sound of the sword light is, it is all the unparalleled sword.
Like a touch of silver, like a drizzle, it's actually just the edge of a sword, but it's actually a rain of blood.
The speed, urgency, accuracy and detachment of the sword at will are as if all the magical powers in the world have been integrated into the swordsmanship, and each sword surpasses all changes in swordsmanship in the world.
The sword light reflected the cold light, and the cold light reflected on everyone's face, and everyone fell into the sword light; it was like falling into the void, without any edge, with no strength to use, and no ability to parry or resist.
One sword separates human heads, one sword destroys all gods and forms, one sword kills all ghosts and gods!
