above the galaxy

Chapter 418 The No. Martial Arts Genius in the Starry Sky? I am!

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Zhao Wuji did not lower his head to count how many wounds he had.

Because he could see it from Bai Wuxin.

Bai Wuxin completely entered a frenzy state of risking his life.

Every sword is a sword of death and a sword of certain death.

If you want to kill him, he will kill you.

If you dodge, you will also lose the chance to kill it.

Moreover, every attack he makes is to 'get' something.

Of course, he is also willing to make sacrifices while gaining.

A little grandmaster who is willing to risk his life with you is scary.

So now it has become a lose-lose situation.

Zhao Wuji was really scared.

He wanted to become famous, to gain credit, and to be respected by the royal family.

However, he didn't want to die.

Bai Wuxin's white clothes were stained red with blood, and there were cuts on his face, arms, and chest.

It may be long or short, or just a thin crack, or the skin and flesh may be turned inside out.

But he didn't care at all.

That beautiful face was as cold as ever, and her eyes were filled with ferocity and murderous intent.

The blood slid along the blade, towards the tip of the Bloodthirsty Sword, and then fell silently into the sand.

Bai Wuxin looked at Zhao Wuji and raised the sword in his hand again.

"This sword decides life or death."

Bai Wuxin said indifferently.

He rarely speaks.

As soon as he spoke, one could not help but wonder, how could a mouth with a temperature of 37 degrees utter such cold words?
Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank slightly.

He could tell that the boy was tired of fighting and had lost patience with him.

It may sound a bit humble to say this, but it is the truth.

I came here to intercept, but he had a more important mission.

He wants to save very important people.
Are you willing to sacrifice your own life to quickly resolve the battle?

He found it difficult to understand the psychology of these people.

Cultivating and breaking through is the most difficult and dangerous journey in this world.

Learn the literary and martial arts and sell them to the imperial family.

After finally breaking through the mountain gate and advancing to the junior grandmaster level, you must enjoy life.

They would fight to the death at any moment.
Why bother?
The sword has no eyes!

Unfortunately, Bai Wuxin didn't understand this truth.

His body flew into the air and turned into a silver lightning that pounced towards Zhao Wuji.

Only attack, don't defend.

The middle door is wide open.

He held the sword in both hands and slashed towards Zhao Wuji's face with unparalleled sharpness.

《Sword Breaking Style》!
cut!
A simple sword.

But it is more stressful than the most complicated sword style.

Zhao Wuji could feel that his body's energy had been locked.

No matter how he tried to resist, this sword...
They are all swords of judgment, swords of life and death.

This sword was like thousands of swords attacking.

The cold, sharp, omnipresent sword energy had enveloped him, and the field he was in was completely covered.

This is the 'domain field' of the minor grandmaster.

A young boy can actually use the sword domain
Comparing people to each other is so irritating.

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and tightened the Dongji knife in his hand.

Then, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes and flew backwards.

Like a farewell eagle, like a fleeing rabbit.

Like an arrow shot from a bow.

Zao Wou-Ki ran away.

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The sword energy slashed on the ground.

Make a huge cut.

It's like a scar, ugly and appearing on the soft white sand beach.

Bai Wuxin's body slowly fell to the ground. He glanced in the direction where Zhao Wuji disappeared, then vomited a large mouthful of blood with a "puff".

After all, Zhao Wuji is a young master who has been famous for a long time, and his cultivation level is much higher than Bai Wuxin.

The reason why he was able to hold on until now was mainly because he used this desperate fighting style to paralyze Zhao Wuji.

If you injure eight hundred enemies, you will lose a thousand of your own.

Therefore, while Zhao Wuji was injured and running away, the injuries to his internal organs became even more serious.

The reason why he said this was the last sword was to create pressure on Zhao Wuji.

If Zhao Wuji didn't run away, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

This sword truly became the last sword he would strike out.

fortunately.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji was afraid of death. He did not dare to gamble and was reluctant to give up the wealth and glory he had fought for.

Bai Wuxin sat on the ground and immediately adjusted the yin and yang energies in his body, allowing them to soothe and repair the injuries in his body and balance the chaotic internal energy.

After feeling a little better, he quickly rushed towards Bailong Wharf.

When two opponents meet on a narrow road, only those who are willing to risk their lives can achieve final victory.
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Ye Shenyi respected Lu Yu as a person, but this did not affect his desire to take him back for a reward.

Lu Yu is an important person, and capturing him would be a great achievement.

Just as he was about to carry Lu Yu's body away, a huge shell fell from the sky.

No, it was a huge human figure.

boom!
The man's body hit the ground heavily, creating two deep pits in the soft sand.

The dust has settled.

A simple, honest, fair, and plump face was revealed.

When Xiaopang saw the old man lying dying under the scrap iron ship, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Godfather."

Xiaopang felt a lump in his nose and tears started to flow.

Xiaopang cries easily.

It was like this when I was a child.

I cry when I am happy, I cry when I am touched, and I cry even more when I am wronged.

How could he accept that the person he had been thinking about so much was in such a miserable situation when they met again?

That's his family, a family member like Tang Fei, his father.
He has never seen his father, but in his heart, the old man is his father.

How could they treat him like this?

How could they bully him?

Xiaopang was angry.

The anger in my heart surged.

"Little Fatty." The old man was delighted when he saw Little Fatty, but then he looked worried and angrily scolded, "Is it that idiot who came here? I have told you so many times."

"I don't want you to get involved. I don't want you to know these things. Why did you come here? To die with me?"

If Xiaopang doesn't come, there is still a glimmer of hope.

If Xiaopang ran over on his own initiative, he would be walking into a trap.

With his level of cultivation, it is almost impossible for him to escape from the hands of the junior grandmaster.

"I'm here to save you." Xiaopang said with a serious expression and a firm voice, "No one can touch you."

Ye Shenyi naturally noticed Xiaopang, but he didn't take this person seriously.

From the smoke and dust that rose up when he landed just now, it can be seen that he is a reckless man who does not know how to cultivate.

Practitioners know how to use and control their own yin and yang energies.

When one has practiced to a certain level, chasing clouds and catching the moon, and flying with the help of air will become very easy to do.

If you just rely on brute force, you can destroy them in a snap.

This is why practitioners under the galaxy are so rare and yet so precious.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Shang Xiulin's disciple, right?" Ye Shenyi looked at Xiao Pang with a smile and said, "I saw your information a long time ago, but I didn't pay much attention to it at that time."

"Shang Xiulin, as the president of the Empire's No. 1 Military Academy, has trained two students who have close ties with the rebels. It seems that the Supervisory Council must conduct a thorough investigation." Xiaopang stared at Ye Shenyi fiercely and shouted, "You deserve to die."

Not only did he injure the old man, he also wanted to hurt Shang Xiulin.
Since coming to Xinxing, Shang Xiulin and his wife have treated me like their own grandson.

Dean Shang Xiulin, as his mentor, has been helping him find a way to break through through martial arts.

Shang Xiulin's wife would prepare delicious food for him in different ways every day. It showed her care and love from the bottom of her heart. Even her own grandmother could be no better than her.

Xiaopang knew what the Supervisory Office was. If his master and mistress were taken in there, it would be unknown whether they could come back.

Thinking of the great care his master and mistress had given him, Xiaopang's eyes turned blood red.

No!
Absolutely not!
"Hahaha"

Ye Shenyi shrugged off Xiaopang's threats.

"Now that you're here, there's no need to leave."

As he spoke, his body suddenly flew up and slapped Xiaopang on the chest.

Time is precious and the night is long and dreams are many.

He had to quickly deal with this guy and then take them both back with him.

If we delay any further, who knows what kind of person will come?
Xiaopang moved.

He swung the skull hammer in his hand and smashed it towards Ye Shenyi's attacking body.

The dark wind blows, ghosts cry and wolves howl.

"This hammer is a little weird."

Ye Shenyi noticed something unusual.

However, he didn't think much about it.

He is just a warrior. Even if he holds a magical weapon, how much strength can he exert?

He is a junior master, so it would be easy for him to deal with such a guy, right?
The distance between the two sides was instantly shortened.

When the force from his Thunder Palm was about to penetrate Xiaopang's chest, he suddenly felt danger coming.

wrong!

Very wrong!
This is not the strength of a reckless man.

It is not the power of an ordinary practitioner.
"This is."

His pupils dilated and his face was filled with horror as he stared at the skull hammer that was rapidly expanding in size right in front of him.

His body was wrapped in ghostly aura from the underworld, and the hammer that looked like a skull made a wailing sound that made people feel irritated and their scalps tingle.

Then, his fist just collided with the skull hammer
boom!
Ye Shenyi's body flew backwards.

Xiaopang's body was completely controlled by the evil spirit inside the skull.

An evil spirit is one that is extremely vicious and evil.

His body soared into the air, and his fat body was as light and agile as a wild goose.

He waved the skull hammer in his hand, stepped on the flowing clouds, and quickly chased after Ye Shenyi.

Ye Shenyi felt as if his internal organs were about to shift. Until now, he still couldn't figure it out. He was clearly just an ordinary warrior who didn't know how to practice.
How did he smash himself down with a hammer?

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think.

While he was still flying in the air, the boy had already caught up with him with the skull hammer.

"He can fly?"

Ye Shenyi looked surprised.

It was clearly not going to happen just now.

Could it be that he is hiding his strength?
However, whether a person has practiced cultivation or not cannot be hidden from others.

He had checked and could not sense any yin or yang energy on him.

Since I don't know how to practice, then
What's the situation of him flying in the air now?
Is there a flying device on your body?

No unusual equipment was found.

The other party is taking advantage of the victory and beating you to death.

It's important to save your life.

Ye Shenyi didn't have time to think about it. He gathered the yin and yang energy in his right hand, and then slapped it in the direction where Xiaopang was chasing him.

Xiaopang didn't think twice and hit him with another hammer.

One trick to conquer the world,

Use brute force to respond to thousands of secret methods.

boom.
Ye Shenyi's body flew even faster.

Smashed.

Bang!

His body smashed onto the huge hull, making a deafening sound and leaving a huge human-shaped groove on the hull.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Xiaopang's expression was hideous and distorted, and his intelligent eyes, which usually seemed full of friendliness and kindness, were now filled with blood.

There was blood all over it, like a demon.

Xiaopang caught up with Ye Shenyi's body that fell to the ground, and then smashed it down with a hammer.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang! ——
Hammer after hammer.

Ye Shenyi’s head was smashed to pieces.

Brain splatter.

It flew onto Xiaopang's face and body, and also splashed onto the old man's face and body not far away.

The old man leaned against the wall of the boat, looking at everything happening in front of him with horror.

This kid.
who is he?--
Shen Xinglan.

The son of a wealthy family, the disciple of a great master, the youngest junior master, a martial arts prodigy that only appears once in a century
The ignorant people have labeled him with too many dazzling titles and honors.

Logically speaking, such people should be envied, jealous and hated, and have a lot of black fans and keyboard warriors scolding them to death.

However, because he is so outstanding, he seems to be the darling of the whole world.

Countless women call him "husband", "son", "male god", "dear".
Men address their sisters as "half-brothers", and some even ask them not to be too strict about gender, and that they can do anything that sisters can do.

Of course, to Tang Fei, he is his beloved brother and fellow apprentice.
Former love rival.

Tang Fei looked at the young man in white on the treetop with a slightly stern look in his eyes. He had anticipated various possibilities, and did not expect that the person standing in front of him was Shen Xinglan.

What disgraceful role did the Shen family play in this?
Twenty years ago they were executioners, twenty years later, they are suppressors?
"Why can't I come?" Tang Fei asked, "Has the Bailong Wharf been designated as a restricted area by your Shen family?"

"You should know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know." said Tang Fei.

This is purely a case of being stubborn.

He understood what Shen Xinglan was talking about. Wasn't he showing up here in the middle of the night just to wait for those destined people to come and save the old man?

I didn't expect that I was the destined one.

Tang Fei knew that his identity had been exposed. He didn't know whether the royal family knew his exact identity, but it was certain that he was colluding with the rebels.
This guy deserves to die!

He knows what he is talking about, and he knows what he is talking about.

However, before the knife is placed on your neck, you should refuse to admit it.
Who would be willing to admit such a thing?

How could I possibly be here to save the 'rebel party'?

I have nothing to do with them.

I just want to take a walk on the beach with my bare feet on the sand.
Huh? Why am I alone?

I can accept the partying of a group of people, and I can also enjoy being alone.

Who says you can’t come to the beach alone?

Sure enough, after hearing Tang Fei's answer, Shen Xinglan was speechless.

That's it again!

He is always like this!

"Do you think this makes sense?" Shen Xinglan still looked calm and composed, not getting angry at Tang Fei's 'unreasonable behavior'.

He rarely gets angry, and there are few things in this world worth getting angry about.

Tang Fei looked at the long sword stuck on the ground. He recognized this sword. It was the 'Tia' that Shen Xinglan carried with him.

The Tai'a Sword, also known as Tai'a, is one of the ten most famous swords on Blue Planet. It was forged by two great sword masters, Ou Yezi of the Yue State and Gan Jiang of the Wu State during the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

When a large number of humans migrated to the new planet, they also took away a large number of calligraphy and painting secrets and rare treasures from the blue planet.

The Taia Sword fell into the hands of the Shen clan and was eventually used by Shen Xinglan, a direct descendant of the Shen family.

Tang Fei shifted his gaze from the Tai'a Sword and looked up at Shen Xinglan on the treetops: "Many people say that you are the number one martial arts genius in the starry sky. Do you think so too?"

"I don't care about these false reputations." Shen Xinglan was very indifferent.

"I don't care." Tang Fei sighed softly and said, "But the teacher insisted that I was..."

"He also said that I was his most outstanding disciple. Well, you know I don't care about these false reputations."

"." Shen Xinglan's eyes were slightly stern.

(End of this chapter)