world assassin

Chapter 211
The man struck with his palm, and immediately there was a gust of palm wind, which made Bai Fang's face ache.

The power of this palm surpassed the moves of any master Bai Fang had seen before, this palm probably only the senior in the Yunling Mountains could have such power.

The man was very close to White Fang, the palm was only for a moment, and he was less than three feet away.

The palm of the man kept magnifying in Bai Fang's eyes, the power of that palm made Bai Fang feel as if he was facing an abyss.

Bai Fang had no time to resist, so he could only retract the attacking Li sword, changed the posture of the sword, and faced the man's palm.

The man saw Bai Ya's Li Jian stabbing at his palm, but he didn't change direction at all. He had just seen Li Jian's sharpness. Although the sword was sharp, his cultivation level was much higher than Bai Ya's. With his current cultivation base, Li Jian couldn't hurt him.

This is the difference between a high cultivation base and a low cultivation base. A man must use his absolute cultivation base to resist Bai Ya's Li Jian.

In his opinion, with his cultivation level higher than that of the opponent, it is not impossible to shake off the opponent's Li sword with a single palm, and then the palm force will not weaken, injure the opponent, or kill the opponent with one palm.

The man's white clothes fluttered, and his palm carried endless power, like a thunderbolt striking at Bai Fang, and striking at Bai Fang's Li sword.

Seeing that the man did not dodge or evade his Li Jian, Bai Fang was also startled, but when he saw the confident look in his eyes, his heart sank, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding Li Jian.

With the sword in his hand, he stabbed at the man's palm.

A wave of multicolored internal energy swam in Li Jian, and Li Jian was like a rainbow.

The Potian sword technique carries endless aura, and the momentum follows the sword, leaving the sword like a swimming dragon.

The man saw the strange shape on Li Jian, but he still didn't change his palm.

In the eyes of the man, although Li Jian is somewhat different, although the imposing manner and inner strength on it are very special, but there is no real danger to him.

This is the self-confidence that is one realm higher than the opponent, and this is the difference between innate and half-stepping into the realm of ascension.

The man confidently met White Fang's leaving sword.

There was a cracking sound: "Puchi."

Like the sound of rags being torn, White Fang's figure staggered past the man.

Behind him, a large number of blood flowers flew out, and Li Jian was indeed as clean as new.

"what."

A scream sounded.

It was the scream of the man in white.

Bai Fang stopped in his tracks, and stood on the spot blankly, looking at Li Jian in his hand in disbelief, recalling the collision just now, it was like a dream.

The moment his Li Jian touched the man's palm, Bai Fang clearly saw a brown inner energy coming out of Li Jian. That brown inner energy did not belong to Bai Fang, and he did not know that inner energy. Where did it come from.

That inner strength is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the prey to approach before delivering a fatal blow.

The brown inner strength shot out from the tip of Li Jian, like an embroidery needle, piercing the man's palm.

The inner strength pierced the man's palm, but the effect it brought was extraordinary.

The inner strength was like a sharp knife, piercing through the man's palm, passing through the opponent's arm, and exiting from the opponent's elbow, then dissipated in the air and disappeared into the invisible.

The brown inner strength broke through the man's defense, and the Li sword behind him was like cutting tofu, followed by the brown inner strength, pierced into the man's palm, then peeled off the opponent's arm, and then pierced through the opponent's elbow.

Li Jian almost sliced ​​off the opponent's entire arm.

"Ahhh!"

The man clasped his arm and let out a scream, which woke Bai Fang up from his momentary stupefaction.

White Fang turned around quickly, swung his sword away and attacked the man.

White Fang saw the miserable state of the man.

The man's right hand was cut from the elbow, and it was bloody and severely deformed. At this time, it is no longer obvious that it was once a hand.

The man held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, his face was distorted, sweat dripped from the top of his head, his eyes were blood red, like a wounded beast, howling continuously.

At this time, the man no longer had the gentle and elegant feeling of being dressed in white clothes better than snow.

The Li sword in Bai Yi's hand didn't stop, and the Potian swordsmanship even went out with all his strength, attacking the man.

Seeing Bai Fangli's sword attack, the man suddenly showed a look of horror on his face, as if he saw a devil, and screamed from his mouth.

Dodged White Fang's attack.

The man dodged White Fang's attack, but a large amount of blood flowers fell from the air, and those blood flowers, like red flowers falling to the ground, showed a strange aura.

Bai Fang missed the blow, and immediately turned sharply, following the man's evasive figure to attack.

The man's right hand was basically scrapped, and with the blood splattered everywhere at this time, the man has been seriously affected.

He could only barely dodge White Fang's attack on him.

But every time he dodged, he would spurt a large amount of blood, and the loss of blood made him feel dizzy for a while.

This world is so wonderful. Just a moment ago, the man treated White Fang like an adult confronting an ant. As long as he wanted to, he could crush him to death at any time.

However, at this moment, he also turned into an ant, and it was the kind of ant that lacked arms and legs.

Two ants fought, and naturally the stronger ant gained the upper hand.

At this time, the man already had endless regrets in his heart. If he had killed him the first time he saw him, his hands would not have changed like this, and he would not have resisted at all when he attacked him. The strength is gone.

However, regrets are regrets, he has no way out.

Bai Fang's sky-breaking swordsmanship poured out like quicksilver, submerging the man in it immediately.

"what!"

The man surrounded by Li Jian's sword light suddenly uttered a loud roar, and after the roar, a shadow instantly broke through the circle surrounded by Bai Ya Li Jian, and flew towards the interior of the imperial city like an arrow from a string. .

Bai Fang stopped the Li sword waving in his hand, at this moment, there was no shadow of the man with white teeth in front of him.

In the distance, the guards who were searching had already rushed to this side. They all came here after hearing the man's yelling.

Standing on the city wall, White Fang could see the fire dragon made of torches galloping towards here.

Bai Fang glanced at the direction in which the man in white was fleeing, exhaled a foul breath, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, White Fang turned around and flew down from the city wall like a bat.

After landing steadily, White Fang identified the direction, and then galloped away into the distance.

At this moment, the night was dark, as soon as Bai Ya entered the forest, he returned to the sea like a fish, and returned to the forest like a tiger, those guards would never try to catch him.

(End of this chapter)