Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

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With a distance of more than [-] miles, Bai Ziyang had already reached the time for a cup of tea.At the foot of Qianfo Mountain, a petite figure...

Seeing her, Bai Ziyang smiled and said, "This is your choice?"

The little boy turned his head following the voice, and a complicated smile appeared on his delicate face. It was no longer the fake smile of the past. Laughing has always been her method, but now her smile...is far-fetched.After getting used to it for a while, he said, "Well, this is my choice. I want to try what the big brother said, and choose for myself."

"I also want to be a little girl again." There was another gorgeous, loving smile.

In an instant, dozens of 'silver needles' as black as ink shot out from her folding fan.

The whole body of the 'Silver Needle' is so well concealed under the darkness of night that it is almost invisible. It can be said that it is hard to guard against.

But who is Bai Ziyang?He is a demon genius who despises the world, and a demon master with profound skills. He has long regarded night as day, and his senses are so keen that no movement around him can be hidden from his eyes and ears.

I didn't see him making any movements. When dozens of pitch-black 'silver needles' approached, there was a surge of air... Fallen leaves and gravel were all blown up and bounced away. 'Silver Needle' lost Cui power and fell naturally.

"You are very confident in yourself, you are confident that I must not be your opponent."

The sound of the rolling carriage, the sound came from a sedan chair, "Tiangongzi" Xiaoyaohou was sitting on it, no one was pulling the carriage, and the carriage drove by itself, and a group of people followed behind the carriage, a group of people like walking corpses '.

"Of course, the scholar is confident that no one is invincible in the world. The scholar is confident that no matter who he faces... whether you, Lian Chengbi, or the entire martial arts world, I will definitely not be the one who falls, Bai Ziyang!"

"Go together and kill him. If you can't kill him, I'll kill you." Xiaoyao Hou said after a long silence, his tone was flat, but full of the majesty of an emperor, making people feel compelled to obey.

After hearing this sentence, the rest of the people looked at each other, a gleam of red light appeared in their eyes, and then rushed towards Bai Ziyang.

They were more willing to face this Demon Lord whom they met for the first time than the weird and terrifying Xiaoyaohou. Perhaps the rumors about the Demon Lord were scary enough, but when they thought of Xiaoyaohou's methods, they had no choice but to move and listen.

Moreover, the top ten masters in Jianghu gave them a lot of confidence out of thin air.

But right away they knew they were wrong, terribly wrong, terribly wrong.

Bai Ziyang made a total of fourteen sword strikes, and each sword pierced a person's throat, and each sword was only a mediocre stab.

This move is called 'Flying Clouds Switching Lightning', it is the first move of the frightening swordsmanship, the sword is extremely fast, fierce and weird.Trapping the enemy with the sword net and controlling the enemy with the tip of the sword is a sensual swordsmanship.

His qinggong is so quick, his movements are so ghostly.Like the 'unknown' in the dark, it brings curiosity and fear to people, wandering among more than a dozen people.

When Bai Ziyang stabbed fourteen swords, there were fourteen more holes in the throats of the fourteen people.

"Bang Dang" sounded non-stop, this is the sound of weapons falling to the ground.They are all masters, even if their throats were pierced, they still didn't die for a while.

They clutched their throats, eyes full of fear and regret, fear of death, regret for wrong choices.

Perhaps, they can fight desperately to Xiaoyaohou, or they can escape in all directions, there will always be a glimmer of life, and there will always be someone who will survive.

It was too late, everyone had only one life, between nine deaths and ten deaths...they chose the latter.They are famous heroes in the world, majestic and majestic.There are also mafia masters who are not easy to talk about and are feared by everyone.

The next moment, they were nothing, they were just a corpse, a corpse that would be eaten by jackals and wild dogs.

The smell of blood became stronger.A more intense mass of murderous aura began to spread in the frame.

The roller curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, revealing (aeff) a strange face, still that short figure, and still that dark robe.

Since Xiaoyaohou was injured by Bai Ziyang that day, he had inadvertently practiced the "Eighteen Levels of Yinland Dafa" to perfection, which was almost a miracle.He is equally confident now, even more confident than the person in front of him.

Bai Ziyang looked at him and smiled happily: "Scholar, I saw Lian Chengbi in your eyes. You are very confident but revealing ignorance and arrogance."

"Shut up!" Xiaoyaohou yelled, he hated the Lian family the most.

The two did not speak again, nor did they fight.But they seemed to be fighting again, and an invisible position collided between the two, but one had a serious face, while the other kept smiling.

It was very depressing, at least the young master felt very depressing, the sense of inability to live and die almost made her breathless, and when she jumped up, she was far away.

She felt that if she didn't retreat, she would be involved in this battle, and she would be smashed into pieces in an instant.

Xiaoyaohou said at this time: "You are a very good opponent."

Bai Ziyang smiled and said: "You are not bad, at least I did not disappoint the scholar, it seems right that I didn't kill you back then.

Xiaoyaohou gritted his teeth, a trace of blood red suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his figure immediately turned into a black shadow. Under a sudden twist and mutation, the black shadow began to divide, one into two, two into four... In an instant, it evolved into eighteen vines. Wandering shadows.

At this moment, Bai Zi also drew his sword.

The mighty sword energy permeated the entire mountain in an instant, a gust of sword wind was set off for no reason, the leaves rustled, and at this moment the fallen leaves were cut into two by the sharp sword wind.

The young master who had retreated ten feet away even used his internal strength to protect himself, but his cuffs and hair were still cut with several wounds by the invisible sword wind.

Just the wind of the sword is so powerful, not to mention that Xiaoyaohou will face this sword directly.

'Tracking and Miying' - the second form of the soul-stirring swordsmanship, the ruthless and righteous swordsmanship, the swordsmanship that cuts through the world, this sword is ruthless!

There are no shadows of swords all over the sky, only the cold light of the moonlight, a flash of brilliance, and a curtain of swords shrouded in it. Originally, shadows exist because of the brilliance, but now...

Where the sword curtain passed, all the black shadows dissipated, and there seemed to be a sound of the sword's edge passing through the flesh, and then it disappeared quickly, making people wonder if there was an auditory hallucination.

Xiaoyaohou was swept away by the sword curtain, he could not utter any sound, and a touch of loneliness unconsciously flashed in his heart. He had controlled the Jianghu for many years, but he never thought that he would not even have a chance to escape.

A streak of blood appeared from the throat, and the blood flowed out slowly.

Bai Ziyang didn't cut off his head, but left him the whole body.He knew... the little prince would bury him.

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