Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Bai Ziyang said: "Jianzong disciple, brother Wuming, son of Jianhui, his martial arts are far worse than Wuming's. He has too many deeds, and he can't finish it for a while, so it's the correct answer... It's just that the father is unbearable, the son is a dog. , exchange wives for profit."

Po Jun was so angry that his face turned pale and he was furious.

The greatest humiliation in his life was that he lost to Wuming back then, and the second was that he gave Yan Ying to Jue Wushen in order to learn how to kill wolves. At this moment, the scars were suddenly uncovered, especially in front of others. On the face, he was even more anxious.

Veins popped up on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted angrily, "You're courting death!"

Po Jun shouted and asked, but what he got in return was a light vomit...

"Shake the sky!"

The right palm is drawn out, a palm that seems real or unreal, but several wisps of true energy are coiled upwards, and the threads are intertwined, like a divine palm drawn by a brush, whistling out, unparalleled in strength.

Po Jun, who was about to draw his sword, was stunned suddenly. It seemed right from a distance, but it was easy to deal with, but the power of his palm suddenly rushed, which caught people off guard and was difficult to resist.

What's even more frightening is that, from the front to the back, this palm really has the power to shake the tree, shake the sky and the earth.

boom!

Po Jun didn't even have time to make a move with his weapon, he flew upside down with a bang, and fell to the ground after being more than ten feet away.

His face was pale, he spit out several mouthfuls of blood, and stared at that person with resentment, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"The garden is full of spring, and the garden can't be closed. A red apricot comes out of the wall."

Po Jun's complexion changed drastically, and he didn't dare to look back, so he hurriedly shot again.

As soon as he gathered his internal energy and punched, before he could make a move, Bai Ziyang kicked him in the face again and kicked him back.

His mind was inexplicable, with disbelief in his eyes, just as he raised his head in a daze, he saw Bai Ziyang standing in front of him, with an ironic smile on his lips, just looking down at him.

Bai Ziyang smiled lightly and said: "It's just a meaningless game, but unfortunately your father died early, why not father and son together! Lead the way, take me to find Wuming first!"

Po Jun's heart began to be surprisingly angry. At this moment, he forgot his fear and left everything behind. He just wanted to kill the person in front of him.

He lowered his head, his face was as black as ink, with a gloomy expression, and the resentment and hatred in his eyes were covered up.

He stood up slowly, clutching his chest, and staggered like an old man.

Suddenly, at this moment, he drew his sword out, turned and turned over, Tan Lang stood up and the sword light shone, and he was in front of Bai Ziyang almost in the blink of an eye.

He was born in the sword sect, so naturally he has made great achievements in the art of swordsmanship, the two of them are only a turn away, with such a distance, Po Jun is very sure to succeed in one blow!

There was also no sign of Bai Ziyang's posture, his body did not move at all, he just stretched out his palm to hold the sword directly.

Violence had just flashed in Po Jun's eyes, but it changed in an instant, all the anger and resentment were swept away, and fear crept into his heart again.

He let go abruptly, turned around and was about to run...but the Tanlang sword was held directly in his throat, and the blade was icy cold when touched, not as cold as the person behind him gave him.

"You are so bold, you dare to run."

As soon as the sword was taken away, there was a sword mark on his face, and the blood flowed out, and then the Tianren knife behind him was also taken away by the man.

The sword took off and landed in You Ruo and Meng's hands.

"Keep it well, I'll keep it for use." Bai Ziyang ordered, and then said: "Don't run away again, if you run away, you will really kill you, take me to find Wuming, I don't know if he has learned Wanjian Guizong."

Bai Ziyang didn't kill Pojun, and Pojun didn't dare to run anymore. After calming down, he also clearly understood that with his own martial arts, that person didn't need to make an extra move to kill him.

Chi Yan carried You Ruo and Meng on his back, and followed behind Bai Ziyang and Po Jun.

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Walking unhurriedly, with no one blocking the way, it must be that Jue Wushen gathers his subordinates and waits in the palace.

Walking to the school grounds, Guichaluo gathered, a middle-aged man sat high on the stage, there was a young man beside him and under the stage, and in the man's arms, there was a woman who seemed to be not young, But well maintained.

Especially soft and charming, with a rich figure that attracts attention.

If the man is at a loss, he must be absolutely godless, the two young men are also desperate, and the woman is undoubtedly Yan Ying.

Dozens of martial arts practitioners knelt on the side of the school grounds, some of them were unknown.

When he looked around, Absolutely Wushen spoke.

"Pojun, you are really useless. You can't do this little thing well, and you still want to ask me for Wanjian to return to the clan!" Such humiliation made Pojun dare not raise his head, especially when he was in front of that woman, he was even more ashamed. look straight at.

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Jue Wushen's eyes were cold, and then he fell on Bai Ziyang, and said with a sneer, "You are that ghostly scholar Bai Ziyang? Recover the fire unicorn, and break into my Wujue Shrine alone, but you have some skills and are daring."

Bai Ziyang didn't answer, and took a step away...

However, the strong wind swept across, lifting the dust and sand in the sky, and the leaves began to fly and fall.

Jue Wushen fixed his eyes and shouted loudly: "Get him down for me."

Here is Guichaluo, who was trained by Jue Wushen, who is not a star and a half stronger than the disciples at the foot of the mountain.

These nearly a thousand ghosts move together, their bodies are light and their movements are consistent.

The eyes of the two women behind him were full of worry, and Chi Yan also started to roar, but Bai Ziyang just indifferently swept across Guichaluo who was walking forward like a ghost, pointing his finger like a sword, and pointed straight out.

An indescribable brilliance burst out in an instant, and as soon as the sword intent came out, the imaginary became reality, and the sword energy condensed into substance and shot out...

The bright spots across the sky are like the stars dotted in the night sky, the sword passes away like a meteor, falls like a shower, and mercury leaks to the ground.