Chapter 418 The No. 1 Martial Arts Genius in the Starry Sky? I Am!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Zhao Wuji did not lower his head to count the number of wounds on his body.

Because he could see it from Bai Wuxin.

Bai Wuxin completely entered a state of madness in which he was risking his life.

Every sword is a killing sword and a fatal sword.

If you want to kill him, you will be killed by him.

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

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

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

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

So, now it becomes a lose-lose situation.

Zhao Wuji was really scared.

He wants to be famous, want to receive merit, and want 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 one after another on her face, arms, and chest.

Either long or short, or a thin slit, or the skin and flesh are everted.

However, he didn't care.

That beautiful face was as cold as ever, and his eyes were full of ferocity and murderous aura.

The blood slid along the blade towards the tip of the blood-drinking sword, and then fell silently into the sand.

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

"This sword determines life and death."

Bai Wuxin said in an indifferent voice.

He rarely talks.

As soon as he spoke, people couldn't help but wonder, how could Thirty-Seven Degrees' mouth say such cold words?

Zhao Wuji's pupils narrowed slightly.

He could tell that this kid was getting impatient with the fight, and he was losing patience with himself.

It's a bit humble to say this, but that's exactly what it is.

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

He wants to save very important people.

In order to quickly resolve the battle, he would sacrifice his own life?

It was difficult for him to understand the psychology of these people.

Breaking through the realm of cultivation is the most difficult and dangerous journey in the world.

Learned martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family.

After finally breaking through the mountain gate and being promoted to Little Grand Master, you have to enjoy your life.

He was beaten to death at every turn.

Why bother?

The sword has no eyes!

Unfortunately, Bai Wuxin didn't understand this truth.

His body rose into the air and turned into a silver lightning bolt and rushed towards Zhao Wuji.

Only attack, not defend.

The middle door is wide open.

Holding the sword with both hands, he slashed towards Zhao Wuji's face with unmatched sharpness.

"Broken Sword Style"!

cut!

A simple sword.

But it brings more pressure to people than the most tedious sword posture.

Zhao Wuji felt that his body's Qi had been locked.

No matter how he resisted with his sword, this sword...

They are all swords of judgment, swords of life and death.

This sword struck like ten thousand swords.

The cold, sharp, and ubiquitous sword energy had enveloped him, and the 'field' he was in had been completely enveloped.

This is the little grandmaster’s ‘field’.

This young boy is actually able to 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, with a slight tap of his toes on the ground, the person flew backwards.

Like a farewell eagle, like a fleeing rabbit.

Like an arrow leaving the string.

Zhao Wuji ran away.

Crack!

The sword energy struck the ground.

A huge gash was created.

Like a scar, it appears ugly on this soft white sand beach.

Bai Wuxin's body slowly landed on the ground, he glanced at the direction where Zhao Wuji disappeared, and then vomited out a large mouthful of blood with a 'poof' sound.

After all, Zhao Wuji is a long-established little master, and his cultivation level is much higher than that of Bai Wuxin.

The reason why he was able to persist until now was mainly because he used this desperate style of play to paralyze Zhao Wuji.

Injure the enemy eight hundred, but injure yourself one thousand.

Therefore, when Zhao Wuji was injured and escaped, 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 doesn't run away, he won't be able to hold on.

This sword was really his last sword.

fortunately.

Fortunately, Zhao Wuji was afraid of death. He did not dare to gamble and was reluctant to part with the wealth and glory he had worked so hard for.

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

After feeling more comfortable, he quickly rushed towards the direction of Bailong Pier.

When they meet on a narrow road, only those who risk their lives can win the final victory.

——

Ye Shenyi respected Lu Yu's character, but this did not affect his mood to take him back for reward.

Lu Yu is an important figure, and catching him back is a great achievement.

When he was about to carry Lu Yu's body away, a huge cannonball fell from the sky.

No, it's a huge figure.

boom!

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

The dust has settled.

A big, honest, white and fat face was revealed.

When Xiaopang saw the dying old man collapsed under the old iron boat, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Godfather."

The little fat man's nose became sore and tears flowed out.

Xiao Pang cries easily.

It was like this when he was a child.

He cries when he is happy, when he is touched, and when he is wronged.

The person he misses so much, he meets him again but ends up in such a miserable situation. How can he accept this?

That is his relative, a family member like Tang Fei, and his father.

He has never seen his father, but in his heart, the old man is his father.

How can they treat him like this?

How can they bully him?

Xiao Pang was angry.

The anger in his heart soared.

"Xiao Pang." The old man saw Xiao Pang, first happy, then sad, and angrily scolded: "Is it that idiot who came here? I have said it many times."

"Don't let you get involved, don't let you know these things. Why do you come here? Accompany me to die?"

If Xiao Pang didn't come, there would be a glimmer of hope.

Xiao Pang took the initiative to run over, which means he would fall into the trap.

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

"I'll 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 him seriously.

From the dust and smoke when he landed just now, it can be seen that he is a reckless man who doesn't know how to practice.

Cultivators know how to use and control their own yin and yang energy.

After practicing to a certain level, chasing clouds and moons, and flying with air are easy to do.

If you rely solely on brute force, you can be destroyed in a snap of a finger.

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

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

"But Shang Xiulin, as the dean of the Empire's first military academy, has trained two students who are closely related to the rebels. It seems that the Supervisory Council should investigate it carefully."

Xiaopang stared at Ye Shenyi with ferocious eyes and scolded, "You deserve to die."

He not only injured the old man, but 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 my teacher, has been helping me find a way to break through the realm with martial arts.

And Shang Xiulin's wife makes delicious food for me every day in different ways. That is the care and love from the heart. Even my grandmother is no more than this.

Xiaopang knows what the Supervisory Council is. If the master and the master's wife are taken in by them, it is unknown whether they can come back.

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

No!

Absolutely not!

"Hahaha"

Ye Shenyi was dismissive of Xiaopang's threat.

"Since you're here, you don't have to leave."

As he spoke, his body suddenly flew up and slapped Xiaopang's chest with one palm.

Time is precious, and the longer the night, the more dreams there are.

He had to get rid of this kid quickly, and then take them both back together.

If he delayed any further, who knows what kind of people would come?

Xiaopang moved.

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

There were gusts of cold wind, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"This hammer is a bit strange."

Ye Shenyi noticed something unusual.

However, he didn't think much about it.

He was just a martial artist. Even if he held a magic weapon, how much strength could he exert?

He was a junior master, and it was easy to deal with such a guy?

The distance between the two sides was instantly shortened.

When the energy from his thunder palm was about to penetrate Xiaopang's chest, he suddenly felt the danger coming.

No!

Very wrong!

This is not the strength of a reckless man.

It is not the strength of an ordinary practitioner.

"This is..."

His pupils swelled, and he looked at the skull hammer that was rapidly expanding in front of him with horror.

His body was wrapped in the ghost energy of the netherworld, and the hammer that looked like a skull made a wailing and crying sound that made people irritated and scalp numb.

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 in the skull.

The evil spirit is the one who is extremely evil.

His body soared into the air, and his fat body was as light and flexible 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 just an ordinary warrior who didn't practice cultivation.

How did he hit himself flying with a hammer?

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

He was still flying in the air, and the boy had already caught up with the skull hammer.

"He can fly?"

Ye Shenyi looked surprised.

He obviously couldn't just now.

Could he be hiding his strength?

However, whether a person has practiced cultivation or not, such a thing cannot be hidden from others.

He checked and couldn't feel any yin and yang energy on him.

Since he didn't practice cultivation, then

what's the situation of him flying in the air now?

Is he equipped with a flying device?

No unusual equipment was found.

The other party is taking advantage of the victory to pursue it and beat themselves to death.

It's important to save your life.

Ye Shenyi didn't have time to think too much. He accumulated yin and yang energy in his right hand, and then smacked it in the direction where the little fat man was chasing him.

Without thinking, Xiaopang hit him with another hammer.

One fresh trick, eaten all over the world,

With brute strength, he can respond to thousands of secret techniques.

boom.

Ye Shenyi's body flew faster.

Smashed.

Bang!

His body hit 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 ferocious and twisted, and his intelligent eyes that were usually full of friendliness and kindness were filled with blood.

It was dripping with blood, like an evil ghost.

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

Bang!

Bang!

Bang! ——

Hammer after hammer.

Ye Shenyi's head was smashed to pieces.

Brain splatter.

It flew on the face and body of the little fat man, and also splashed on the face and body of the old man not far away.

The old man leaned against the wall of the ship, looking at what was happening in front of him with horror on his face.

This kid.

who is he? ——

Shen Xinglan.

The son of a wealthy family, the disciple of the Grand Master, the youngest Little Grand Master, and a rare martial arts wizard in a century.

The ignorant people marked him with too many dazzling titles and honors.

Logically speaking, this kind of person should be envied, jealous, and hated by others, and then be riddled with black fans and scolded by keyboard warriors until they die.

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

Countless women call him 'husband', 'son', 'god' and 'honey'.

Men are referred to as half-brothers, and some require him not to be too rigid about his gender. They can also do things that sisters can do.

Of course, to Tang Bandit, he was his beloved elder brother and fellow apprentice

Former love rival.

Tang Bandi looked at the young man in white clothes on the treetop with a slightly stern look in his eyes. He had imagined various possibilities, but he did not expect that Shen Xinglan was standing in front of him.

What disgraceful role did the Shen family play in this?

Twenty years ago they were executioners, twenty years later they are encirclers and suppressors?

"Why can't I come?" Tang Bandit asked aloud: "This Bailong Pier has been classified as a restricted area by your Shen family?"

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

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

This is purely a dead duck's tough talk.

He understood what Shen Xinglan was talking about. Didn't he show up here in the middle of the night just to wait for those destined people who came to save the old man?

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

Tang Bandit knew that his identity had been exposed. He didn't know if the royal family knew his exact identity, but it was a certainty that he had colluded with the rebels.

This man deserves to die!

He knew what he was talking about, and he knew what he was talking about.

However, until the knife is placed on his neck, he will refuse to admit it.

Who wants to admit such a thing?

How could he be here to save the ‘rebellious party’?

I have nothing to do with them at all.

I just want to take a walk on the beach and step on the sand with my bare feet.

ah? Why am I alone?

I can enjoy a carnival with a group of people, and I can also enjoy being alone.

Who stipulates that a person cannot come to the beach?

Sure enough, after hearing Tang Bandit's answer, Shen Xinglan showed a speechless expression.

That's it again!

He's always like this!

"Do you think this makes sense?" Shen Xinglan still looked calm and relaxed, and was not angry because of Tang Bandit's 'unreasonable troubles'.

He rarely got angry, and there were very few things in the world worth getting angry about.

Tang Bandi looked at the long sword stuck on the ground. He knew this sword. It was the 'Tai'a' that Shen Xinglan carried on his body.

Tai'a Sword, also known as Tai'a, is one of the ten famous swords widely known on Blue Star. It was forged by two great swordsmen, Ou Yezi of Yue State and Qianjiang of Wu State during the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

When a large number of humans moved to Xinxing, they also took away a large number of calligraphy and painting secrets and rare treasures on Blue Star.

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

Tang Bandit's gaze shifted from Tai'a Sword, and he looked up at Shen Xinglan on the treetops: "Many people say that you are the number one martial arts genius in the sky. Is that what you think in your heart?"

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

"I don't care either." Tang Bandi sighed softly and said, "But the teacher insists that I am."

"He also said that I am his most outstanding disciple. Alas, you also know that I don't care about these false names."

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