Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Before the words were finished, the guard fell to the ground and died, and the other three immediately stepped forward. Bai Ziyang's figure flickered, and he pointed his index finger between the eyebrows of the three of them. The next moment, the three of them were hit by Bai Ziyang's finger, and a small hole exploded in the back of the head, killing them on the spot .

Bai Ziyang walked up to the large palace gate, his palms gathered internal force, and the white cotton palm force imprinted on the gate, and the majestic force caused the gate to shatter into pieces.

The loud noise attracted the attention of the patrolling guards. A group of guards quickly came to the gate of the palace. When they saw Bai Ziyang waving his hands, they killed the guards. The sword technique combined with Lve Ying's body technique is like a ghost, flashing through the guard's throat in an instant.

In the end, Bai Ziyang twisted the neck of the guard just as he was about to shout assassin.

In fact, there was no need for him to shout, another team of guards who came from a distance had already sounded the gongs and drums, shouting assassin!

The quiet Shengjing Palace immediately became lively, and a large number of guards rushed towards Bai Ziyang.

The sword light was constantly swung by Bai Ziyang, and the Ouchi guards were like wheat in the paddy field, being harvested by Bai Ziyang non-stop, let alone apprehending, they couldn't do it at close range.

As Bai Ziyang continued to move forward, the Ouchi guards who were afraid of being killed kept retreating.

"What are you doing. He's just one person, you idiots, go to me. I'm so shocked that the emperor and all the nobles are careful." A guard leader yelled at the subordinates who dared not step forward. The Han people rushed directly into the palace and rushed all the way to the front door. If they don't take it down quickly, let alone take their heads directly, they may even implicate the nine tribes.

I can't retreat, if I retreat, I will really punish the Nine Clans. When I think of this, the eyes of the Tartars who were still scared just now turned red, their animal nature was aroused, and they charged again regardless of life or death.

Bai Ziyang opened the Crystal Feather Bone Fan, and he has perfected his kung fu of locking veins to search for hidden weapons into fan skills. Opening, closing, hugging, stabbing, racking, hanging, chopping, piercing, lifting, cloud, wrist, the crystal feather bone fan is Bai Ziyang played like a butterfly wearing flowers, the white figure walked through the narrow long road, anyone who touched it would be injured or died.

The leader of the guards saw the white-robed scholar, he was not a scholar, he was clearly an envoy from the underworld.

The morale that had just been aroused disappeared completely when Bai Ziyang charged and took away the names of hundreds of people. Now let alone these guards, he, the leader, was terrified to death.

He took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely in the thigh, forced himself to calm down, thought about a strategy, and saw the archer who came... His eyes lit up and he shouted: "Archer is ready!"

The archers are well-trained, and as soon as they hear it, they immediately draw their longbows and wait for the order.

"Let go!" With an order, the arrows poured down like a rainstorm, completely ignoring the other guards who charged in front, screaming continuously, and the leader of the guards did not change his face when he saw his subordinates died in the arrow rain.

"Keep shooting arrows for me!"

Bai Ziyang shielded the arrows, tapped his toes on the ground, and rose into the air. He threw the crystal feather bone fan at the bow and arrow team, and the folding fan turned into phantoms, and the rotating fan surface was like a sharp sickle.

Just one floating back and forth, dozens of human heads rolled to the ground.

Bai Ziyang flew to the crowd of archers, and kept tapping his index finger on the surrounding guards. As soon as he touched the place, a blood hole would burst out immediately.

A large number of guards surrounded and suppressed him again, and Bai Ziyang flew up to the roof again, catching a fallen leaf.

Put the leaves near your mouth and blow gently...

"Susususu..." It was light and long, clear and pleasant to the ear, and the lingering sound lingered.This should be the most beautiful sound of nature in spring, but now it is a life-threatening talisman.

Numerous guards blocked their ears, their heads swelled, and they slowly fell to the ground, hugging their heads and howling.

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The thirty-eighth chapter Yu Zhenzi, receiving the iron sword.

Bai Ziyang put down the green leaf on his lips, "Oh, it seems like learning a musical instrument is a lot worse than relying on a single leaf." Bai Ziyang has never learned an ancient musical instrument, he only played the green leaf when he was a child.

The place with the brightest lights was a large hall. Bai Ziyang flew to this place, and Gongju looked at the plaque above. It said "Chongzheng Hall" in three big characters, and there were cursing Manchu characters on the side.

The house was surrounded by Manchurian Tartars, Bai Ziyang landed on the roof and didn't pay attention to them, when suddenly he heard a loud shout from the Chongzheng Hall.

A yellow-robed Taoist stepped on the rockery in front of the temple twice, flew towards him, aimed at Bai Ziyang with the whisk in his hand, and suddenly, he slammed the tail of the whisk, the fur on the front of the whisk exploded, and countless white needles flew out.

Bai Ziyang smiled slightly, the flying needle was the last thing he had played with, opened the crystal feather bone fan, circled around a few times before returning.

All the white needles shot were blocked by his folding fan, and a flying needle flew back with a wave of his hand.The face fan of the yellow-robed Taoist who couldn't dodge in time was pierced with more than a dozen needles. When he landed on the roof, before he could pull out the white needle, he immediately took out the jade bottle from his arms, poured out a elixir and took it. It was obvious that the needle was poisoned. In general, killing people with a flying needle is basically applying poison, because it is too small to be fatal.

After a few times of exercise and breath adjustment, the inner strength finally shook off the white needles on his face, but now his face is full of red spots, which looks very funny.

Bai Ziyang thought it was funny when he saw it, and he smiled at the Taoist and said, "You are old man Musang's younger brother Yu Zhenzi, right? You've done well in Huang Taiji, and you can actually wear a yellow robe."

Huang is the color of an emperor, and wearing a yellow robe can be sure to be highly valued by Huang Taiji.

Bai Ziyang's kung fu just now obviously shocked Yu Zhenzi, this guy blushed a little, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, and smiled at Bai Ziyang: "Your Excellency is very skilled, dare to ask Gao's name."

Bai Ziyang whispered with a smile: "The scholar's surname is Bai, his first name is Ziyang, and his word is carol."

"So it was Mr. Song Ge in person, huh?" After hearing Bai Ziyang's words, Yu Zhenzi wanted to be polite again, but was suddenly stunned, surname Bai, name Ziyang?

"Your Excellency, you are in person with Mr. Bai who has disappeared for fourteen years." Bai Ziyang's appearance was so deceptive that Yu Zhenzi asked with uncertainty.

"Well, there used to be such a title."

Yu Zhenzi smiled even more, and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It turns out that your Excellency is the most famous master in the world--Mr. Bai. Mr. Bai's martial arts are world-class, why didn't he serve the emperor of the Qing Dynasty? As your Excellency, you must enjoy the glory and wealth Endless, Pindao can recommend you, I believe His Majesty will definitely regard you as your guest of honor!"

Bai Ziyang's smile did not change, and he said in a flat tone: "I can get money anytime I want, such as now."

"As long as I catch Huang Taiji, I believe that I can exchange a lot of yellow and white things with Daqing. Why do I send it under the fence? You say that I am the number one master in the world, so whoever I want to die will die. Who can stop me? This palace I want to come in the compound, but now I don’t come in openly?"

"Bold thief, you..." The commander of the guards had lived long enough, and now Bai Ziyang casually slapped him across the air.

The person was pushed several meters in an instant, not to mention being shocked to death by Bai Ziyang's palm, and now he was stabbed to death by the tip of his guard's gun.

"It seems that your Excellency is determined to seek death?!" Yu Zhenzi pulled out an iron sword from the dust fly. The color of the iron sword was similar to that of Bai Ziyangjing's feather bone fan, and it must have been made of Hantie.

Yu Zhenzi's feet were full of changes, and his figure quickly flew towards Bai Ziyang, the iron sword was held in front of him, and the tip of the sword was aimed at his throat.

Bai Ziyang just stretched out his hand, and the crystal feather bone fan collided with the tip of the iron sword.

"Ding!"