Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Bai Ziyang looked at the 'ghost face' Yang Lianting and shook his head, said: "I won't talk nonsense, take me to find Dongfang Bubai, if you hesitate, you will die! Oh, I remembered, your bones seem to be quite hard, a little I'm not afraid of death... In this way, a scholar will die when he strikes a sword, now I want to try what happens if a sword is not killed, and with the scholar's confidence in his own "shocking swordsmanship", I will guarantee you that you will never stop dying before thousands of swords."

Hearing the words of 'Killing God' Mr. Bai, the calmness and firmness in Yang Lianting's eyes instantly collapsed, fear and death appeared in his eyes, 'ghost face' kept nodding, seeing him put away his folding fan as if he was about to draw his sword in the next moment.

'Ghost Face' Yang Lianting endured the heart-wrenching physical pain and stood up.Holding on to the stone pillar with his right hand, he staggered with bloody steps.

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Bai Ziyang immediately followed behind Yang Lianting, passed a long corridor, an iron gate, and finally passed through a damp tunnel, turned a few turns, and finally came to a delicate small garden.

The previous musty smell was swept away.What one smells in one's nose is a faint fragrance of flowers, which makes one feel comfortable and indescribably refreshing.

Although it was already dark at this time, in the garden, green trees, rockeries, and beams, large and small, were covered with nearly a hundred fiery red lanterns. The pink candlelight shone out, and the whole garden seemed to be pink.

The atmosphere is weird.

At this moment, a sharp voice came from afar: "Brother Lian, who did you bring? Didn't I tell you that I don't want to see anyone in this world except you." The voice was sharp, but the voice was rough. , upon hearing it, one's hairs can't help but stand on end.

But what was even more unbearable was that in the end, he was still like a girl in Huaichun, acting coquettishly and cutely towards his lover, it was as if someone had cut his heart with a knife.

The corner of Bai Ziyang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his balls hurt extremely.

Who else could have this voice besides Dongfang Bubai?

"Ah, is it you? You, you, what's wrong with you, Brother Lian, who hurt you like this, I will cut him into pieces, don't touch Brother Lian, I will stop the bleeding for you first, don't worry, you I can also take care of the wound on my face." Dongfang Bubai's "coquettish" "caring" shot out a few silk threads and touched Yang Lianting's acupuncture points.

Yang Lianting finally relieved the pain, pushed the 'beautiful woman' away from her arms, pointed at Bai Ziyang with her intact right arm, and moaned and didn't know what to say.

Bai Ziyang felt cold, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyelids rolled a few times.The phrase "Little Red Riding Hood" can't help appearing in my mind: I didn't give me a hundred yuan, and I was tricked so far, and I was told to beat me!

what!I can't take it anymore!

It's okay for these two guys to ignore themselves, but they still show their fucking love from beginning to end! ! !

"It's you? How dare you hurt my Brother Lian?! And turn him into this, I want you to die!!"

Serene killing intent...

laugh!

The wind was strong, and in the pink candlelight, a cold light pierced through the air. Although it was only a small embroidery needle, it made a loud sound like a bell......

Bai Ziyang laughed lightly: "Sunflower Treasure Book, yes. You are indeed much stronger than Fang Zheng, but not enough." While speaking, his right hand suddenly stretched out like lightning, four fingers curled up, index finger stretched out, pointing.

clang!

The voiceless sound of a sword clashing sounded, and the embroidery needle was gently bounced away.And Jiemai's finger force is still going strong... Dongfang Bubai, a 'yin and yang man', turns around, and Jiemai's pointing finger hits 'it''s veil.

Dongfang Bubai was taken aback, his attack was as swift as a ghost, and there was no warning beforehand, and the attacking position was also weird.

Bai Ziyang's shot was indeed quick, but compared to Dongfang Bubai, it seemed to be a bit slower, but the strange thing is that it seemed to be half a beat slower, but he blocked it lightly.

He didn't draw the sword, he wanted to see how far the Sunflower Canon could be practiced.

Dongfang Bubai let out a "Huh", and said: "Good fingering, this is... 1.8" Suddenly, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed out of the boudoir.

I saw him with a square face with Chinese characters. He was born sturdy and burly, but he shaved his beard clean, put on heavy makeup, and was wearing a pink shirt. People are timid.

Bai Ziyang didn't have any chills, only aversion to chills.

Although I have been mentally prepared, but after seeing it with my own eyes, I know that it is all nonsense to be mentally prepared.

"die!"

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The update is late, and the broken chapters are afraid of affecting reading, so the two chapters are published together, and the next chapter will arrive.Thanks a lot! .

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"die!"

In the flash of a red shadow, a silver light appeared, and the flying needle was in front of Bai Ziyang in an instant. The figure of 'it' followed closely behind, but it was faster than the flying needle, almost in the blink of an eye, it had already arrived in front of Bai Ziyang, and only now did Bai Ziyang realize that he had underestimated 'it' , I underestimated the Sunflower Collection.

It wasn't until Dongfang Bubai's palm was about to hit his chest that Bai Ziyang was shocked suddenly, and he circulated the protective energy, and the energy was like a white curtain. With a bang, Dongfang Bubai's figure was shaken Flying back, people are in mid-air, and there is nowhere to rely on, but 'it' spins and turns back.

The flying needle that followed was blocked by the protective energy, Dongfang Bubai waved again, followed by another flying needle and silk thread approaching his eyes.

Bai Ziyang stretched out his hand to catch it in vain, his inner strength broke the thread.

Bai Ziyang looked at the silver needle between his fingers, but couldn't describe the feeling, not because of lingering fear, but also like surprise and joy, Bai Ziyang took a complicated look at Dongfang Bubai, fast, really fast, not more than Bai 28 Ziyang's cognition brought him long-lost mood swings.

Dongfang Bubai exclaimed in admiration: "What a deep internal force, what a subtle stellar energy, but I still have to, die!" Just as the word 'death' came out, the wide sleeve robe was waved at the same time.Ding ding a few times, and dozens of embroidery needles.Like a storm, it attacked the vital parts of Bai Ziyang's body.

Needless to say, these dozens of embroidery needles attack with such swift and ghostly speed, what is even more surprising is that there is a faint layer of white glow on both the embroidery needles and the bright lines.

It has internal energy, just like Bai Ziyang's "locking the pulse and searching the soul" in his early years, no, it is sword energy to be precise!

Bai Ziyang remembered that in the Sunflower Book, he practiced Qi on the top, and swords on the bottom. No move is the top priority, but there must be a move.The tricks are like thunder, simplicity wins, and complexity means no speed.

In martial arts in the world, there is no strength that cannot be broken, only speed can't be broken.But being able to cultivate martial arts to the extreme can be described with only one word "fast", how can one's internal strength be ordinary?How can it be compared with ordinary people?

The sword is the king, practicing the sword must strike the vital point, otherwise, how can the sword kill people?

Dongfang Bubai's flying needle technique is more like swordsmanship.

In an instant, these dozens of embroidery needles were close in front of... Bai Ziyang's eyes, and for some reason, he frowned suddenly, but his eyes were already closed, as if he hadn't realized it, he stood in a daze and waited. die.

Yang Lianting's 'ghost face' is distorted, with joy and joy in his eyes.