In the auction house, the palm of Marquis Wu in white finally fell on the young man in sackcloth.
But it didn't fall on the young man in sackcloth.
To be precise, it fell on Feng Wanli.
The moment the white-clothed Marquis Wu's palm fell, Feng Wanli blocked the young man in Mai. Then he flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
Blood spewed out of his mouth and spattered the auction house.
"The mantis blocks the car!"
Marquis Wu in white looked at Feng Wanli and sneered, with complete disdain in his eyes.
At the moment when Feng Wanli blocked the attack of Wuhou in white, everyone in the venue reacted and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
How dare someone make trouble at the bloody auction house?
It even involved Hongxiu and Feng Wanli.
At this moment, the guards of the auction house also showed their figures, as many as eighteen Tianyuan. At the same time, Tu Gang, who had left, appeared at the entrance of the auction house.
Behind him, there were a crowd of pairs from the Blood Clothes Alliance.
"Clearance!"
Feng Wanli glanced at Tu Gang and coughed.
In the box, Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him and was also surprised. He was surprised by the sudden murderous intention of Marquis Wu in white and Feng Wanli's terrifying reaction speed.
There was also Miss Hongxiu's attack. This seemingly weak woman had at least the strength of the Tianyuan realm with her move just now.
He was also surprised by the identity of Mai young man.
What is the origin that makes Feng Wanli want to keep him at all costs, and he actually has a necklace that can command Xuanyuan Tibing.
Everything in front of me looks like a game.
A round of siege against Wu Hou in white, otherwise people from the Blood Clothes Alliance would not have suddenly appeared.
It's just that the appearance of Mai Yi's young man may have caused some changes in this situation. The situation did not develop as Feng Wanli expected.
"It turns out that you threw out the flowers of karma to surround and kill me!"
In the auction house, Marquis Wu in white put his hands behind his hands and looked at Feng Wanli with squinted eyes, with a trace of disdain on his lips, "But you guys still want to surround me and kill me? A group of people who don't know the heights of the world."
At this moment, the auction house had been cleared. Only the white-clothed Marquis Wu, the people from the auction house and the Blood-clothed Alliance, and the young man in sackcloth were left.
Lin Huang naturally hid and paid attention to the development of the situation. After all, he still had a strong desire to covet Ye Haihua.
"It is rumored that there are two Blood Spirit envoys under the Blood-clothed Marquis, who are called Black and White Wuchang. Black Wuchang is dressed in black and has a black face, while Bai Wuchang has a white robe and a white face. I think you are the Bai Wuchang!"
Feng Wanli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a slight smile.
"It seems that your identity is not just as simple as the leader of the Blood Clothes Alliance," Bai Wuchang said coldly. The nails on his ten fingers grew wildly and were more than ten inches long, like sharp steel knives.
"My identity is not important. What is important is that you don't want to get out of this prison today!"
Feng Wanli said confidently and calmly.
"This group of low-class guys, who don't even have a Wuhou, want to compete with me?" Bai Wuchang said bloodthirstyly while licking his nails.
"Then I just received a slap from you, why didn't I die?" Feng Wanli said with a smile.
Bai Wuchang frowned slightly, looked at the bloody smile on Feng Wanli's face, and said slowly: "Have you entered the realm of Wuhou?"
"But so what?"
Bai Wuchang then chuckled and said, "The realm of Marquis Wu also has high and low levels. If I want to kill you, it will be easy for me!"
"Then let's give it a try," Feng Wanli said without arguing.
In the corner of the auction house, Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him quietly and frowned. Once a warrior reaches the level of Wuhou, it will be difficult to kill him with the number of people.
The realm of Feng Wanli is indeed much weaker than Bai Wuchang.
From Lin Huang's point of view, in this battle, if there were no subsequent changes or planning, Feng Wanli's chances of winning were not great. If it were more serious, the entire Blood Clothes Alliance would be destroyed.
After all, not everyone can bear the anger of a Wuhou.
While Lin Huang was thinking, he felt his mind tremble. The air around him was filled with sharp sword energy, and the lights of the auction house dimmed.
In the auction house, Feng Wanli was seen sitting cross-legged, tearing off the camouflage blood robe, revealing a rustling white robe floating in the sword energy, with bright sword eyebrows and curled hair, like a noble and upright Confucian scholar.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying!"
Feng Wanli opened his mouth and read out a sentence.
After he finished speaking, an illusory figure appeared in front of Feng Wanli. He was dressed in white, with flowing sleeves, and walked forward with his hands behind his back, like a knight in white.
"Wu Gou Shuang Xueming!"
Feng Wanli read out the second sentence.
In the hands of the illusory knight in white, there was an extra sword, an extremely sharp long sword, glowing with a cold light.
"Martial Spirit Knight is on his way!"
Lin Huang stared at the white-clothed knight in front of Feng Wanli, and his expression suddenly changed. There are many different martial spirits in the world. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting can also be souls, and among them, the martial arts spirits of poetry and calligraphy are one of the major categories.
If he were a powerful Confucian, possessing the soul of poetry, writing, and martial arts, and leading the world's literary spirit, the horror would be unimaginable.
I just don’t know if Feng Wanli has read many books.
"So this is your confidence, Xia Ke Xing... it really makes me a little afraid." Bai Wuchang stared at Feng Wanli and smiled coldly:
"It's just a trace of fear!"
After saying that, Bai Wuchang turned into a shadow and headed towards the knight in white.
In the auction house, there was a sudden flash of sword light.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse!"
"Rushing like a shooting star!"
A magical horse suddenly appeared under the Silver Knight's crotch. The horse's hooves were like wheels and flew around Bai Wuchang like a shooting star. Its speed was so fast that it was unpredictable.
At least, Lin Huang couldn't even catch the shadow of the knight on a white horse.
In the auction house, the sword light was even more powerful, forming a net of sharp swords to surround and kill Bai Wuchang.
In the center of the sword net, Bai Wuchang remained calm and composed, resisting the attack of the knight in white with his slender fingers.
"After leisurely drinking in Xinling, take off your sword and stand in front of your knees!"
"I will eat Zhu Hai while I am holding a wine glass to urge the marquis to win!"
In the auction house, the sword force was fierce. As soon as the sword force came out, the whole air became stagnant. Bai Wuchang's brows also wrinkled, and a mourning stick appeared in his palm, with ghosts lingering on it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the ghost roared, white mist spread, corroding the chaotic sword energy all around.
"With a mere sword net, I can be trapped for at least a moment and a half. I want to see what other methods you have behind you." Bai Wuchang said with a cold smile, waving his hand in mourning, defeating the enemy who was forcing him to kill.
The fierce sword energy came.
"Three cups of tea will make the five mountains lighter!"
"After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and energy are revived!"
In the auction house, the sword became thicker and thicker. It was like a mountain, even thicker than a mountain, and the knight in white in that scene looked even more crazy.
The sword energy is crazy, falling like a shooting star.
The sword moves vertically and horizontally, forming a cage to imprison Bai Wuchang.
A look of solemnity finally appeared on Bai Wuchang's face. That solemnity did not come from the sword power around him, but from his lack of understanding of the knight's martial spirit.
He didn't know Feng Wanli's follow-up methods.
At this moment, the mourning stick in Bai Wuchang's hand let out a high-pitched roar, and in the blink of an eye, it opened up and turned into a snow-white paper umbrella, covering Bai Wuchang.
Outside of the paper umbrella, all sword energy was blocked, and all sword power was crushed.
Bai Wuchang held a paper umbrella and walked towards Feng Wanli with a smile on his face. His soft voice was filled with biting coldness, "I don't understand the knight trade, but you also don't understand my methods!"
"But I know that I have this paper umbrella, so you can't even think of hurting me at all!"
Looking at Bai Wuchang, who was slowly approaching, holding a white paper umbrella, Feng Wanli's expression did not change, but he spit out a mouthful of blood and read with difficulty:
"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first!"
"Two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City!"
"Even if you die as a hero, your bones will be fragrant and you won't be ashamed of being the best in the world!"
"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"
After Feng Wanli finished speaking, the sound of swords roared in the auction house, like dragons roaring on the wall. The sword energy and sword power in the void suddenly condensed, turning into terrifying sword intent, like the tide of the vast sea, violently moving towards Bai Wuchang in waves.
Killed and left.
Dong Dong Dong Dong!
Like a dragon, the sword struck the white paper umbrella, causing the paper umbrella to make a crisp rebounding sound. But after the rebounding sound, there was the sound of the white paper umbrella breaking.
Bai Wuchang's face was sluggish.
"I didn't expect you to be able to cultivate sword intent from this martial spirit. It seems that I really can't keep you here," Bai Wuchang said with a murderous intent.
The pale palms turned the paper umbrella, and the sound of tragic wails immediately sounded. Countless ghost heads flew out of the white paper umbrella and rushed towards the surrounding swords.
"You... are not my enemy after all!"
Bai Wuchang let go of the white paper umbrella in his hand, letting it block the sword's intention with difficulty. But he had already walked up to Feng Wanli, looking at the weak latter sarcastically.
"Zhao Keman has Hu Ying, Wu Gou has frost and snow is bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star... What a wonderful poem, why should it be used to kill people? Death is imminent. Is your knight in white capable of breaking the law?
I took my white paper umbrella and came to save your life?"
A satisfied smile appeared on Bai Wuchang's face, and his snow-white palm slowly raised, about to fall towards Feng Wanli.
In the corner of the auction house, Lin Huang looked at the arm thrust into the air and frowned, "Could it be that Feng Wanli is really going to be wiped out like this?"
But Lin Huang felt something was wrong.
But what's wrong?
Lin Huang's eyes wandered, and then his expression suddenly shook, "Gone, Miss Hongxiu is gone. Miss Hongxiu, who has not moved since she threw three flying needles at the beginning, is gone."
Moreover, in the poem "Xia Ke Xing Yi", Feng Wanli seems to have forgotten two sentences...