Before he finished speaking, Baili Wushang waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew towards Wu Jiu's face...
Wu Jiu's large robe was blown backwards by the strong wind, and his body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken...
Bang!
Wu Jiu hit the wall behind and then slid down...
"Wushang, what are you doing?!" Yun Jingchu's face changed drastically, and he looked at Baili Wushang in disbelief.
"Don't even think about bossing me around." Baili Wushang turned to Yun Jingchu and said coldly.
Over there, Wu Jiu stopped after hitting the wall. He landed a little embarrassed, his face was pale, and he was holding his chest and coughing...
Dao glanced at Wu Jiu who was flying out, then looked back at Yun Jingchu, who was pale, shocked and sad, his face darkened, and he flew towards Baili Wushang.
"Seeking death!" Baili Wushang's face turned cold, his body remained motionless, his right hand was leisurely playing with a cup of tea, and he slowly raised his left hand.
Puff puff puff... Baili Wushang's palms struck out in succession. Before the knife even came close to Baili Wushang's body, Baili Wushang was forced to scramble. He only had the strength to defend and no room for counterattack...
"Stop!" Yun Jingchu's face changed drastically, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, "Sword, stop! Wushang, stop!"
"...Hey! If you have something to say, please say it! We are all our own, don't do anything!" Dongfang Xu, who was stunned by this sudden turn of events, finally came to his senses and hurriedly persuaded him loudly.
However, no one listened to him.
Poof! Baili Wushang's palm hit Dao's chest firmly, and a trace of blood immediately appeared from the corner of Dao's mouth...
Yun Jingchu's face had turned pale, and her voice had changed its tone due to panic: "Knife, stop it!"
"I said, don't try to boss me around again!" Baili Wushang turned his head, looked at Yun Jingchu and said coldly.
Yun Jingchu suddenly felt as if someone had slapped him hard on the chest. The blood on his face immediately drained away. His face was uglier than the injured knife. His eyes were like mirrors that had been suddenly shattered. They were broken into countless pieces and refracted.
A shocking and shattering light...
"Baili, give me a little more." Wu Jiu's angry voice came from one side, followed by his palm wind.
"Hey! Mr. Wu, don't be impulsive. We are all our own people." Dongfang Xu persuaded loudly with an anxious look on his face.
Still no one listened to him.
"Very good! It would be more fun if there are more people. Since you want to die, I will play with you." Baili Wushang showed a sneer with a hint of evil on his face that Yun Jingchu had never seen before, palming the wind
Suddenly it became more dense...
Puff puff puff...
The wind of the palm swept across the bodies of Dao and Wu Jiu. The two of them still couldn't get close to Baili Wushang's body, and they didn't feel the pressure was any less than before...
The palm winds of the three people swept across the surrounding furniture. The furniture instantly disintegrated, got caught in the palm winds of the three people, and flew around the house. Suddenly, the new house seemed like a typhoon passing through and turned into a garbage dump...
The bride, who was sitting on the bed, sat a little stiffly at first. When a teapot crashed at his feet, she suddenly screamed, then screamed and shrank into the bed. After a while, she lost her voice. I guess
He fainted from fright.
Yun Jingchu's face was pale, like a lifeless marble statue, stupidly watching the sawdust and tableware flying in front of him...
Phew! A wood splinter flew past his cheek, and the strong wind caused by it left a shallow blood mark on her snow-white skin...