The red blade of the tears pierced the monk's chest, glowing faintly.
Master Xianfeng looked completely indifferent, letting the tears of worship linger in his body, while his palm still held the Hundred Thousand Soul Knife.
"It came really fast. Did you notice something?"
"Such a big black dragon comes over the mountain, and the dragon's head points directly towards the fairyland. Only if you can't see it can there be a ghost."
Han Baiyi's words were sarcastic.
He drove Bai Lei all the way from the Ghost Buddha Point in the Palace of Origin to the Fairyland. Both his physical strength and muscle endurance had reached the limit. To stab the knife without making a sound was already an extraordinary performance. At this time, he also needed a little
Time to ease.
Words can just serve this purpose.
But first...
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The red tears of worship drew an afterimage in mid-air at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. They were pulled out from the chest of Master Xianfeng, then turned and lifted up, and slashed on Master Xianfeng's right shoulder with a knife, and the entire arm was broken in response.
, but still tightly grasped the handle of the Hundred Thousand Soul Knife.
Immortal Peak Master immediately pulled away and flew back, jumping and landing in the cloud waves. There was no trace of blood from the wound on his right shoulder.
It was as if the whole body was dry.
Han Baiyi cautiously faced Master Xianfeng, stepped on the gentle slope of the black dragon's forehead and eyelids, climbed up, and retreated to the fake imperial son.
Use your left hand to feel Feng's neck artery.
No feeling.
Although he had vaguely expected this result when he saw Feng's disheveled white hair that had been made from all his life, but after confirming it, he still felt a little clogged in his heart and seemed to have something burning in his chest.
However, countless deaths and pains had already taught Han Baiyi the importance of calmness.
Because he possesses the ability of timeline, although he is sure that Feng is dead, Han Baiyi does not despair. He still has many chances to save her.
In addition, Han Baiyi also realized something about the knife he just swung with all his strength to the limit.
The so-called Immortal Peak Master in front of him seemed not as strong as he expected.
Even though Han Baiyi penetrated his heart first, the vitality and strength of the Immortal Peak Master in front of him were much lower than Han Baiyi's expectations.
He didn't know that this was the weakest moment Master Xianfeng had experienced in his eight hundred years.
He had just had tens of thousands of souls pass through his body at the same time, and he had been completely unblocked.
Until now, Master Xianfeng can still maintain the ability to fly back in front of Han Baiyi, which is already amazing.
Therefore, he and Han Baiyi also need time.
"Good judgment." Master Xianfeng covered his right shoulder, but his face was completely expressionless, like an iron man, "However, I thought you would choose to cut off my undead insects... Yes
Want to know something?"
With just one sentence, Master Xianfeng judged Han Baiyi's needs, and his sophisticated wisdom was evident in every detail.
"A lot. I have a lot of questions."
Han Baiyi answered coldly while holding a knife.
"I want to know everything you hid from me during our last conversation."
Master Xianfeng frowned, then gradually relaxed his brows.
"You are not a wolf. In other words, you are not even a ninja."
"I have watched that child Wolf grow up. Without orders, he would not have such a strong thirst for knowledge and discernment."
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
Han Baiyi replied with one sentence.
Nowadays, identity is no longer so necessary. Han Baiyi does not need to rely on anything. Just pure strength is enough for him to do many things.
"Then what do you want to know? Yinglong, or Longyin?" Although Master Xianfeng used a questioning tone, the words coming out of his mouth were like the Great Compassion Mantra recited by thousands of people, calm and powerful.
"I want to know why you cast a black knife to open the door."
"What's the difference between these two immortal swords?"
"What do you want to do with Feng now?"
Master Xianfeng frowned.
"I thought you were longing for immortality... If so, I could give you some advice, but it's a pity..."
He lowered his eyelids.
This means that there is no comment.
The moment Master Xianfeng lowered his eyes, Han Baiyi's pupils shrank and turned white, and his whole body was wrapped with thunder and lightning.
There was just a stabbing sound, a faint smell of burning smell in the air, and Han Baiyi's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
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With just one step, Han Baiyi, wrapped with lightning all over his body, appeared in front of the Immortal Peak Master like a fragment of a broken image with slightly blurred snowflakes, and his high-speed shaking tears moved forward from the bottom left to the right.
The blade was faintly flashing with jumping arcs of electricity.
Master Xianfeng's face was calm, and his body looked like a dry middle-aged man, but at this time he was extremely flexible. He avoided a knife with an iron bridge and kicked Han Baiyi's lower body. Han Baiyi raised his knee to block it, making a bang.
Muffled sound.
Master Xianfeng took his time and rolled over using the strength of his legs. He pushed on the ground with one hand to avoid Han Baiyi's backhand knife stabbing into the ground. Using only the strength of one hand, he did a somersault in mid-air to distance himself.
Rolling clouds and mist surged beneath their feet.
Although he is missing an arm, the Immortal Peak Master's body balance has not been hindered by this. He is flexible and flexible. Although he looks almost middle-aged, he is lighter than most children.
However, Han Baiyi was not discouraged by his opponent's physical skills. He pressed forward step by step, and his tears flowed like flying in his hands.
The red long knife danced in his hand, fluttering like a red butterfly, leaving a trail of afterimages.
Master Xianfeng stepped on the hexagram steps, seemingly randomly stepping on the ground, but he could always avoid Han Baiyi's long knife with his body. Whenever there was a chance, the remaining one arm shot out like a scorpion's tail.
Bang bang hit Han Baiyi's arm, and his Xianfeng boxing technique reached its peak. Every move and every move made Han Baiyi suffer.
Han Baiyi held the knife in both hands and slashed forward. Xianfeng pushed Han Baiyi's wrist with one arm and crossed his elbow. He made a lunge with his feet and used his shoulder as a cone to stab Han Baiyi's chest.
Under the dual blessing of Lingmu and Bai Lei, Han Baiyi, whose reaction was several times faster than ordinary people, passed sideways, but ignored his feet and was severely tripped by Xianfeng. Before he could grasp the center of gravity, Xianfeng used one hand to
He formed a sword and struck Han Baiyi in the back with one slash.
But Han Baiyi was not a vegetarian. He was cut off from behind with a hand knife. Tears of worship rolled around in his hand. From his forehand to his backhand, he first stabbed Master Xianfeng on the ankle with the knife, and then he rolled down with the force of the hand knife.
The sword followed up with a slash.
Poof.
Immortal Peak Master's ankles were cut off straight away.
Han Baiyi, with a bruised nose and swollen face, rolled out from under the Immortal Peak Master's feet, got up again and raised his knife towards him.
With a smile on his face.
It is said that no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.
When the level of strength is close to a certain level, the difference between having a weapon in hand and not having a weapon is really the difference between heaven and earth.
When it comes to Xianfeng Temple's boxing skills, Master Xianfeng is infinitely superior to him.
In terms of fighting experience, Han Baiyi is obviously not as good as the seemingly young old man in front of him.
But even when faced with such a monster, he was able to cut off its hands and feet with the help of tears in his hands.
This is the advantage of weapons.
However, what surprised him was that although the two of them had just used conversation to numb each other, they had also completed self-adjustment.
But after such a long period of adjustment, Master Xianfeng still seemed to be at the same level as when he stabbed him in the back.
Using oneself to judge others, Han Baiyi, who thought Master Xianfeng had just spoken to him, was actually seizing the time to rest when he discovered this, couldn't help but frown.
"That's almost it."
The Immortal Peak Master whispered.
Han Baiyi's pupils narrowed.
He slowly stood up from the ground on one foot, and raised his severed right shoulder in the direction of Feng.
There was a buzzing sound, and the soul knife that originally penetrated Feng's body and penetrated deeply into the black dragon's eyebrows was pulled by the broken arm and connected to the broken arm of Master Xianfeng with a pop, so fast that there was no time to stop it.
When he lifted his left foot, the broken foot was reconnected.
There was still no expression on his face.
The withered and thin body looked like a low-quality doll that could be pieced together at will.
Master Xianfeng holds a knife in his hand.
The Hundred Thousand Soul Knife, which was originally almost as ethereal as a ball of light, was now marked with three or four lines that were parallel to each other, but twisted at right angles, and the whole body was red, like blood.
The whole blade of the sword glowed with light blue light.
The overall outline is as clear as substance.
Master Xianfeng pointed the knife at him with an indifferent expression.
"You can die."
His tone was calm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.
The soul knife swung down.
Han Baiyi was startled, and his eyes were filled with darkness.