Mu Bei was lying on the ground, with blood pouring out of his mouth. He asked: "Who is your master?"
"Looking at the moon in the water and flowers in the mist, my master called Xie Kanhua." Su Baiyi lowered his head and looked at Mu Bei.
Mu Bei's eyes widened, and then he looked at Su Baiyi carefully, but after looking at it for a long time, he still shook his head: "I really don't remember that I have seen you."
"You have seen mine in a somewhat old courtyard. The courtyard is in the south of the small town. There is a tofu shop at the door and a blacksmith shop opposite. It had just rained on the day you came.
It was a little slippery, and I fell down when I got up in the morning. Uncle Chen brought a pot of wine home, and Aunt Qian was making fish soup, and then you guys came. When Aunt Qian took me to escape, Uncle Chen used
With one move, Lan Ai was burned, and he seriously injured you, but he still didn't kill you. I'm right, right." Su Baiyi reached out and grasped the handle of the knife that was stuck on the ground.
Liu Duohan had already walked behind him, his iron fists condensing energy, ready to strike at any time.
Mu Bei was even more surprised: "You...your surname is Su!"
Su Baiyi said calmly: "I have just introduced you, my name is Su Baiyi."
"You are Su Dianmo's son!" Mu Bei said solemnly, "You are not dead yet."
Su Baiyi was stunned for a moment, and then said slowly: "You finally gave me the answer I have been looking for, which is good."
If Mu Tai had not directly competed with Su Baiyi, relying on his own experience of being far superior to the opponent, he might still have the strength to fight, but just now he chose to fight with Su Baiyi and he was seriously injured.
Knowing that he had no possibility of counterattack, he hurriedly explained: "I didn't kill Su Dianmo!"
"I believe you. You probably can't do it." Su Baiyi pulled out the cicada-wing knife from the ground again, "But you must have killed Uncle Chen. I saw it."
"He's just a servant of the Su family!" Mu Bei looked at Su Baiyi's eyes and said in a panic.
"Master Su, killing the second master of Tianshu Hall is a big deal." Liu Duohan reminded, "Even the academy may not be able to bear it."
"My second senior brother from the Academy went up to the Heavenly Palace alone with a sword, and was able to defeat Ning Qingcheng, the Grand Master of Lin Tiangong, who was seriously injured and went into seclusion. Couldn't my Academy bear it at that time?" Su Baiyi did not look back.
All the Tianshu Hall disciples in the field could no longer hold back at this moment and wanted to move forward to rescue, but they saw Feng Yuhan gently raising his hand, and four figures suddenly flew from outside the Wufang Stage. They came from all directions and gathered together.
When they got together, they stood in front of the Tianshu Hall disciples and stopped them with a horizontal sword.
Among the four people, there was a tall and mighty man, carrying a huge and wide sword on his back. His upper body was exposed, showing off his knotted muscles. However, in sharp contrast to the man's masculinity, the blade of this sword
A red coquettish flower is engraved at the beginning.
Standing next to this man is a graceful and masked woman in black. There is a slender knife tied to each of her two extremely slender legs. The handles of the two knives are connected by a silver chain.
He was tied around the waist casually by the woman.
The one standing on the outside is a child who looks a bit childish. The child is wearing a very special light armor. The light armor is covered with small flying knives. Looking from a distance, he can't see it carefully.
Looking like a child, all he can see is a bunch of walking flying knives.
There are four people, but why are there only three standing? That's because there is one person lying on the ground. He is a young man who looks to be in his twenties, holding an ordinary knife, his eyes closed,
Snoring like thunder.
"Four Great Sword Kings!" Feng Yuli, who had not spoken for a long time, slowly said these four words.
"Any sect in the Jianghu is strong because the people in this sect are strong. If you drive away all the strong people, Master Feng Er, the Tianxiao Cloud Realm will no longer be the Tianxiao Cloud Realm. If we are all here, Tianshu
"Tang, no one from Tianshui Villa can enter this mountain gate." The burly man slashed his long sword across the sword, and no one among the disciples of Tianshu Hall dared to move forward.
Under Feng Yuhan, the great lord of Tianxiaoyun Realm, there are four great sword kings, each mastering four strange swords, with unfathomable martial arts. They have been assisting Feng Yuhan to guard the safety of Tianxiaoyun Realm over the years. Their stories are unfolding in the world.
There are widespread rumors in Ze Mansion. For example, there is a legend about the young man who fell asleep on the ground and killed more than thirty underworld masters who were trying to sneak into the cloud realm. The burly man blocking the road now is Yun Mengze.
The heir to the big leader of the Thirteenth Road Water Gang, the name of the sword in his hand is very simple and domineering, it is called "Heng Dao". After Feng Yuhan disappeared, the four great sword kings came down one after another because of their discord with Feng Yuli, so
The other two factions dared to go up the mountain in such a big way, but they didn't expect that they would also come back at the same time as Feng Yuhan came back.
The burly man said loudly: "Don't say much, just three words. Don't let me pass!"
No one among the Tianshu Hall disciples dared to move forward, no one dared to speak.
Feng Yuhan took a few steps forward: "Su Baiyi, do what you want to do. For the rest, at least in this cloud realm, I can help you take care of it now."
Liu Duohan turned around: "Master Feng, is this really true?"
Feng Yuhan looked surprised, as if he had heard a very funny joke: "When you killed me together that day, why didn't you ask yourself, are you really serious?"
Liu Duohan's expression changed slightly and he said nothing.
"Don't worry, I will take your revenge." Feng Yuhan put his hands in his sleeves and curled his lips.
The disciples of Tianshu Hall have been stopped by the four great sword kings. Liu Duohan was afraid of Feng Yuhan's intimidation and did not dare to move rashly. Su Baiyi raised the long sword, leaned down and looked at Mu Bei who was unable to move underground, and suddenly smiled: "
My master once told me that life is the most precious thing in the world, and no one is qualified to take away another person's life. But right now I really want to chop off your head with a knife. The great justice that master said
, and the small path of justice in my heart, I haven't decided which one to follow. But at least, you shouldn't have another chance to do evil!" Su Baiyi swung his long knife and cut off the tendons of Mu Bei's hands, and then
He put the long sword back into its sheath and swung it with one palm, trying to break all his air valves. In this way, Mu Bei would be unable to practice martial arts for the rest of his life.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Su Baiyi.
The figure was so fast that no one in the field could see it clearly!
Only Feng Yuhan felt the familiar aura, and his face sank: "It's him!"
The man wore a bamboo hat and stopped in front of Su Baiyi. Then he stretched out his finger and flicked Su Baiyi's forehead, and then sent Su Baiyi flying out. Su Baiyi flipped in the air and landed on the ground.
A dozen steps away, he raised his head and said, "Who are you!"
The man took off his bamboo hat, revealing his handsome but pale and expressionless face: "We finally meet, Su Baiyi."
"Hand of the Heavenly Palace, Bai Ji Le." Su Baiyi had never seen this person before, but he could guess the identity of the person in front of him at a glance.
"Nice to meet you." Bai Jile lowered his head slightly.