Chapter 71

The white birds fly alone, the crows in the evening note, and the misty haze locks the garrison.

In the three-storey hotel, smoke billows, and from time to time there are bursts of roars that stir the nerves of others.

The hotel staff had long since evacuated, with expressions of pain and shock written on their faces.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu didn't dare to stay inside for a while. It was true that the battle between the two had already reached its peak, and if one was not careful, they might be involved in the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Xiao Wu clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, and her beautiful eyes like autumn water waved with a worried look.

"Little San, do you think my brother will be okay?"

Tang San didn't speak. It should be said that he doesn't have time to talk to Xiao Wu at all. His eyes were filled with noble purple meaning, and he was staring at the battle between Yang Ming and Dai Mubai. He didn't dare to be distracted and miss this match. Any little detail of the battle was an irreparable loss for him.

"Roar!"

Dai Mubai Yangtian roared angrily, posing as if he wanted to repeat the old technique, and once again cast the white tiger fierce light wave.

As he expected, Yang Ming was deceived by his bluff and raised his giant flame to block in front of him.

The flaming hand with the thick bearing column blocked Yang Ming's field of vision, preventing him from seeing it. Dai Mubai immediately closed his mouth, and his muscular calf shrank and contracted, and a powerful impact suddenly erupted, causing Dai Mubai to The speed of Baibu's body was extremely fast, and he only saw a dark shadow passing by.

A head of black and white hair flutters, and the evil eyes are condensed with bloodthirsty eyes.

Dai Mubai was like a tiger at the top of the food chain in nature. When he circled half a circle and came to Yang Ming's side, he flew over like a tiger, and the hooks that popped out from his ten fingertips burst out with pale sharp edges. Easily tear apart a piece of steel.

near.

closer.

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't move, as if he hadn't reacted yet, a look of joy flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes.

As long as his claws touch Yang Ming, the battle will end!

But at the next moment, Dai Mubai suddenly saw that Yang Ming suddenly looked back and smiled, a row of teeth gleaming.

Suddenly, Dai Mubai became alert, his waist exerted force, and he turned abruptly halfway.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of a sharp weapon ripping through the air came into his ears, and Dai Mubai's evil eyes shrank suddenly, instinctively accumulating spirit power to protect his body.

The bright green lotus sword light slashed down and slashed across Dai Mubai's right arm. Due to the transformation state of the White Tiger King Kong was still there, Dai Mubai's arm was as hard as plaster, and the sword edge slashed across. There was a lot of fire in between, making an unpleasant and harsh sound like a fingernail scraping a blackboard.

Even so, the mysterious sword still left a shallow bloodstain, and the bloodstain went all the way to the shoulder along the back of the palm.

From the wound, there was a constant hot taste, and blood was spilling out.

Dai Mubai covered the wound and looked down, secretly surprised.

If it wasn't for his timely response, I'm afraid this sword would not have landed on his arm, but had swiped directly across his chest, and he would have been embarrassed by then. A twenty-fifth-level great soul master, to be injured, is a shameful thing in itself.

Although he was injured, Dai Mubai's evil eyes showed not anger and hatred, but a special light.

That is a kind of enthusiasm to meet the opponent, and he is full of fiery fighting spirit.

"Your sword, very quickly, how did you do it?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming raised the corner of his mouth.

"you guess?"

Of course, Yang Ming wouldn't tell him that for every 10 people killed by the killer knife, the attack speed would increase by 1%.

Counting it down, Yang Ming has killed at least 300 people so far, which means that his attack speed has been increased by 30%, and the speed of his sword is naturally fast.

There is a saying that is good, the world's martial arts can only be broken quickly.

In addition to using the Soul Skill Flame Demon Body to block the white tiger's blazing light waves, Yang Ming only used the Qinglian Sword Art, relying on the sharpness of the mysterious sword, enough for Dai Mubai to drink a pot, Dai Mubai could only Use the soul skill White Tiger Barrier to protect important parts.

Of course, Yang Ming is also very clear in his heart that this alone cannot establish a victory.

After all, the gap between the Soul Master and the Great Soul Master is there. Dai Mubaiguang is physical, strength, physique, speed, and endurance. He is superior to Yang Ming in all aspects, and his soul power is also more than Yang Ming. Going down will only be detrimental to Yang Ming.

Stepping on the ghosts and shadows, Yang Ming walked in the center of the battlefield, his long sword swaying like a dragon.

The moment his wrists relaxed, the energy swam from his waist through his arms to his wrists. With his elbows slightly bent and raised, the moment his shoulders sank, Yang Ming hit Dai Mubai's chest with a sword.

A sharp Qinglian sword qi shot out, Dai Mubai roared angrily, and activated the spirit ability White Tiger to protect the body, the sword qi "dinged" and bounced off his hard chest.

What followed was the tip of the mysterious sword. Dai Mubai folded his hands together, intending to imitate the masters. will fall into his hands.

Seeing that Dai Mubai was about to succeed, the corner of Yang Ming's mouth raised a playful arc.

Qinglian sword song!

Under Dai Mubai's dumbfounded gaze, Yang Ming disappeared on the spot, turning into five sword lights like training, each sword light like a door panel.

Dai Mubai's original trick with empty gloves turned into a stupid move. The moment his hands were folded together, his body also revealed a large blank, all of which were flaws!

The five sword lights slashed at one place at the same time, and with the sharpness of the mysterious sword, they directly broke through the double defense of the soul skill White Tiger Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation, accompanied by a tearing sound.

A bloody arrow shot out!

The sword qi reunited, Yang Ming appeared, fell behind Dai Mubai, and slowly retracted the sword into the sheath.

Dai Mubai lowered his head and glanced at it. A rhinoceros-length sword mark slashed from his left shoulder all the way to the right kidney and stopped. The wound was an inch deep, and blood was continuously flowing.

This kind of injury was not serious for Dai Mubai.

But, for him, it was already a defeat.

Even if the dignified Soul Venerable didn't hurt a great Spirit Master, he did get hurt over and over again. If he continued to entangle him, even if he won, Dai Mubai himself wouldn't be able to lose face!

Dai Mubai turned around slowly, staring at Yang Ming who also turned around, as if to imprint his face firmly in his mind.

"Your name is Yang Ming, that's the name, right?"

"Um."

"Very good." Dai Mubai and Yang Ming passed by, the martial spirit was withdrawn, and the black and white hair color returned to golden, without looking back: "I remember this name, if there is a chance, I will Let's talk to you again."

When discussing the two words, Dai Mubai bit hard, obviously holding a grudge for today's result.

Yang Ming flicked the scabbard with his fingers and chuckled lightly:

"No matter how many times you come, I will stay with you until the end."

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