Chapter 449 Wen Shiba's Sword

Wen Shiba was about to rush into the pavilion and fight Fang Bai, but was blocked by ghost hands.

"Depending on you, you are not worthy to fight with my master!"

The ghost hand looked at Wen Shiba contemptuously, and said mockingly: "You don't even deserve to fight me!"

Wen Shiba is a very talented young man, but he is also an extremely proud young man. In the past 30 years, all he has heard are praises and flattery, and he has hardly encountered any setbacks or tribulations, so much so that his He developed a narcissistic mentality of "I am the number one master of the younger generation in the secular ancient martial arts world".

But now, not only was he, the number one master of the younger generation, despised by Fang Bai, but even his apprentice dared to mock him, so Wen Shiba was completely enraged.

"court death!"

Wen Shiba's eyes were bloodshot, and with a loud roar, his figure suddenly rose into the air, and his legs kicked towards the ghost's hand like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Also a beginner martial artist at the Xuan level, Wen Shiba wanted to be crushed with one blow and teach the ghost hand a severe lesson, so he didn't retain any strength between his shots.

His legs infused with true energy, when kicked out in a row, the wind roared, swift and fierce, and the momentum seemed unstoppable.

The full-strength blow of a Xuan-level junior warrior is astonishing. If it were another warrior of the same realm, he would never dare to take Wen Shiba's blow easily, but might choose to avoid its edge.

However, the ghost hand has no fear at all. As a beginner of Xuan level, he has a combat power far exceeding that of warriors of the same level. Facing Wen Shiba's powerful blow, he only has disdain in his eyes.

Bang——

The ghost hand punched, adhering to Fang Bai's simple and rough style, and the punch directly smashed into the shadows of Wen Shiba's legs.

Wen Shiba let out a muffled snort, and the chic movement of kicking his legs in a row stopped abruptly in the air, as if the wheel of a bicycle speeding at high speed was suddenly inserted into a steel pipe. If he hadn't withdrawn his move in time and reacted quickly enough, he would have It fell directly from the air to the ground, and fell completely.

Even so, after he landed, his legs were in burning pain, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps away before barely standing still, looking very embarrassed.

"Come on! Continue!"

The ghost hand hooked Wen Shiba, who was still standing still, with a playful expression on his face.

Wen Shiba did not start the second attack immediately.

One move failed to achieve the expected goal, but encountered setbacks, Wen Shiba unexpectedly calmed down.

His eyes were like poisonous snakes fixed on the palms of the ghost hand that looked as gentle as jade and more feminine than a woman, his eyes flickered.

"You are strong!"

Wen Shiba looked at the ghost hand solemnly, and said solemnly: "You are the first opponent worthy of my sword among your peers!"

He didn't see any big moves, but with a random shake of his right hand, a soft sword appeared in his hand.

The sword is three feet long, with a faint cold glow, and with a light shake, the soft and sharp sword swims like a snake, as if it wants to choose someone to eat.

With the long sword in hand, Wen Shiba seemed to be a different person, the original anger disappeared, replaced by a terrifying calmness.

At this moment, Wen Shiba is the sword, and the sword is Wen Shiba. He has already approached the highest level of swordsmanship that the warrior said "the combination of man and sword".

As for the ghost hand, still with contempt on his face, he dismissed Wen Shiba.

In the eyes of Gui Shou, Wen Shiba is not an opponent who can make him go all out.

The ghost hand's target was the only one on the scene who possessed high-level profound strength, and that was Wen Xiangxin, the current owner of Yanyu Building.

"In terms of fists and kicks, I don't think I'm as good as you. Now... take out your weapons, let's see how high you are on weapons!"

Wen Shiba's fingers passed over the sword lightly, as if stroking his beloved woman, a rare tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Warriors who use swords are not scary, but warriors who are obsessed with swords are terrible.

A sword idiot would even dedicate his whole life to the way of swordsmanship. Such a person must have amazing attainments in swordsmanship.

Seeing Wen Shiba's hand stroking the soft sword in a state of infatuation, it seems that he has the tendency to become a sword idiot.

It's no wonder why Qin Yaoluo deliberately mentioned the name "Wen Shiba" just now, because he has practiced the eighteen-stroke sword style inherited by his family to the point of perfection, which is very powerful.

Qin Ling on the side looked at Wen Shiba who was holding a sword in his hand, with a solemn expression and a secret shock in his heart.

He found that at this time, Wen Shiba's human sword seemed to be integrated into one body. No matter the sword in his hand or his people, they all exuded a sharp and sharp aura like a sword light, which made people dare not approach.

"This Wen Shiba really has the capital to be proud of. If I fight against him, I won't be sure of winning!"

Thinking of this, Qin Ling couldn't help but glance at Fang Bai who was standing next to his daughter again, thinking that this young man is considered a genius, and his strength is a bit stronger than Wen Shiba, but how can he be a casual cultivator? The Yanyu Tower, full of masters and masters, contended?

This time, the two of them, master and apprentice, had angered Yanyulou. Even if they could get out of Qin's house safely, they would face endless troubles in the future, and their lives might be in danger.

There are secular laws in the world, and the ancient martial arts world has the rules of the ancient martial arts world.

Both Yanyulou and Fang Bai's master and apprentice are warriors. Once there is a grievance between the two sides, they will naturally act in accordance with the rules of the ancient martial arts world, and resolve the grievance through martial arts.

The current battle between the two sides is not to resolve their personal grievances, but for Qin Yaoluo's marriage, and because they are in the Qin family's manor, life and death will not be seen as true.

But once the two parties leave the gate of the Qin family, they have nothing to worry about.

If the four members of the Wen family in Yanyulou hated Fang Bai's master and apprentice deeply, and wanted to get rid of them quickly, then they would be four against two, and it would be very difficult for Fang Bai's master and apprentice to escape.

Although Qin Ling valued Fang Bai quite a lot and wanted to help him, but he didn't dare to offend Yanyulou.

Everyone at the scene was looking at Guishou and Wen Shiba who were confronting each other. Some had solemn faces, some were nervous, and Fang Bai was the only one with a smile at the corner of his mouth, calm and calm.

"Do you still need weapons to deal with you? My pair of fists are enough!"

The ghost hand raised his arms, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and said proudly.

"Then I'll cut off your fists!"

Wen Shiba's pupils suddenly contracted, and his aura soared into the sky, and the soft sword in his hand also stabbed out at this moment.

With the movement of the sword, he crossed the distance of several meters between him and the ghost hand with only one step. The soft sword came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, drew a phantom, and swallowed towards the fist of the ghost hand like lightning.

This sword is swift, fierce, and precise, and has the essence of swordsmanship. As long as the reaction of the ghost hand is slow, it is impossible to keep a pair of fists. (PS: Ask for votes!)