415 Dustless Swordsman

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The long sword pointed at King Jin, and a powerful profound energy suddenly released, "If you want to force Muyan to marry you, then step over my corpse!"

All the guests present were shocked.

The one who is close to Bai Yichen is even more trembling, "This... This is the coercion of the peak of the sky, no, it is not only the peak of the sky, it is only one step away, it is innate."

In just a few months, Bai Yichen's cultivation level has been promoted from the high level of heaven when he first met with Mu Yan to the peak of heaven, which is only a thin line away from the innate.

"When did the first genius of Yanwu Continent grow to such a level. This talent is no worse than Princess Qianxue of Jingcheng Country!"

"Yeah! How old is Bai Yichen now? Definitely less than thirty, right? Such a young innate, I have never seen it before, I have never heard of it!"

Jin Wangsen looked at the wound on his arm with cold and gloomy eyes, and then slowly landed on Bai Yichen, "Okay! Since you are looking for death yourself, then you can't blame this king!"

"Nie Zheng—!"

King Jin gave an order.

Nie Zheng suddenly flew out of the crowd and led a dozen men in black to surround Bai Yichen.

The wedding banquet has turned into a battlefield of life and death in an instant.

Bai Yichen's sword danced like a gust of wind.

Nie Zheng, who is at the peak of the sky, plus more than a dozen masters of the sky, can't help Bai Yichen alone for a while.

The atmosphere at the scene was almost breathless.

One wound after another began to appear on Bai Yichen's body.

The profound energy in the body was consumed little by little, and the sword in his hand could hardly be lifted.

Nie Zheng secretly thought that an opportunity had come, and the thorns in his palm were quietly sent out.

"Ah-!!" Luo Beiyu screamed, reminding Bai Yichen.

But in the end, it was still a step too late. The thorns penetrated Bai Yichen's abdomen, and the blood gurgled out like he didn't want money, instantly dyeing the snow-white clothes red.

Several of the guests present had never heard the name of the dust-free swordsman Bai Yichen.

There are several people who do not admire such a young talent.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but look away unbearably.

Luo Beiyu even rolled down from the stool, screaming loudly and wriggling, trying to crawl towards Bai Yichen and Muyan.

Nie Zheng looked at the thorns in Bai Yichen's abdomen and laughed: "Bai Yichen, you have today too!"

He has long been disgusted by the face of this new comer. The first genius of Yanwu Continent is just a joke.

Today is not about to die at his hands...

Suddenly, Nie Zheng's laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a mocking smile slowly evoked on the handsome and pale face of the man opposite him.

Before he could figure out what the smile meant, he felt a strong wind blowing beside his ears.

There was a swishing sound, and a sharp pain came from the limbs.

Nie Zheng suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth to let out a shrill scream, but he could only watch his hands and feet fly out, blood splashing everywhere.

"Ahhhhh-!!" The scream finally broke through the sky.

In a short breath, everyone only saw that Bai Yichen's long sword, which had just been blown away, suddenly flew up by himself.

Flying towards Nie Zheng like lightning.

Immediately afterwards, blood splattered and stumps flew around, Nie Zheng's hands and feet were cut off, and he became a complete waste.

The whole place was silent.

Nie Zheng wriggled his mutilated body, tears streaming down his face, wriggling his body to ask King Jin for help, "My lord, save me... help me... I don't want to die..."

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