Wen Shibai was about to rush into the pavilion and fight Fang Bai, but was blocked by the ghost hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"With you, you are not worthy of doing it with my master!"

The ghost hand looked at Wen Shibai contemptuously, and said with a mocking expression: "Even fight me, you are not worthy!"

Wen Shibai is a very talented young man, but he is also an extremely proud young man, in the past thirty years, all he has heard in his ears are praise and praise, and he has hardly encountered any setbacks and tribulations, so that he has a narcissistic mentality of "I am the first master of the young generation in the secular ancient martial arts world".

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

"Look for death!"

Wen Shiba's eyes were bloodshot, he roared, his body suddenly rose into the air, and his legs kicked towards the ghost hand like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

is also a Xuan-level beginner-level martial artist, Wen Shibai wants to be defeated with one blow and give the ghost hand a hard lesson, so he did not retain any strength between shots.

The legs that were infused by him with Zhenyuan, the wind whistled when the chain kicked out, fast and fierce, and the momentum seemed to be unstoppable.

The full force of the Xuan-level beginner martial artist was amazingly powerful, and if he was replaced by other martial artists of the same realm, he would never dare to easily shake Wen Eighteen's blow, but might choose to avoid his edge.

However, the ghost hand was not afraid at all, as a Xuan-level beginner realm, he had a combat power far beyond that of a martial artist of the same level, and in the face of Wen Eighteen's powerful blow, he only had disdain in his eyes.

Bang -

The ghost hand punched, adhering to Fang Bai's simple and rough style, and smashed directly into the leg shadow conjured by Wen Eighteen's legs with one punch,

Wen Eighteen snorted, and the chic action of the chain kicking of his legs stopped abruptly in the air, as if the wheel of the bicycle in the high-speed speed was suddenly inserted into a steel pipe.

Despite this, after he landed, the pain in his legs was unbearable, and he stumbled back seven or eight paces away, and only then did he barely stand up, looking very embarrassed.

"Come on!"

The ghost hand hooked his hand towards Wen Shiba, who had not yet stood firmly, with a playful expression on his face.

Wen XVIII did not immediately begin a second attack.

One move failed to achieve the expected goal, but suffered a setback, and Wen Shibai unexpectedly calmed down.

His eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at the palms of the ghost hands that looked as warm as jade, more feminine than a woman, and his eyes flickered.

"You're strong!"

Wen Shibai looked at the ghost hand with a solemn face, and said solemnly: "You are the first opponent among your peers who is worthy of my sword!"

I didn't see any big movements from him, but with a casual shake of his right hand, a soft sword had already appeared in his hand.

The sword was three feet long, faintly exhaling a cold glow, and with a slight shake, the soft and sharp sword body swam like a snake, as if it was about to choose someone to devour.

With the long sword in hand, Wen Eighteen was like a different person, the original anger disappeared, replaced by a terrifying calmness.

At this moment, Wen Eighteen is the sword, and the sword is Wen Eighteen, and he is close to the supreme realm of swordsmanship that the martial artist said is "the unity of man and sword".

And the ghost hand is still contemptuous, disdainful of Wen Shiba.

In the eyes of the ghost hand, Wen Shibai is not an opponent who can make him go all out at all.

The target of the ghost hand is the only strong person on the scene who has Xuan-level high-level strength, that is, Wen Xiangxin, the contemporary owner of Yanyu Building.

"When it comes to fists and feet, I think I'm not as good as you, now ...... Take out your weapons, let's see how high and low we are in our weapons!"

Wen Eighteen fingers caressed the sword, as if caressing his beloved woman, and a rare trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

A warrior with a sword is not terrible, but it is terrible for a warrior who is obsessed with a sword.

A sword idiot will even dedicate his life to swordsmanship, such a person's attainments in swordsmanship must be very amazing.

Looking at Wen Eighteen stroking the soft sword in his hand, he seemed to have a tendency to become a sword idiot.

It's no wonder that Qin Yourao deliberately mentioned the origin of the name "Wen Eighteen" just now, because the eighteen sword styles inherited by his family were practiced by him 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 Eighteen, the human sword seemed to be integrated, whether it was the sword in his hand or his people, it was permeated with a sharp and sharp momentum like a sword, which made people dare not approach.

"This Wen Eighteen really has the capital he is proud of. If I fight him, I can't be sure of winning!"

Thinking of this, Qin Ling couldn't help but glance at Fang Bai who was standing beside his daughter again, thinking that even if this young man was a genius and a little stronger than Wen Eighteen, how could he compete with Yanyulou, which was full of talents and masters, even if he was a casual cultivator?

This time, the two of them had already angered Yanyulou, even if they could get out of the Qin family safely, they would face endless troubles in the future, and if they didn't get it right, they would have to worry about their lives.

The secular world has secular laws, and the ancient martial world has the rules of the ancient martial world.

Yanyulou and Fang Bai's master and apprentice are both martial artists, once the two sides have grievances, they naturally have to act in accordance with the rules of the ancient martial arts world, and resolve grievances through competition, without resentment in life and death.

Now the battle between the two sides is not to solve the personal grudge between them, but for Qin's enchanting marriage, plus being in the Qin family's manor, so he will not see the truth in life and death.

But once the two sides left the gate of the Qin family, they had no scruples.

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

Although Qin Ling valued Fang Bai a lot and had the heart to help him, he didn't dare to offend Yanyulou, and he couldn't help but regret it while sighing.

Everyone at the scene was looking at the ghost hand and Wen Shibai in the confrontation, some had solemn faces, some people looked nervous, and only Fang Bai was alone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the wind was light.

"To deal with you, you still need weapons?

Ghost Hand raised his arms, clenched them into fists in front of his chest, and said proudly.

"Then I'll cut off your fists!"

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

He followed the movement of the sword, and in just one step, he crossed the distance of several meters from the ghost hand, and the soft sword was like a poisonous snake out of the hole, drawing a phantom shadow, and devouring the fist of the ghost hand like lightning.

This sword, fast, sharp, and accurate, has won the essence of swordsmanship, as long as the reaction of the ghost hand is slow, a pair of fists will not want to be saved. (PS: Asking for votes!) (To be continued.) )