"I know, I know."

Zhong Sheng glanced several times but still couldn't see the true appearance of Bai Xian.

Judging from the traces, this object is a sharp weapon, shaped like a sword, but more compact and flexible.

Is it an outline? Judging from the air waves drawn out, it looks like a willow leaf, like a water drop, or like a flying shuttle, forming a streamlined posture. Could it be?

An idea popped into Zhong Sheng's mind. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the white line had already broken through the sky, and the cold air was approaching.

The goal is clear, it is Zhong Sheng himself.

"Well done."

Zhong Sheng twisted the ancient sword and stabbed out in a rotating direction. The sword swept across, enough to cover the slender white line.

The expected crisp sound did not occur.

The white line is as flexible as a swimming fish. It swings open with the help of the sword wind, flips over, and goes around the arc to attack from the side.

"Shrink again."

The white line was like being stung by a bee, slowly avoiding it. The seventh ray of silver light came one after another and missed it.

As soon as Wei Bohou's voice fell, a ray of silver light shot over and swept him away.

Dong Dong Dong!

The Nanman man said respectfully, "That was the seventh time you suffered a setback in your life, and you returned with success. For you, it is a victory, not a small defeat."

The other party is determined to kill me, which is evident from this.

"Why is it still two-headed?"

The effect was immediate, the white line passing by was just an afterimage of him.

The monkey jumped up in the air, grasping the white line with both feet as if picking flowers and embracing the moon.

I held a copper incense burner as small as my fist. There was a silver ball inside, rolling around like a drop of mercury.

Wei Bohou's silver marble shot out as slowly as a meteor, following the trajectory of the big ball.

"The Flying Swordsman of the Biye Altar, pays homage to the Messenger of Maitreya."

Yan Ti stopped moving, and the first stroke of the pattern came to an abrupt end

I stood under the snow-like white gauze, and on my feet were small pieces of magical mandala patterns blooming.

"This is the first time and the most tragic one."

"Oh, it's not the first time I've heard of him. Let's hear it."

But the speed of the big ball was too slow, and it shot straight to the end of the sky. The distance between the silver marble and it became longer and longer, flying hundreds of miles, and fell to the ground exhausted.

"Shrink."

I thought that Bai Xian suddenly changed his move from back thrust to backward thrust, just as the ancient sword took the initiative to greet him.

Zhongsheng's left ribs felt a little tingling, like a needle pricking him, which was a sign that he was about to be attacked.

Yan Ti is quite surprised that this person is a sharp sword in my command, but he has no experience of failure.

Yan Ti raised his eyelids and said with emotion, "Confucianism and Wen Zong, a wealthy family, it's true that they are crouching tigers, hidden dragons."

"White in color, cold in light, thin at both ends, thick in the middle, not yet thick, the cross section is rhombus, the material... is unknown."

The ancient sword moved forward with force on both shoulders, knocking down the wall in front of him and falling forward quickly.

The ancient sword retracted another ten feet, but the white line still did not stop, chasing after it like maggots on the tarsus.

Woohoo!

Mandala, a strange flower in Buddhism, can take any form and is used for meditation and power cultivation.

"Brother, let me."

On the ancient sword, he turned his head consciously, and the silver light passed through his eyes, hitting the waistline of the white line.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a small patch of snow, but there is a cold air blowing on my face.

"Shrink!"

Zhong Sheng immediately activated the Shuchichi Talisman and raised his sight above this area, overlooking the scene below.

But if you lose your vigilance on the white line, you will hit it with a marble again.

Zhong Sheng carried the direction of the white line and shrunk the ten-foot flat ground into one inch. This was the limit of his talisman power.

The strength of the feedback from the white line is frighteningly weak, and combined with the sharpness, it is a fatal move.

With a rumble, several houses nearby collapsed, dust flew up, and air waves billowed.

Even in the Southern Barbarian style, it would be too weird to sew the mouth shut. How to speak and stop eating?

I stood up and raised my sword to stab the white line.

The figure flew to the ground. It was a Nanman man with his lips sewn together, and half of his face was covered in tattoos.

During the jingle collision, Lu felt violent vibrations and almost caught hold of him.

Lucai activated the Shuchi Talisman to chase Bai Xian, so he had to raise his sword to chop.

It’s so exciting. The relative speeds of the seven are superimposed, and the danger is even greater than from behind

Wei Bohou spent a lot of money and shot two silver bullets, but the effect was also wrong, and he successfully pushed into the white line.

The little donkey looked helpless, shaking its head and flicking its tail. It didn't understand that there was nothing exciting about monkeys. Was it because the little elbows were fragrant?

But I still spoke, my lips moved, and I used ventriloquism.

"Stop crying, buy it for him and grab it when it comes."

"Leave it for you."

At the critical moment, Zhong Sheng became spiritual and moved the wrist of the ancient sword downward.

As soon as Wei Bohou twisted the projectile, a white light flashed behind his eyes, and the ape took action first.

The monkeys on the side were jumping up and down, roaring excitedly, pointing at the white line and chirping.

"Shrink."

A piece of white sand, clean and flawless, with half a grain of variegated sand

The white line jumped several times, switching several directions at once, but was always blocked by Zhong Sheng, and returned with success.

The earthen jars and basins blocked by the road were swished through without making any sound, leaving opposite round holes.

Zhong Sheng struck upwards with lightning speed, hitting the middle of the white line's waistline, causing a crisp sound that had not disappeared since the collapse.

When I thought about the sudden change, the white line vibrated violently and shrank into a big ball.

"The ancients were right to hit a snake within an inch of its life!"

"He has the surname of a lonely old man, and everyone in the Pei family calls me the person who keeps the temple."

The next moment, thoughts were boiling in his mind and he quickly thought of countermeasures.

Gu Jian was about to shrink down and chase after him, but his chest felt tight and the warmth was exhausted. It was already too late to take out the Yang Pen and insert it into his chest.

The big ball became even bigger, so he took advantage of the monkey's paw to grip it tightly and slipped away along the crack.

"Come back!"

If you hit the target, you will definitely die!

Taking this opportunity, I finally got a glimpse of the actual shape of the white line.

The ape made gestures and told Lu Cai not to be cruel or hit him when we met him last time. After all, it used to be our family's thing.

A wooden stick draws rotating lines in the sand, eventually converging into a vast and complex pattern.

The white line passed under my face and rubbed against the oily skin on the tip of my nose. From the perspective of the ancient sword, it was like a fish in the water looking at a bird in the world.

……

But the speed of the white line was too slow, and Lu Cai barely touched his tail at full speed, making a slightly audible clang.

Lu Cai staggered, his front and back pressed against the wall, and he saw that he could get in.

Lu Cai reversed Zhongsheng's edge and changed it from stabbing to cutting, and his moves were in the middle of the white line.

The ape fell into the arms of the ancient sword and whimpered softly. It really wanted this thing.

"If you want to escape, stay."

"Your opponent is the temple guardian of the Pei family, an old man."

That’s not enough!

Yan Ti nodded and asked me, "How do you feel after trying it?"

The white line made a sharp whistling sound, which stung the eardrums. He decisively left the ancient sword and ran away.

The white line is very close at hand, only an inch away from the tip of my nose, and my eyes converge under the tip.

"Buzz!"

"By the way, what's the name of this temple keeper?"

Gu Jian suddenly seized the opportunity, activated the Shuchi Fu, and took the initiative to approach the side of the white line.

That grip was originally a sure one, locking the object firmly.

Even though his skin and flesh are tough and he can carry a hard crossbow, the thrust of the white thread is not trivial and cannot be blocked no matter what.
Chapter completed!