Outside Wan'an Temple, Wang Baobao and Zhao Min, who were leading a group of soldiers to leave, suddenly heard a huge noise coming from the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda. Everyone looked back and saw a commotion.
"Look, what is that?"
"Oh my god, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda is actually lifted in the air!"
"Is this a deity from the Central Plains descending to earth?"
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The soldiers were all talking and talking.
Zhao Min looked at the two light pillars against the Thousand Buddha Pagoda and was stunned for a moment.
On the side, Wang Baobao was shaken all over and his face was extremely shocked, "Is this... is this still a human being..."
"No, I want to go take a look!" Zhao Min suddenly said something incomprehensible, turned around and ran towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
"Minmin..." Wang Baobao had quick eyesight and pulled her back, "Minmin, what are you doing? It's very dangerous inside now."
"I want to go back and see if he...are those people dead?" Zhao Min looked a little evasive and stuttered slightly.
"Minmin, are you hiding something from me?" Wang Baobao asked strangely.
Zhao Min calmed down and said with a natural expression: "No, after all, I captured the six major sects with my own hands. If I let them run away, wouldn't my work be in vain, and I might be blamed by the emperor!"
"Really?" Wang Baobao stared at Zhao Min suspiciously for a few times. After a while, he smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, sister. I have informed my father to send a large army to surround Wan'an Temple. I will never let him go."
A fish that slipped through the net!"
"No, I won't worry if you don't go and take a look!" Zhao Min shook his head and said.
"Don't you fall in love with that person?" Wang Baobao suddenly asked with a half-smile.
"Brother!" A blush flashed across Zhao Min's face, and she snorted, "Brother, what are you talking about? How could I... how could I like him?"
Although Wang Baobao didn't see the strangeness on Zhao Min's face clearly, he could hear the unnaturalness in her tone, and there was a small trap in his question just now. If Zhao Min was normal, he would definitely not fall for it.
When he thought that his sister actually fell in love with the archenemy of the Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao's face darkened, "Minmin, you'd better give up on this idea as soon as possible. It's impossible for you two to be together."
Zhao Min's delicate body trembled slightly, a flash of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she still said: "I have my own sense of discretion, let me go!"
Seeing Zhao Min's cold expression, Wang Baobao instinctively retracted his hand and let go of her. Wang Baobao was not afraid of anything in the Ruyang Palace, but he was afraid that his sister would lose her temper, so his momentum weakened for a while.
"Minmin, Mingjiao has a sworn feud with Ruyang Palace and Dayuan. That Zhang Wuji is the leader of Mingjiao. Do you think my father will let him live in the world?"
The reason why he suspected that Zhao Min liked Zhang Wuji was because someone broke into the backyard of Prince Ruyang's Mansion that night and was protected by Zhao Min. After some investigation afterwards, Prince Ruyang put the biggest suspicion on Zhang Wuji. After all, the whole city was like this
The only person who quietly broke into Ruyang Prince's Mansion and could still be related to Zhao Min was the young and promising Zhang Wuji.
Zhao Min couldn't help but froze for a moment, his eyes widened, and after a while he murmured: "What if it's someone else?"
"If it's someone else, as long as Minmin likes it, I will never object!" Wang Baobao replied without thinking.
Zhao Min immediately beamed, "This is what you said, don't go back on it!"
"No……"
Before the word "regret" came out of his mouth, Wang Baobao suddenly paused. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked by his sister again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Minmin, can you tell me who you like now?"
"Humph, I won't tell you!" Zhao Min turned around and snorted, raised his chin slightly, and stretched out his hand in front of Wang Baobao, "Give me my sword back!"
"I'm really scared of you!" Wang Baobao sighed helplessly, waving his hand to summon two soldiers. The soldiers held a simple and exquisite sword in their hands, but it was the Yitian Sword.
Zhao Min took the Yitian Sword, and with a movement of his body, he jumped towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
Wang Baobao stood there with a gloomy look on his face for a while, and finally gave the order: "Let's go back too!"
At this time, dozens of feet away from the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, two figures, one red and one white, moved rapidly and collided with each other. The sword energy was everywhere around them, their palms were rolling, and explosions were heard in the air.
The two seem to be equally matched, but if there is an expert here, they will definitely be able to see that the sword energy of the white figure is always suppressed by the palm power of the red figure, and they are already at a disadvantage.
These two people were naturally Bai Mei and Ba Siba. Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound, and their bodies separated as soon as they touched each other, and each jumped back a few steps.
But at this time, I saw that Pasiba's yellow and red monk's robe had already torn several holes, and his face was a little less precious, and a little more angry.
And the old man with white eyebrows has a silver beard and white hair, long eyebrows, and his white clothes are spotless. At some point, there is a long sword in his hand. The silver light flashes, the sword aura is awe-inspiring, and the whole person stands there, flowing out of the dust, exactly like
The legendary swordsman.
Previously, Zhang Sanfeng and Bai Mei teamed up to fight against Ba Si Ba at the top of the tower. Ba Si Ba was once at a disadvantage. Later, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was blown down. The three masters immediately moved the battlefield and fought from the top of the tower to the ground. Bai Mei and Zhang San Feng were worried about the disciples of their sect.
, the two of them had a tacit understanding and immediately decided that one of them would hold Pa Siba while the other would rescue others.
Baimei was naturally the one who stayed behind to hold Basiba back. Although his martial arts was slightly inferior to Basiba, with all his strength, Basiba couldn't defeat him in a short period of time. That's when the scene in front of him occurred.
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Pasiba raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, a look of surprise flashed across his face, "That kid didn't die, and he could even withstand the force of falling tens of thousands of kilograms. How on earth did he do it!
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Baimei's face was calm, but there was a storm in his heart. When the Thousand Buddha Pagoda collapsed earlier, he was already disheartened, thinking that the Emei Sect would be buried here.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Murong Fu, whom I had always disliked, who turned the tide and saved the Emei people. For a moment, I was extremely shocked, "What kind of freak is this kid..."
After looking at it for a long time, Pasiba suddenly took a step forward, brushed past Bai Mei, and jumped straight towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.
"Hmph! You don't take me seriously!" Baimei snorted, and the long sword flew out of his hand with a "swipe" and hit Ba Siba's vital parts.
Pasiba turned around in the air and avoided the sword.
Baimei didn't move, and he made a strange sword trick in his hand. He saw that the long sword made a bend with a "whoosh", and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and instantly divided into eight identical "long swords".
The white light is blinding.
After a few "chichi" sounds, the eight long swords instantly turned into eight white bolts and slashed towards Pasiba.
"This is definitely not an ordinary sword energy!"
Thoughts flashed through Ba Siba's mind, and he was immediately frightened. However, he was in the air and had nowhere to borrow his strength. He immediately twisted his waist, his hands and legs twisted irregularly, and while dodging the long sword, he moved to the right out of thin air.
He jumped a few feet and barely avoided the remaining sword.
The sword technique in Bai Mei's hand changed, and the long sword in the air paused slightly, then changed its direction with a "whoosh" and stabbed Pasiba from all directions.
Ba Siba had no choice but to kick forward with his right foot and use the strength to move back. Bai Mei stretched out his hand and made a move. The eight long swords swayed slightly and merged into one again, slowly returning to Bai Mei's hand.
If Murong Fu were here, he would be extremely shocked, because Bai Mei's technique of controlling the sword through the air is like moving clouds and flowing water, as natural as he wants. It is completely different from the legendary sword control technique. It is not at all formed by using the Beiming Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe.
"Swordsmanship" is comparable.
All this is a long story, but it only took two breaths from Pasiba's departure to the time he returned to the same place again.
"Sword-controlling skills?" Ba Siba looked at Bai Mei in astonishment. The swordsmanship used by the opponent just now cannot be judged by common sense. Apart from the rumored sword-controlling skills, he really can't think of any swordsmanship in the world that can control a sword across the air like this.
Already.
"I don't dare, it's just superficial!" Baimei replied noncommittally, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Ba Siba with a look of determination on his face.
Just kidding, people will cherish it more when they find it again. Now that he saw the hope of the Emei Sect again, he would definitely not give Pasiba any chance to take advantage of it.
Ba Siba glanced at Bai Mei and frowned slightly, "I am just curious about how that boy did this. Don't you want to see it?"
Bai Mei's brows moved slightly, as if he was a little moved, but then he shook his head without saying a word.
Pa Siba sighed, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, I have done my best so far. There is no need to stop you from saving people."
Things have priorities, Bai Mei said in her heart that it was impossible not to be curious, but letting Pasiba pass was absolutely impossible, and he immediately said coldly: "It is absolutely impossible to let you go!"
"Humph, it depends on whether you have this ability!" Basiba snorted angrily, raised his steps slightly, and disappeared from the spot.
Bai Mei raised his eyebrows, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword flew out on its own, spinning rapidly around him. Every time it turned, an additional sword shadow appeared. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by
There are more than a dozen sword shadows hovering, and the area covered is getting wider and wider.
Ba Siba's figure flashed about a few feet to the left of Bai Mei. The next moment, a fiery red and fierce palm print appeared out of thin air and struck Bai Mei very quickly.
Baimei pointed the sword finger of his right hand towards the palm print, and the sword shadow beside him immediately split into half and slashed out from the left side.
With a "poof" sound, Ba Siba's palm print was instantly cut into seven or eight pieces, but strangely, the palm force remained concentrated and changed directions in the air. After a while, it was divided into several smaller palm prints.
I took pictures of them from different angles and different sizes.
Baimei's face changed slightly, as if he thought of something. Immediately, his hands blurred, and the sword tactics in his hands began to change rapidly. A clear "buzzing" sound sounded, and the sword shadows around him shuttled rapidly through the air. The sword energy flowed, as if intertwined into a big sheet.
Internet, but there are many loopholes in the Internet.
"Hey, it turns out it's really just a little bit of scratching the surface," Pasiba chuckled. The sound came from all directions, making it difficult to identify the direction. "But I admire you very much. The art of sword control has been lost for hundreds of years. There is no such thing in the world."
There are no mental secrets to practice, but you can actually practice it every day with your own talent. Even if it is just superficial, you are enough to be proud of the world!"
"Excuse me, my skills are poor, I don't deserve such praise from you!" Bai Mei looked indifferent, but there was a hint of arrogance in his tone. (To be continued)