Chapter 415: Dust-free swordsman

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The long sword is one of the kings, and the powerful Xuanqi suddenly casts. "If you want to force Muyan to become close to you, then step on my body!"
The guests present were all shocked.
Close to Bai Yichen, it is even more shivering, "This... This is the pressure of the peak of the heavens, no, not just the peak of the heavens, only one step, is congenital."
In just a few months, Bai Yichen’s cultivation was promoted to the peak of the heavens from the high-level level of the first time with Mu Yan’s first sight, only one line away from the innate.
"When the first genius of the mainland was played, when has it grown to such a point. This talent can be no worse than the Snow Princess of Jingguoguo!"
"Yeah! Bai Yichen is only a few years old now? Absolutely less than thirty? Such a young innate, really unseen, unheard of!"
Jin Wangsen's cold and sullen eyes looked at the wound on his arm, and then slowly fell to Bai Yichen. "Good! Since you are looking for death yourself, then you can't blame this king!"
"Nie Zheng -!"
Jin Wang gave an order.
Nie Zheng suddenly flew out of the crowd, leading a dozen black people, surrounded by Bai Yichen.
The wedding banquet turned into a battlefield where you live and die.
Bai Yichen’s sword is like a blast.
Nie Zheng is a heavenly peak, plus a dozen days of masters, even a time can not be Bai Yichen alone.
The atmosphere at the scene is almost breathless.
On Bai Yichen's body, there was another wound.
The mysteriousness in the body is consumed a little bit, and the sword in the hand can hardly be lifted.
Nie Zhengxin’s secret passage came, and the palm of his hand was quietly sent out.
"Ah-!!" Luo Beiyu screamed, reminding Bai Yichen.
In the end, it was a step later. The thorns penetrated the belly of Bai Yichen. The blood was like a donkey, and the white clothes were instantly dyed with red.
Several of the guests present did not hear the name of the dust-free swordsman Bai Yichen.
Such young talents, and several people do not admire like.
Seeing this scene, I can't help but open my eyes.
Luo Beiyu rolled down directly from the stool, and while crying rough and screaming, he squirmed and wanted to climb over Bai Yichen and Mu Yan.
Nie Zheng looked at the thorns of Bai Yichen's abdomen, and laughed: "Bai Yichen, you have today!"
He has long seen that this new little white face is not pleasing to the eye. What is the first genius of the mainland, it is just a joke.
Today is not dying in his hands...
Suddenly, Nie Zheng’s laughter came to an abrupt end.
Because he saw, the opposite man, handsome and pale face, slowly evoke a mocking smile.
When he had no time to figure out what this smile meant, he felt a strong wind coming from his ear.
The snoring sounded, and a sharp pain came from all four limbs.
Nie Zheng slammed his eyes wide open, and his mouth wanted to make a scream of screaming, but he could only watch his hands and feet fly out, blood splashing.
"Ah, ah, ah!!" The screams finally broke through the clouds.
At the moment of short breathing, everyone saw that the long sword that Bai Yichen had just been flying suddenly flew up.
Fly like lightning to Nie Zheng.
Then, the blood splashed and the stumps flew, and Nie Zheng’s hands and feet were cut off, becoming a completely wasteful person.
The audience was silent.
Nie Zheng squirmed the broken body, his face shed tears and squirmed his body toward Jin Wang for help. "Wang, save me... save me... I don't want to die..."