One finger of the Great Sword, the mighty Xuan Qi suddenly released, “If you want to force Muang to marry you, then step over my corpse! ”

Guests in the room were shocked.

Close to Baiyi Chen, even more so, Cesar trembled, "This… is the pressure of the heavenly peak, no, not just the heavenly peak, just one step away, but the innate. ”

In just a few months, Bai Yichen's cultivation, from the heavenly high rank at the first sight of Mu Yan, was promoted to the peak of the heavenly rank, only one line away from the innate.

“Since the first day of martial arts, when has it grown to this point? This gift is no worse than the Snow Princess of Jing Orange! ”

“Yes! How old is Baek Yee Chen now? Definitely less than 30, right? Such a young peak of heaven, when you really haven't seen it, you've never heard of it! ”

Wang Sen looked coldly at the wound on his arm and then slowly fell on Baiyichen. "Okay! If you want to die yourself, no wonder you're the king! ”

“Nie Zheng--! ”

King Jin ordered it.

Nie Zheng suddenly flew out of the crowd and led more than a dozen people in black, surrounding Baiyi Chen Group.

The wedding banquet, turning your eyes into a battlefield where you die and I live.

A sword of Baiyichen, danced like a wind.

Nie Zheng, a heavenly peak, plus more than a dozen heavenly masters, can't help but be alone for a moment.

The atmosphere on the scene is almost breathless.

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

The qi in your body is consumed a little, and you can barely lift the sword in your hand.

Nie Zheng's heart secretly said that an opportunity had come, and the palms of his hands sent out silently.

“Ah--!!” Luo Beiyu screamed, reminding Baiyichen.

But it was still a step late. Thorns penetrated Baiyichen's abdomen. Blood poured out like money, instantly staining the red and white clothes.

A few guests here have not heard the name of Dustless Swordsman Baiyichen.

Such a young man is handsome, and a few people don't like him.

It is unbearable to see this scene.

Luo Beiyu rolled down directly from the stool and cried loudly and badly as he wriggled his body, trying to climb over to Baiyichen and Muyan.

Nie Zheng looked at the thorns in Baiyichen's abdomen and laughed: “Baiyichen, you have today! ”

He had already seen this new white face. What was the first day of martial arts? It was just a joke.

Today is not the day to die in his hands...

Suddenly, Nie Zheng's laughter stopped.

Because he saw a man across the street, handsome and pale in the face, slowly pulling a ridiculous smile.

When he didn't have time to figure out what that smile meant, he felt a powerful wind coming from his ear.

A murmur, a severe pain coming from the extremities.

Nie Zheng opened his eyes violently and tried to make a terrible scream, but could only watch his hands and feet fly out, blood splattered.

“Ahhhh -!!” The scream finally broke through the sky.

In a brief breath, everyone saw Baiyichen's sword suddenly flying away.

Fly like lightning to Nie Zheng.

Immediately afterwards, the blood splattered and the limbs flew apart, Nie Zheng's hands and feet were severed and he became a complete cripple.

The whole scene was silent.

Nie Zheng wriggled his crippled body, tears streaming down his face, and wriggled his body to the King Jin for help. “My lord, help me... help me... I don't want to die...”