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The young man with the steel thorn head is named Bai Liuqing, and he was a proud figure who made brilliant achievements on the way home from the Bai family fifty years ago.
His journey home was particularly legendary. When he returned, no one followed him, but he entered the gate of the ancestral house by himself.
For three hundred years, he is the only disciple of the Bai family who has done it.
Now, there is finally a successor - Bai Xiaoqing.
After walking to the gate of the ancestral house, Bai Xiaoqing kept her eyes closed and meditated, but she had already cleared the customs.
Because back then, Bai Liuqing was soaked in blood, and when he reached the gate of the ancestral house, he couldn't take a step out, his strength was completely drained, and the blood flowed down his limbs and covered the white jade floor.
He almost fell to the ground, but was finally helped into the gate of the ancestral house.
"Everyone, don't look at me, the protagonists now are those two."
Bai Liuqing smiled and continued to stay at the door, looking particularly eye-catching.
At this time, not only the onlookers looked at him, but also Chen Wuxian and Mo Fei.
Uhit seems too eye-catching.
He realized it later, and then he knew his mistake and did not correct it.
Suddenly, in the ancestral house, an overwhelming aura swept over the sky, without any special light and shadow effects, but everyone couldn't open their eyes.
Just when he wanted to use his aura to resist, the inexplicable aura had disappeared.
Bai Liuqing also disappeared with the Qi machine, his lingering voice remained in the air: "I'll go, which old man is arresting people!?"
Hanging not far behind Chen Wuxi, Ada stared blankly at the gate of the Bai family ancestor's house, his face was full of regret, and he muttered: "That is also a master of swordsmanship, and I haven't seen him make a move."
In the courtyard, the cultivator of Huashen who was stationed in the ancestral house on duty buried Bai Liuqing in the flower garden next to him, leaving only one head to breathe.
This monk wears a jade crown on his head, black and white hair, and a youthful face that is more immature than a youth, with red lips and white teeth, and smooth skin.
He sighed and said, "It's been decades, and you haven't made any progress. Your cultivation has always been stuck at the bottleneck of the Golden Core Realm, and you're going to die everywhere in Baidi City every day when you have nothing to do. Do you really want to die?"
"Wow, it's you, the third grandpa who likes to pretend to be young and deceive girls!" Bai Liuqing said bluntly.
"Crack!"
The monk pressed his palm falsely, and Bai Liuqing's head immediately sank into the soil.
"Don't talk if you don't move, no one will think you are dumb."
"Hehe, you can do anything to your own grandson, Lao Liao, do you think this guy is ruthless?"
"Yes, why not, the ruthless among ruthless people¡ªBai Dianfeng."
Hearing this double-reed tone, Bai Dianfeng rolled his eyes and turned his head to look, "You two old guys, are you finally willing to come to the ancestral house?"
"Can you not come? Today my great-great-great-granddaughter gave me the face of old Bai's parents!"
The person who spoke was Bai Muyang. He has improved his cultivation, his appearance is quite different from before, his face is not full of dimples, and his body is not like an old man.
He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a standard figure and a very tall and straight posture.
But Lao Liao standing next to him is much older. Although his strong body is still there, his face is wrinkled, as if the tree is in the stage of withering.
The three old guys are actually of the same generation, and they have a good relationship with each other, but they love to bicker with each other, so they chatted with each other.
Outside the door, Mo Fei held the sword in both hands and said, "This sword is called Ziwu Duoxin. Since I got it two years ago, it has been sacrificed to the fifth level of the earth level."
Her attitude was very upright, she was asking for advice from the beginning to the end, really asking for advice, the attitude of the lower facing the superior.
The people around were stunned for a moment, this is not at all the legendary Moge's 500-year-old strongest fighter.
That person should obviously be indifferent and arrogant, disdain to talk to people, and always express his demands with a sword.
Moreover, few of those who heard her appeal survived.
However, why is it so different in front of Chen Wuxi?
With this attitude, it is not too much to say that it is respectful. Could it be that Chen Wuxian is really so strong?
"It's a good sword, and," Chen Wuwu responded with a smile, "Your sword intent seems to have improved."
Mo Fei's eyes were burning, "That's right, I have indeed improved."
He implied a trace of fighting spirit, and the subtext was to make Chen Wuxian appreciate his recent progress.
At this point, the pleasantries between the two ended.
"?! "With a short word, Mo Fei handed out the sword in his hand, and the sharp edge shone on the palm of the sword tip.
Ziwu Duoxin is the son-mother sword, when the son sword does not appear, it is a kind of shock, with extremely strong oppression, just like when someone points a gun at you, before he shoots, he is the most threatening Powerful.
Of course, such oppression only exists in the eyes of ordinary people.
Chen Wuxian's sword intent rose, and there was a loud and clear sword cry in the air, like clear spring water flowing over pebbles, and there seemed to be a tinkling rhythm.
The sword intent gushes out, in the chest, in the mind, around the body, everywhere you see, everywhere.
Mo Fei felt awe-inspiring: Sure enough, Chen Wuxi is still the peerless son Wuwu.
Even if he hasn't appeared for two years, how has his light ever dimmed?
The thought disappeared in a flash, and she forcibly changed her route in mid-air, avoiding the ubiquitous and terrifying sword intent of Chen Wuxiu.
The figure flashed and moved, as fast as a meteor, as fast as lightning.
In the eyes of everyone, they could only see Mo Fei slashing out with his sword, halfway through, suddenly changing lanes midway, and then going up and down chaotically around Chen Wuxian.
How could it be so strong?
Far stronger than I imagined.
His strongest strength is neither physical training nor eyesight.
It's the sword intent from the tarsal bone, that sword intent is like a sea tide, a wave seems to be everywhere, but it condenses from time to time, enveloping the deadly point.
"No, if you keep going, I'm afraid you've already lost before you even hand out the real sword to Mr. Endless!"
Mo Fei raised his eyebrows, and his eyes revealed a sword light, "No more hiding!!!"
Along with the words, Ziwu Duoxin was shaking, one divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight
Sixty-four seemingly identical swords appeared, forming a dragon made of swords, rushing towards Chen Wuxian.
Mo Fei hid in the Stegosaurus, and the voice came from where each sword was
"This is one of my strongest swordsmanship, the sword is like the sea."
Usually, when this move appears, he will not speak at all, because the enemy will die under the sword without even seeing this move.
However, in front of Chen Wuxian, if he only relied on ordinary swordsmanship moves, Mo Fei even felt that he couldn't even make a single move.
Her trick is to be forced to come out, to have to come out.
It's not that the time has come, but to break through Chen Wuxian's wave of sword intent.
There is a huge difference in the timing of the two swords.
She knows it well, so this is not a winning sword, but a protective sword to reverse the trend of decadent failure. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com