There are many stars in the sky.

As soon as Cai Jing walked through the roof, he saw the starlight first, and then a light blue robe swept across the corner of his eyes.

Another person was also on the roof, as if he had guessed the route of Cai Jing's escape, waiting for him.

"Cangwuhou."

Cai Jing turned his head and saw the figure eight or nine steps away. His breath of rushing upward immediately turned, his robe floated upward, and his body fell slightly, concentrating on the edge of the hole he bumped out.

Over the years, Cai Jing has been practicing martial arts secretly. Although he has not had many opportunities to do it himself, he also knows that meeting such a top master is just thinking about escaping, which is tantamount to being killed.

He stroked his chest and abdomen with one hand, and the internal force flowed sharply, exhaling in a suffocation, his eyes kept turning, alert to Fang Yunhan's movements, and said calmly, "It seems that Yuan Shisanxian was not only unable to kill you, but also unable to hurt you."

"It's thanks to you."

Above the green tiles, Fang Yunhan was full of bright and beautiful aura, holding a long sword in his back, and looking at the notorious Grand Master of the dynasty in front of him leisurely.

It was the first time he met Cai Jing. Although he came to kill this man specially, Fang Yunhan smiled after the meeting and said, "If you hadn't been worried that he would repent one day and reconcile with Zhuge Shenhou, so he signaled the Three-Bai Taoist to give him a confused and missing scripture, his achievements should have been more than that long ago."

"You even know this?"

Cai Jing's voice was terrifying, and his robe seemed to be ups and downs.

When he broke through the roof just now, there was a ray of energy around him to protect him. The smooth fabric on his body did not show any damage or wrinkles, nor was it stained with wood chips and dust. The silk shone in the starlight, and a line from the collar to the hem was lit.

At this time, his clothes shook, and all the luster on his bright robe seemed to be flowing towards his face, gathering between his eyebrows, forming a vertical, half-gold and half-blood-colored light pattern in the center of his eyebrows.

At one point, Cai Jing's body had a solemn appearance like a Buddha statue, and his voice became solemn like a Buddhist sound, "You used this to convince him?"

"He is dead, you don't have to worry about chasing you after he learns the truth."

Fang Yunhan explained Cai Jing's real intention of this question in one sentence. He raised his right hand to his body. The handle of the sword turned in his palm. The blade body was perpendicular to the roof, and the guard moved to the position of the tiger's mouth. Then he swung his hand with the tip of the knife to point the roof tiles and hanged low to his side.

"You don't have to be distracted. You think about it and have no intention of making a conversation to delay time. I will give you enough time to accumulate breathing and nourish your energy."

He actually comforted his opponent, saying, "Don't have unnecessary worries, nor do you have unnecessary extravagance. Please put all your thoughts on the next battle, so that I can see what the authentic Shanzi Jing is like before you die."

Cai Jing raised his eyebrows, and the blood-red and golden light pattern between his eyebrows became deeper, almost as if he was about to cut into his skin, imprinted on his skull, and as if he was about to open his third eye like the King of Ming, and he was angry with the Buddha's face: "You are too arrogant!"

Before he finished speaking, his middle fingers and ring fingers bent, and the other three fingers were naturally straightened, like the Buddha's seal, pushing towards Fang Yunhan.

With this move, the roof and other places immediately felt a very serious sense of separation.

The aromatherapy lamps inside the house were warm, and the orioles were singing and dancing just now, but now it was in chaos. Outside the house, there were fires and soldiers standing in a row.

But there was only a cold and clear area on the roof. The stars were silent, the sky was silent, and all the noise below seemed to have been blocked and abandoned.

In Fang Yunhan's vision, everything on the roof became blurred, looking at flowers in the fog, mirrors and water moon, everything became illusory, and the knife in his hand suddenly became heavier than ten thousand pounds, causing his wrist to sink slightly, and his clothes seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Then his skin was getting heavier, his internal organs seemed to fall, and his eyelids became heavy.

His whole body seemed to pull him into the bottomless abyss, asking him to kneel down, bow his head and close his eyes, and then fall.

Of course, his knees were not bent yet, but in this dizzying and heavy feeling, his head had slightly drooped and his eyes were slightly closed.

Cai Jing showed joy on his face, and his figure suddenly dissolved in the air, with only two unclear palms pushing him suddenly.

In all the illusions, these two vague hands are rapidly enlarging, the bigger the more majestic. The vague palm lines are like inscriptions of dragons and snakes wandering by. But in the blink of an eye, the two hands have become even larger than Yun Han.

The hands were quickly closed, as if they were trying to flatten a beetle.

"That's it?"

Fang Yunhan suddenly raised his eyebrows and said coldly. Without seeing any movement, the knife in his hand was like a long rainbow of cold electricity, running through the two giant palms.

A strange scream sounded at the point where the blade pointed, and the two giant palms that were about to touch Fang Yunhan's shoulders disappeared out of thin air.

Cai Jing's body seemed to be "squeezing" out of the air, and he leaned back, put his palms together, and almost clamped the Biaoying sword that was approaching his chest.

The tip of the knife had pierced Cai Jing's clothes on his chest. If it weren't for the internal force on the knife's body being blocked by his palms, as long as the knife light was spit out, he would have been dismantled on the spot.

Everything that is blurred around is back to reality.

"Is it using the power of "Shanzi Jing" to influence other people's senses. In your eyes, can the power of your heart be used to confuse others?"

Fang Yunhan said, shaking his wrist and lifting the knife upwards.

The Beast-Ying Bao Dao was clearly clamped by Cai Jing's hands and did not move. However, with Fang Yunhan's action of provoking, a more illusory figure appeared in the entity of the knife, but the shape was consistent, and the sharpness of the Beast-Ying Bao Dao was still separated.

The distance from the chest to the throat is too short, and it is just the movement of the tip of the knife, so the movements to be made by the wrist are smaller, with a prominent peak and a fast speed that is beyond thunder.

The shadow of the knife broke away from the entity and quickly rushed into Cai Jing's throat.

puff!

The illusory sword shadow has real killing power. Cai Jing's pupils shrank, and a blood mist spurted out from the back of his neck, and the bones of the cervical vertebrae were also penetrated through the middle line.

In fact, a throat cut may not necessarily lead to death, but the bones on the neck are separated from it, so they will definitely die.

Cai Jing suffered this death-lost injury and could even make a shattering scream in his mouth.

The extraordinary force that had been insidious in his body for many years shook and exploded under the threat of life and death. The knife shadow that pierced through his throat made a buzzing sound, and was first shaken away.

At the same time, a point with great suction force was created inside his neck, which suddenly sucked the flesh on both sides and closed it in the middle. The transparent wound in front and back just now closed, and the slit was immediately tightly closed, and there was no sign of it.

The feeling of coldness in my entire neck at that moment just now breeds endless fear, and the horror in my eyes leads to madness.

Cai Jing never found that he was so close to death, and never felt that he was so afraid of death. He relied on the incredible vitality of the real book "Shanzi Jing" and forced himself to close his wounds, choked with blood and cried out, and even thrust his chest forward and shouted, "You can't kill me, I won't die!"

He closed his arms in front of his chest. The thrust of his chest naturally added a forward thrust between his hands, and he shook his arms.

Two bangs.

The night wind roared on the roof, and two arms emitting faint light poked out from Cai Jing's armpits, crossed their arms, and pushed them towards the Biaoying sword.

When ~

The sword should not be swept open, Fang Yunhan's lips and teeth were slightly opened, and an old man with four arms grew out of his eyes.

"I won't die!"

Cai Jing howled and rushed forward again, his four arms wide open at the same time, swung his shoulders, and his shoulders shook, and two arms-shaped lights and shadows emerged from both shoulders.

Cai Jing's skills are hidden very deeply, and he is much older than Yunhan. He lives in the court and has rich life experience.

However, he had almost never had the experience of fighting against life and death. With his profound skills, he could react in time and deal with various assassinations calmly. However, if he met a man with a fierce momentum and rushed over openly, even if his skills were far inferior to him, he might knock him to the ground with one punch.

This is why Fang Yunhan was able to pierce his neck with just one move.

But the real fear of life and death finally made Cai Jing spend all his strength.

"Shanzi Jing" is completely different from the general way of practicing martial arts, and it takes a different approach.

It's like painting. Others paint mountains and water, fine brushwork, flowers and birds, and freehand paintings of characters, but it has a unique style and forms a unique style to paint people's inner world, the words of flowers, the sound of birds, the fire lava at the bottom of the mountain, and the fish in the depths of the water.

This method can be a precedent for hundreds of generations. It is a mysterious field that few people have entered into since the development of martial arts.

Only with great desires can one have great wishes. If one has great wishes, one has great supernatural powers and great powers.

The desire to survive actually made him look like a six-arm body, which shows his mystery.

But in Fang Yunhan's opinion, the more magical the Shan Jing is, the more unbearable Cai Jing is in battle.

If you ask for birth, will it be useful if you have a few more hands? You will be more effective than this if you have a pair of wings.

Faced with the six-armed attack, Fang Yunhan took the left hand and held a knife in one hand, and each knife slashed towards Cai Jing's body in the middle line.

The simplest attack path was chosen by chopping the forehead, cutting the chest, and cutting the lower abdomen, but this knife blocked the six arms that used various exquisite boxing techniques with the simplest moves.

The secret is just one point - the force on Fang Yun's sword is even heavier.

After the progress of the third character template is increased to 80%, with his multiple overlapping internal strength, even if he puts it in this world, he must be a talent who can cultivate a sense of energy within ten days, and can only achieve the most authentic first-class internal kung fu for a hundred and fifty years.

Every time he slashed, Cai Jing had to deal with at least three arms from the side to block the knife. As long as his blade was slightly swayed, he could hit other arms with the back of the knife, destroy his moves, and slapped the blade and hit the handle, blocking the fist that was swung to the vicinity.

Cai Jing's six-armed rushing momentum was originally unstoppable, but after just blocking Fang Yunhan's three swords, the momentum of rushing forward was completely curbed. After three swords, he even began to retreat.

He stepped on the roof tiles step by step, from the beginning to the silence, to the rattle, and then, he had to break several green tiles with each foot, and even felt like he could step on the roof and fall down at any time.

"No, I'm not going to die."

Cai Jing repeated humble again, but the meaning of crazy and brave advancement in his voice gradually decreased and his fear increased.

He tried to cheer up, but the four arms condensed by the desire to survive and the pure energy were still darker and unstable.

OK!

Cai Jing took a step back again, but only the first half of his foot stepped on the tiles, and the green tiles under his foot broke and slipped into the air.

It turned out that he had retreated to the edge of the roof without realizing it, and his skills were concentrated on his six arms, making him unable to even use his light skills.

When his body was unstable, Cai Jing felt a chill suddenly rushing from his waist and abdomen to the sky spiritual cover and breaking out of his head.

The vision of the two eyes immediately spread out. One eye saw a wintersweet in the yard on the left side of the roof, and the other eye quickly tilted to the right and fell, seeing the grass on the ground.

Cai Jing's right half of his body was pressed against the ground, and it looked like he was lying on his side, and his half of his face was still moving.

"I won't die..."

After Fang Yunhan's knife, he looked at the half of the corpse on the roof in surprise.

After Cai Jing's body was split, the extra arms immediately dissipated, but half of them were not bleeding. He grabbed the left hand into the air. After a long time, the hand fell down and blood flowed out.

"Hiss, this authentic "Shanzi Jing" is really incredible in terms of saving lives."

Fang Yunhan murmured, "But when it comes to combat power, it is far worse than the 13th limit of Yuan."
To be continued...