Chapter 416 The Thin Line of Life and Death

"Ah..." Feng Er screamed, tilted his neck and fell to the ground. He knew that he could not escape the sword rain formed by the twelve flying swords. This time he really thought that he was going to hang here, because he had never been able to escape.

After the white-haired old man condensed the twelve flying swords above his head, his entire body was suppressed by a powerful pressure within his body.

This is a real feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai. Many people are familiar with the term "mountain Mount Tai", but there are probably not many people who have truly experienced this feeling. After all, Mount Tai will not really be placed on anyone's head, but this

At that time, Feng Er felt as if there was a big mountain pressing on his head, almost suffocating him.

"It's over..." Feng Er looked blankly at the twelve flying swords that were about to pass through his body. His eyes were full of despair. He was unwilling but unable to do anything. He always thought that he was a strong man who was not afraid of death.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that death was so terrifying. At this moment, he realized that it was not that he was not afraid of death, but that he had never encountered danger that threatened his life.

Before the rain of swords penetrated his body, he closed his eyes because he couldn't bear to see himself being stabbed like a hedgehog by twelve sharp swords. As he closed his eyes, his tense nerves were also relaxed, and he directly

Fainted.

"Boom..." At this moment, a strong wind rose from the ground, and the twelve flying swords that were close to Feng Er suddenly stopped, and they all stopped on him. The people around him even saw the tip of the sword piercing.

His clothes, if he hadn't fainted at this time, he would have been able to feel the tip of the sword piercing his skin.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone held their breath waiting for the scene that was going to happen next, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

But when seven or eight seconds passed, the twelve flying swords still did not move at all.

"Huh...huh..." Just when everyone was confused, a few heavy breathing sounds woke them all up, and everyone present was stunned.

At this time, the white-haired old man's face was flushed, his wrinkled face was completely distorted, and his expression was extremely painful. He raised his hands high, as if he was trying his best to make a downward movement.

"Ta, tap, tap, tap..." After a few seconds, everyone heard the sound of raindrops falling on the ground again, and they heard it again, and everyone's eyes almost fell to the ground.

But when he saw Song Xiaotian, who was more than 20 meters away from the white-haired old man, his whole body was already soaked. At this time, big beads of sweat on his forehead were pattering down. After the sweat soaked through his clothes, it quickly followed the corners of his clothes and trousers.

Drops fell to the ground.

"Suck..." Everyone gasped. Previously, they all thought that the reason why the twelve flying swords stopped was because the white-haired old man showed mercy. However, when they saw such a scene, they suddenly realized that

It was Song Xiaotian who was "fighting" with him.

It turned out that when the twelve flying swords of the white-haired old man were about to pierce Feng Er's body, Song Xiaotian, who had been prepared for it, finally exploded. Of course, he would not just watch his good brother die like this.

Huang Quan. Although he thought to himself that his remote control with his mind was definitely not as powerful as the white-haired old man's sword control, there was still no big problem in resisting the twelve flying swords.

Although he looked much worse than the white-haired old man at this time, in fact after his super energy came out, he was still able to compete with the white-haired old man, because he was twenty years away from Feng Er.

Domi, which greatly increased the difficulty for him to resist the twelve flying swords using remote control with his mind. However, the white-haired old man was on Feng Er at the moment, so he had the advantage of the right time, place and people.

However, Song Xiaotian was also anxious at this time. His super energy was passing away at an extremely fast speed. He knew that he could not hold on for much longer. If his super energy was not being depleted five times faster than before, he would have no problem holding on for another half hour.

, the white-haired old man will definitely be defeated by then, but now everything can only be left to fate. The only hope is that the white-haired old man will exhaust his true energy before he runs out of super energy.

At the same time, the white-haired old man who was trying his best to control the twelve flying swords had already stirred up a storm in his heart. He never thought that a child who looked so young could resist him for more than forty years.

The "Tianluo Sword Rain" I just mastered.

On this day, Luo Jianyu was a top secret skill in their Feijian Villa. Only those with high moral standing and extraordinary talent in the Villa were qualified to practice it. Even so, no one had mastered it for more than a hundred years.

The white-haired old man is the junior brother of the current head. He has been in seclusion for three years and finally mastered this top secret skill today. He wanted to go back to announce the good news to the head brother, but he happened to meet Qiu Baiyi and Song Xiaotian on the road and they were having a conflict.

He was originally insane because of his obsession. When he saw someone bullying his disciples, he did not hesitate to display the most proud stunt he had just practiced. He never thought that the nirvana that he thought was unparalleled would be used by such an unknown person in front of him.

The legendary boy was exposed, and one can imagine how he felt.

At this moment, he felt that the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger. He could feel that as long as he took back a little bit of his true energy, the twelve flying swords would seriously injure him, and the energy and blood in his body began to tumble continuously.

He knew that this was a sign that he was gradually at a disadvantage. This was the result of his increasingly weak Qi. He knew very well that he would not be able to hold on for long before his Qi would be exhausted.

"Pfft..." Suddenly, the qi and blood that was constantly tumbling in his body turned into a blood arrow and spurted out from his mouth. There was a sudden dizziness in his mind, and he was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Ah..." At this moment, Qiu Baiyi, who was awakened by a mouthful of blood from the white-haired old man, finally reacted. He jumped up with a loud roar and rushed towards Song Xiaotian at high speed. Although his cultivation level was not high, his knowledge was not high.

Young Master, he knew that Song Xiaotian would never care about him at this time, so he wanted to take this opportunity to kill him.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You must know that if he kills Song Xiaotian at this time, it will be equivalent to saving the life of Uncle Shi, who has a high status in the villa. This is definitely a great achievement. He has even seen him in the villa.

Screen of selecting swords and advanced martial arts secrets in the Treasure Pavilion.

In fact, Qiu Baiyi's wishful thinking was indeed very good. Song Xiaotian, who was already at the end of his strength at this moment, really had no time to care about him. He did not dare to be distracted to deal with Qiu Baiyi. Therefore, he could only watch Qiu Baiyi's actions.

The punch hit him in the chest. After receiving this punch, he knew that he would not die but would be disabled. However, in his opinion, this result was much better than watching Feng Er be nailed into a hedgehog.

"Stop..." At this critical moment, a loud bell-like voice suddenly sounded. Song Xiaotian felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and a figure helped him block Qiu Baiyi's fatal blow.

"Bang..." Qiu Baiyi punched the figure directly in the stomach.

The person who came had his back to Song Xiaotian, but it could be seen that he was an old man with white hair, taller and stronger. He was wearing a green robe. What made Song Xiaotian's heart palpitate the most was that he exuded a kind of fear that made him feel afraid.

pressure.

"Kowtow to the leader!" At this moment, the twelve surrounding Feijian Villa disciples all knelt down on the ground respectfully.

"Master, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong!" When Qiu Baiyi saw that he had punched the master of the villa, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he hurriedly kowtowed to the ground. He only heard a few "boom-boom" blows on his forehead.

He started bleeding profusely, but he still didn't dare to stop.
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