One sword, two swords, three swords.
In a moment, Li Sui had already left three stab wounds on Wei Kui's body.
"Can we still fight?" Li Sui had already calmed down the enthusiasm and fighting spirit in his eyes, and stopped ten feet away from Wei Kui. To him, Wei Kui's ability was only mediocre. For a person, There was no need for him to take action against someone who was so different from him.
As for Wei Kui, he hasn't had this feeling for a long time...
Feeling of powerlessness.
That was the feeling Li Duo gave him when he first arrived at the front line of Shahan Pass. Although he was dissatisfied at the time, the gap in strength was extremely significant.
In other words, from an objective point of view, "Wei Kui will really die if we continue to fight."
However, there was another uncontrollable feeling in Wei Kui's heart that gradually climbed up, overshadowing the powerlessness, fear, and all other emotions...
It was a long-lost excitement.
"Of course." Wei Kui clenched his fists.
Li Sui looked at Wei Kui who continued to beg for battle, and sighed lightly, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes: "Then it depends on whether you can come up with other skills..."
"Okay!" Wei Kui opened his big mouth and responded confidently.
With one punch, the situation changes color! Like a needle or a thorn, the sharp edge is fully revealed.
Wei Kui's punch seemed to be just an ordinary straight punch, but when the punch approached, Li Sui realized how terrifying this young man's power was.
But a first-class master is a first-class master after all. Li Sui suddenly used his sword to strike first, hoping to use the blade to force Wei to retreat.
Wei Kui never flinches, even when faced with the fastest sword in the world. With this punch, there is no way back!
In the end, Li Sui switched to using the back of his sword for this horizontal barricade attack at the last moment. Although Wei Kui did not stop the attack, he repaid the opponent's mercy by "relieving some of his strength".
"Let's talk first... Although I understand that you don't want to hurt my life, I don't need you to do this." Between the two sides changing their moves, Wei Kui said in one breath: "You don't want me to show my true skills. What? Are you satisfied now?"
Before Li Sui could reply, Wei Kui's second punch had already come forward, and it was still an ordinary straight punch.
In the eyes of others, there seemed to be no difference between Wei Kui's two straight punches, which were nothing more than "strength can produce miracles", but Li Sui clearly saw the difference.
The former is fast and quick, from slow to urgent, leaving no room; the latter is firm, fierce, condensed but not released, and the "front" turns around.
When Li Sui's knife slashed Wei Kui's left arm, Wei Kui's fist also touched his chest.
"What a life-threatening boxing technique..." This was Li Sui's first comment on Wei Kui.
"Can anyone in the world really fight with him?" This was Li Sui's first affirmation of Wei Kui.
Even though he was punched in the chest by Wei Kui, Li Sui did not lose the grace and posture of a top expert, and jumped back to stabilize his body.
"What's the name of your boxing technique?" Li Sui asked in surprise.
"The first punch is called Hanging Needle, and the second punch is called Chuilu..." Wei Kui could be said to have a nonchalant attitude towards his injured arm: "As for the boxing technique...it has no name originally, but my brother named it I named it 'Horizontal and Vertical Fist'."
"Named after the strokes? It's a bit interesting." What Li Sui meant was a pun. This punch is so powerful that the name is not bad at all.
Unexpectedly, Wei Kui didn't give him any face, so he immediately shook his head and denied Li Sui's statement: "This is my boxing technique. Of course he had to ask for my opinion when he chose the name... You can also see that.
, I am a rough person, I don’t like arty things, I can’t even write a few big characters, why do you need such a formal name?”
"He said that horizontal and vertical punches have only one meaning - fighting is nothing more than horizontal and vertical punches, with the winner standing and the loser lying down." Wei Kui showed a perverted smile: "I like this explanation very much."
"Now that I say that, it's a name that really suits your style..." Li Sui also smiled: "Then let me learn a few more of your 'horizontal and vertical punches'!"
Hanging needle, hanging dew and hammer are undoubtedly the moves in horizontal and vertical boxing. In addition, there are even "vertical folding", "horizontal folding hook" and even "horizontal folding hook" which are painful and
Abstract names. Of course, not every name corresponds to a boxing technique. It was simply because of He Nan's bad taste - what he said to Wei Kui at that time was, "You are naming names like Heng Zhe Zhe Gou
At that time, the opponent must be wary of what kind of Yao Mozi punch you are going to do, and then you just punch him in the face." This kind of opportunistic tactic Wei Peng does not use very often. One of the reasons is that real masters will not listen to your shouts.
The name of the move depends on the changes in your body shape and the means of exerting force. The second reason is that he really can't remember the difference between "Horizontal Folding Hook" and "Horizontal Folding Hook".
The names of the moves he remembered were nothing more than concrete titles like hanging needles and hanging dews.
After re-fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Li Sui suddenly realized something.
My speed is getting slower and slower.
In other words, it was actually Wei's collapse that became faster.
"Horizontal and vertical fists - wave sweep." Wei Kui raised his right fist high and slashed diagonally downwards, half slashing and half smashing.
"Qianjiao!" Li Sui came out with his saber, dazzled and dazzled.
When using physical fists against steel swords, Wei Kui's disadvantage is self-evident. In addition, Li Sui's own strength is far superior to him, so even if the latter deliberately suppressed the power of his sword, Wei Kui still suffered a huge loss.
But just after this "grabbing" move, Wei Kui turned his attack into a block and suddenly grabbed Li Sui's right wrist that was holding the sword.
"This sword... I wonder why it looks so familiar." Wei Kui glanced at Li Sui's ancestral sword.
The sword passed down from generation to generation by "Sick Cat" is certainly extraordinary, or it may not be extraordinary at all.
Wei Kui only took a closer look at the knife and recognized that the material of the knife was the same as his pair of spurges.
"What?" Li Sui was not annoyed at all. His wrist was still in Wei Kui's hand, but he stood still within the opponent's arm's reach.
Wei Kui's eyes were still on the sword: "My weapon is made of the same thing as your sword, but I don't know what kind of rare precious material it is, otherwise I can make another one.
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Even the twin halberds of the little mountain god felt a little light for Wei Kui to use today.
Although the sword is a treasured sword passed down from generation to generation, the method and materials used to make the sword are not things that can be passed down. Therefore, Li Sui did not know what the mystery of this sword was. He was interested in the meaning of Wei Kui's words:
"I thought you were practicing boxing."
"Boxing is just for convenience...the weapon I use is a halberd, a pair of halberds." Wei Kui said.
"Do you have your halberds with you? Why don't you change your weapons and we'll come back?" Li Sui is somewhat similar to Wei Kui. They are both martial arts idiots. At first, he felt that Wei Kui's ability was not enough to match him, but they fought.
After a while, I could see that this guy became braver and braver as he fought, and had great strength. This pair of iron fists alone was enough to sweep through half of the martial arts world.
"No way..."
This was the "first time in Wei Kui's life that he refused someone else's invitation to challenge him to a duel." When he finished speaking, his body collapsed.
Each of Li Sui's blows, although merciful, was much heavier than it looked. Wei Kui's ability to persist for about thirty rounds was the result of his persistence. If it had been anyone else, he would have been dead after the first blow.
Already lying down.
"Do you want your injury to be taken care of quickly? I'm going to call someone." There were no bystanders in this battle. Several members of Yi Dao Clan, including Zhao Xian, felt that although Wei Kui was extremely powerful compared to them,
He could only kneel in front of the world's fastest sword, so he wasn't even interested in watching.
"No need...it will be fine after just two days of rest." Although the man lying down was unable to fight anymore, at least he still had the strength to speak, and even his title became respectful: "Senior...it's better to wait for me to rest for two days."
God, can I ask you for advice again?"
If Wei Kui has any more peculiar talents besides his natural power, it is that his physical fitness is outrageous - this guy is not even afraid of tetanus, so if he says he needs to take care of himself for two days, he means taking care of him for two days.
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Li Sui looked at Wei Kui with great interest for a long time, and finally wiped his bruised face: "Okay, then I will give you some tips after you are healed."
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No one knew that Li Sui vomited a large pool of blood after returning to his room that day, and no one knew that during the two days that Wei Kui was recovering from his injuries, Li Sui also recovered from his internal injuries for two days.
This chapter has been completed!