Chapter five hundred and ninety fourth husband and wife partner
Under Ye Shaotian's instruction, another man came out and bowed slightly to Ye Mengsheng.
"I am willing to challenge King Huai."
Speaking concisely and concisely, he went straight down to the valley, but the difference was that he held a sword in his hand.
"You use a sword?"
"Exactly, please enlighten me."
When he met a man using a sword, Feng Yu became interested and stretched out his hand to indicate that he could start fighting.
The man's name was Ye Wuhui, and he had been following Ye Shaotian all along. He followed his lead. He drew a circle with his feet, raised his hand to draw a sword, and stared at Feng Yu, like an eagle.
Just by raising his foot and stabbing, Feng Yu could tell the level of swordsmanship. Compared with Ye Shaoxiong's fist power just now, this one's sword power was obviously more powerful and more intimidating. He might have heard of it.
Feng Yu only responded to the enemy with a folding fan, not because he looked down on him, but because he was too embarrassed to borrow it. It would be a bit awkward to call a timeout after the opponent had already taken action, so he reluctantly just used it first.
In this scene, the two of them did not use their true energy to suppress each other. Instead, they began to demonstrate their swordsmanship. The sword moves were not as close to the flesh as fists. Even a slight brush could leave sword marks. If it was injured,
Vital enough to kill him on the spot.
Facing Ye Wuhui's sword, the folding fan in Feng Yu's hand was played with. It led, circled, led, turned, attacked, defended, and flew. It was dazzling, especially when using the fan as a sword to chase...
Feng Zhuying's swordsmanship is unpredictable from move to move. Even if he gets close, he can find loopholes and counterattack.
Ye Wuhui knew that Feng Yu was an expert with swords, but he didn't expect that the sword would be so cunning and fast that it was hard to guard against. His opening and closing movements were completely countered and he couldn't use it with all his strength. In the end, he could only give up.
The competition of sword moves injects the true energy into the sword, and a new contest begins.
Feng Yu felt the power on the long sword doubled, and swept it across with a sword. He was forced to give up using the Piaomiao Eighteen Swords, fell down and retreated, dodging the sword. The sword energy flew past his forehead and left a mark on the boulder.
A deep enough mark was left.
Ye Wuhui knew that the opportunity had come, his sword flower trembled, and he became more agile with every sword strike, trying to make up for the disadvantage just now.
Feng Yu, who turned over and landed on the ground, fought with him for two swords and then suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. Ye Wuhui relied on the six senses of a Wen Dao realm warrior to turn around and swing his sword, but just when he was about to sweep Feng Yu away,
Feng Yu disappeared again.
"The speed is very fast, and the movement is even weirder than before. It can almost be called teleportation within a short distance."
"Yes, this kid is fast. I didn't expect it to be so fast. I'm afraid he still didn't try his best. It's really surprising."
Ye Shaotian listened to the comments of his elders and also observed Feng Yu's martial arts. He was always very cautious when facing opponents.
Feng Yu began to take control of the home court. In fact, it was not that he was incredibly fast, but that he had mastered Ye Wuhui's sword power, which was in line with Taoist theory and was similar to the eight, eight, sixty-four directions.
Changes. Liangyi produces four images, and four images produce Bagua. There are more, but they are just variations from them. Feng Yu is no stranger to this kind of thing. He has also seen Wudang swordsmanship, and this star-studded body
The method is based on these sixty-four directions. As long as you predict the landing point of Ye Wuhui's sword move in advance, you can hang him away.
"This guy actually understands the fusion of yin and yang and Bagua. He's stronger than I thought."
Ye Shaotian already had the idea of going up for a fight, but he didn't want to take advantage. He just wanted to wait for Feng Yu to rest before having a fair and just comparison. Kong Wen was already considered a monster, and he knew he wouldn't
No matter how much he was inferior, I didn't expect that his friend was not inferior to him, or even stronger.
Ye Wuhui knew that the power of his sword had been seen through. If he continued to accumulate strength like this, no matter how strong his strength was, it would still be impossible to hurt him. He was once again at a disadvantage. His feet suddenly stopped and he retreated in the air.
, flew outside the space where Feng Yu could be almost invincible.
The two faced off again, Ye Wuhui's long sword was in the air, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and merged into the sword. The long sword with blue light seemed to be full of energy, and an extremely fast lightning rushed out.
Feng Yu looked at the sword, still facing it with innate energy, but he concentrated his power on a foot in front of him.
The golden light and the sparkling electric light complemented each other, and rolling waves of infuriating energy were rolling across the ground. The surrounding ground was quietly exploded with excitement, and several splashing water columns emerged from the water surface not far away and then fell.
Everything dissipated, Feng Yu took two steps back, and the innate Qi also disappeared. Ye Shaoxiong had not left yet, watching the scene from above, clenching his fists and dancing happily, "Beautiful!" His father saw it.
, another round of ridicule.
Ye Wuhui held his sword to welcome the thunder and lightning into the sword again. Feng Yu opened the folding fan in his hand, and the fan blades flew out one by one, and rushed towards the lightning that met the long sword.
Every fan blade was smashed into pieces when it encountered the lightning, but the electric light was also a little weaker. When all the fan blades were destroyed, the long sword also lost its shining luster.
Feng Yu turned around and struck a palm, and a huge boulder went straight towards Ye Wuhui. Ye Wuhui knew that he failed to draw thunder into his sword, but his true energy could still have the properties of thunder and lightning, and he split the boulder with one sword. But the boulder was
Then came Feng Yu himself, attacking directly with a series of kicks. A golden light flashed where he landed, and Ye Wuhui was a little overwhelmed. In the end, the long sword failed to block it, and he could only keep resisting and retreating.
"Legs follow you like a shadow."
Ye Mengsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. As far as he knew, if the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin could be practiced to perfection, each of them would be unique in the world, but only disciples of Bodhidharma Academy could not practice it. King Huai could master it.
This unique Shaolin skill is itself something worth pondering.
When a woman next to Ye Shaotian saw this, she rushed over without saying hello.
It could have been stopped, but Ye Shaotian couldn't, but those elders were still there, and Ye Mengsheng's failure to reprimand her was tantamount to acquiescing to her.
Feng Yu hadn't finished kicking yet, but he had to pay attention to the murderous aura above his head, so he could only retreat.
A woman lowered her sword and stood together with Ye Wuhui, looking at Feng Yu very unhappily.
"Who is this?"
Ye Wugui came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him, "What are you doing here? Go back quickly!"
"No, I'll come down and help you."
"This is a solo fight. If I lose, I lose. I'm a man. I won't be able to lose on my own martial arts stage!"
Ye Shaotian was also a little displeased. This kind of behavior was the same as cheating and was very disgusting. But the grandfather beside him had not spoken yet, and it was not his turn to speak.
Ye Wuhui was about to apologize to his grandfather, but he was surprised when he saw his grandfather wave his hand towards him. Was this allowing the two of them to fight two against one? He didn't quite understand this idea, but he still said something.
"Grandpa, Zuo Huan is just worried about me. I hope grandpa won't blame me."
"It's okay. She is your future wife. You can just go back and discipline her yourself. Huanhuan, since you are going down, then accompany your precious husband to give her a good fight."
"Yes, Grandpa."
At this time, no one could react. But no one dared to say anything. In the Ye family, Ye Mengsheng's words were imperial edicts and could not be rejected.
Ye Wusheng also became anxious and shouted to Feng Yu: "Hey, be careful, the two of them have a set of combined attack skills."
Ye Shaotian spoke for the first time, and it was actually towards Feng Yu, "Both of them are in the Wen Dao realm. If we join forces to attack together, I'm not sure we can win."
Feng Yu looked up at him with interest, "Hey, Young Master Ye Shaotian is worried about me? Did I hear you correctly?"
"I just don't want you to fall down before I confront you."
Feng Yu looked at the two couples in front of him who were ready and smiled, "Are you really a couple?"
"It's almost time. Your Highness, Prince Huai, has offended you so much. I hope you won't blame us."
Feng Yu moved his limbs, muscles, and neck, and said to the two of them: "Come on, don't waste time. I also want to see the power of your combined attack skills."
Ye Wuhui and Zuo Huan are both swordsmen. At this moment, each holds half of the long sword in their hands. Together, it turns out to be a picture of the yin and yang of Tai Chi.
Feng Yu frowned slightly as he looked at this combined attack technique. It seemed to be more powerful than the Liangyi Sword Formation.
Zuo Huan jumped up and rushed forward with the help of Ye Wuhui's shoulder. Ye Wuhui followed closely behind, paddling along the ground.
Feng Yu dodged a sword on his head and a sword on his lower body. He could only spin in mid-air to avoid the two of them. However, after the two were free, he turned around again and attacked them from the left and the right.
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Without the folding fan, Feng Yu could only use his hands to fight, and his hands were filled with zhenqi, which was combined with the airtight swordsmanship to attack and defend.
"He is a swordsman, grandpa, let me go get his Jun Xie Sword."
"No, if he wants to lose, just throw it down. For him, the sword is like adding more power to a tiger. This battle does not necessarily require Jun Xie's sword."
Ye Wusheng wanted to help, but was pushed back by Ye Mengsheng. However, according to his grandfather's opinion, he seemed to be quite confident in Feng Yu, so he stopped talking and concentrated on watching the discussion below.
The two swords were more ferocious than the two instruments. The sword energy flew everywhere in the competition field, constantly colliding with Feng Yu's fists and feet, and landed on the surrounding mountains, rocks and lakes, causing a series of air-shattering sounds and explosions.
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Feng Yu's hands suddenly followed the tip of the sword and opened the long sword in front of him. Several sword energy burst out from his hand, splitting the two people apart from the middle.
"Is this sword energy? How could it be?"
Feng Yu smiled softly, "Although he is very powerful, he is not as good as me in cultivation, so he couldn't hit with one blow."