The surrounding players were in a state of shock. Even Da Xuefeng was sweating on his back. Unexpectedly, this watcher was already so powerful. He was able to injure top-level masters. Although he himself was also seriously injured, he was no longer injured.
No one dares to underestimate him, strength determines everything.
For the first time, the Glory God of War considered whether his mission was right or wrong. It would be impossible for him to sleep peacefully in the future if he accepted the responsibility of such a master.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, but he made up his mind. He must not let this person leave today, and he must be completely beaten white, otherwise the future situation of Daxue Peak will be precarious.
Guan Mingmei also did not expect that her eighteen goshawk flutters could not kill this little guy, and she also took it seriously that he had this qualification.
"Boy, just say something before you die. Follow me back to Tianshan Mountain and guard the tomb of my Tong'er for ten years, and then I will let you go free!" Although Chen Zhengde was speaking to Ye Cheng, his body was faintly leaning towards the horse thief, and his eyes were even more intense.
Look at the bloody man and the blind man.
The two people seemed to be stared at by wild beasts, their bodies stiffened unconsciously, and even the energy in their bodies seemed to be solidified. Their hearts were even more horrified. They immediately understood what the old man meant. The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
There is nothing we can do to save people today.
"Old man -" Guan Mingmei looked sulky and said angrily: "I want to cut this kid into pieces, otherwise how can I vent my hatred and make me, Tong'er, feel at ease?"
Chen Zhengde turned to look at Guan Mingmei, feeling the persistence in her eyes, but he sighed helplessly. Compared with the grumpy Guan Mingmei, he was much better, and he was very kind. Otherwise, Guan Mingmei and Yuan Shixiao had a falling out, and it would not have happened.
Hui married him in a fit of anger.
Guan Mingmei walked towards Ye Cheng slowly and said with a ferocious smile: "Junior, weren't you sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued just now? Now you are lying down and pretending to be dead? But don't worry, I won't let you die so comfortably!"
Although Ye Cheng fell to the ground was seriously injured, he did not have the strength to stand up. He lay on the ground just to take a few more breaths. At this moment, he had recovered two levels of strength, and then he held the blood drink spear to slow down.
He stood up slowly, his mask was stained red, and he coughed and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.
Enduring the pain all over his body, he said calmly: "The palm skills are good, but I told you that you are old. If you have this strength, I am afraid that no one will die today!"
"Okay -" Guan Mingmei shouted and sneered: "Today I will make an exception and use the sword for you once, so that you can know what it means to have a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. This can be regarded as a punishment for your sect's unscrupulous disciples!"
At this time, the glorious war god on the side took off the long sword from his waist, respectfully brought it to Guan Mingmei, bowed and said: "Although this sword is not a good sword, it is not an ordinary sword. Master, you can use it!"
Guan Mingmei drew out the long sword with her backhand, tapped the sword in the air, nodded and said: "The sword is good, you have made the first contribution this time, and you will definitely be rewarded in the future!"
As if he had received a panacea, the Glory God of War retreated with excitement, and his chest was filled with excitement. This time he spent so much time trapping the Watcher, it was indeed worth it, but these words gave him reassurance.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath, and with a flash of his hand, he put the blood-drinking spear into the package. There was also a flash of light on his body. The dark blue suit that was originally stained with blood had been put into the package, and he replaced it with a dazzling golden leather armor. It was naturally dazzling.
Gold suit.
Slowly stretch out your right palm, bend your five fingers slightly, place your left palm flat in front of you, turn your palm up as if dragging an alms bowl, your back is slightly bowed, your right leg is half-bent on the ground, and your mouth is half-open.
There was a hint of smile on his face.
The people around were stunned when they saw Ye Cheng making these inexplicable actions. But in their astonished eyes, Ye Cheng moved again. He put his right hand behind his back and put his left hand behind his head, half-closing it.
He opened his right eye and bared his teeth, as if his back was itchy.
Performing several actions in a row will make the player confused for a while, secretly thinking that this guy is not stupid because of being raped, but is already a little delirious.
It's not that the players here are stupid, it's that they can't understand this state at all. Guan Mingmei, who is facing Ye Cheng, is horrified. She has been locking Ye Cheng from the beginning, fearing that he will pretend to be dead to paralyze her, and then wait for an opportunity.
He ran away, but at this moment he felt an astonishing change in the other party.
Not only was the opponent's movements lifelike, like a living Arhat, but I couldn't determine the opponent's movements at all, and I couldn't even sense the opponent's existence, and his momentum was even stronger than before.
As Ye Cheng's movements continued to speed up, the players around him finally understood that the moves this person used were simply powerful martial arts. Moreover, Ye Cheng's vision in their eyes had gradually become blurry. It was not that his movements were too fast to be seen.
It is clear, but the light of Yecheng's golden bell operating automatically.
At this moment, Ye Cheng was also in a state of emptiness. He had forgotten that the enemy was at hand and seemed unable to stop his men's movements. Moreover, the natural movement of the golden bell made him feel an indescribable comfort. The internal energy and energy he had just consumed were faintly felt.
The damaged meridians gradually recovered.
Guan Mingmei couldn't stay still at this time. Ye Cheng made her feel more and more arrogant. It would be even more detrimental to her if she continued to delay. After all, it was not a shame to be injured at the hands of a kid who was obviously inferior to her.
matter.
Thinking of this, Guan Mingmei's long sword stood upright, and a few stars were like bright lights in the darkness. The sword seemed to be slow but it firmly sealed Ye Cheng in the sword's power. This extremely exquisite sword suddenly separated, and three o'clock Han...
The light pierced Ye Cheng's neck, left chest, and lower abdomen. This sword was Guan Mingmei and Chen Zhengde's favorite sword technique - the three-point sword technique. Each strike can be divided into three swords. And with their years of experience,
At this moment, I have achieved the situation where sending and receiving is as smooth as my heart.
Ye Cheng, who was in a trance, was not afraid. He took a step forward, bowed his knees slightly, placed his left hand flat in front of him, and pinched it gently with the middle finger and thumb of his right hand, as if he was trying to clamp the sword with his fleshy palm. This was a very strange skill.
His movements, matched with the smile on his face, make people feel so natural.
Guan Mingmei's heart was filled with shock. Her real killing move hidden in the three swords was easily seen through, but she couldn't use the sword no matter what, and there was a bit more solemnity between her brows.
The long sword in his right hand suddenly drew an arc, and the sword was lifted up, seemingly cutting towards Ye Cheng's neck. But before it was about to touch, the sword's power changed again, and it suddenly wrapped around Ye Cheng's neck like a flower.
His right hand had already hit his wrist between reality and reality.
Ye Cheng had woken up at this moment. As if he had not seen the sword that had stabbed his wrist, he still had a smile on his face. He pointed out with his left hand, as fast as lightning, and he hit the sword before Guan Mingmei exerted his force.
"bite--"
A wisp of clear sound echoed around, and the long sword in Guan Mingmei's hand was bounced away. The tip of the sword was still trembling, and the buzzing sound was still making.
Guan Mingmei lost her chance, but her reaction was extremely fast. She struck out with her long sword again, with layers of sword light gushing out. The sword seemed to be unable to withstand the extremely strong internal force, and a buzzing sound erupted.
The path of this sword is extremely beautiful. The imaginary sword lang has formed into three petals in mid-air, and the tip of the sword is the pistil of the flower. It is extremely beautiful but does not contain the slightest murderous intention.
The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. Ye Cheng knows this truth very well. He suddenly stretched out his body, raised his arms, and opened his mouth wide, as if he had just woken up and stretched himself, just as the petals reached his body.
At that moment, his arms were pressed straight down, and a golden light shone between his palms.
"when--"
The flesh palm and the long sword struck each other, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing. Everyone present was trembling in their hearts, and they were secretly wondering what kind of body protection this golden light was. It had such great power, wouldn't it?
What a unique skill.
Ye Cheng seemed relaxed and casual, but the old injuries were not healed, and new ones were still appearing. There was still a smile on his lips, but his face was pale. He took a few steps back before regaining his balance, and said with a smile: "This swordsmanship is not bad.
, is the second best swordsmanship I have ever seen, let me have a good look at it!"
Regardless of his own injuries, Ye Cheng resolutely chose to take the initiative. Every attack gave him a new understanding of this set of Arhat moves. Although the injuries occurred over and over again, he could never recover, and the true energy in his body still failed after all.
Keep up with consumption.
The two exchanged dozens of moves again. Ye Cheng's body flashed with golden light and immediately disappeared without a trace. Guan Mingmei swept away her previous depression, and the long sword in her right hand once again burst out with a burst of sword light. Under the cold light, let
It scares people.
Three swords, three swords again. This time, there was no way to avoid it. Ye Cheng, who was defenseless, was penetrated by three swords. The sword on his right chest was the heaviest. The blood spurted out as if it was free. He lost a lot of blood.
His face was pale, and even his breath seemed to be extinguished. If he did not receive timely treatment, he would die sooner or later.
Even so, Ye Cheng is still standing in the field, with blood flowing all over his body. Death is just a new beginning.
Compared to the tragic situation in Ye Cheng, Guan Mingmei also felt uncomfortable. The dozens of previous blows had made her face pale, and she spit out several mouthfuls of blood, which had already damaged her roots. The energy in her body was also very low.
This battle is enough to make Ye City famous in the world. There are no players who can achieve this, at least not yet.
Guan Mingmei closed her eyes and slowly adjusted her breathing. She didn't have Ye Cheng's abnormal recovery power. She had to adjust and recover every injury on her own.
Chen Zhengde, who was on the side, glanced at the blind man and Xue Sha, and said in a deep voice: "We've finished watching the excitement, and we're still not leaving!"
Ignoring the reactions of the two men, he shouted to the excited God of War: "Bring this boy back to the sect. He can't die now. Save his life!"
The Glory God of War bowed and said: "Disciple, I obey!"
With a wave of his hand, many gang members around him came up one after another. Being able to tie up such a master would be a very honorable thing to say in the future. In their eyes, this is an honor. But when they go to Yecheng
When the two pictures were taken, I was still a little nervous, fearing that he would suddenly go violent and kill someone.
The blind man slowly shook his head and said: "Bloodkill, let's go, there is nothing we can do this time. You and I can't resist that old man. Besides, there are thousands of Daxuefeng's helpers here. Even if we snatch him, we may not be able to escape!"
All the horse thieves are used to killing people and stealing goods. To put it bluntly, they are all people with true temperament and decisive killings. Masters are the ones they respect. Although Ye Cheng has been hit hard at the moment, he still has perseverance. These are real men.
If a real man is kidnapped like this, they think it is not worth it. In their hearts, this kind of man wants to dominate the desert. How can such a high-ranking man be kidnapped by such a group of trash?
Xue Sha stared at Ye Cheng, who was still in the field of perseverance. For the first time, he felt that he would be impressed by a player's will to fight to the death.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, he understood that the Watcher was defeated after all, but in his heart he hoped that Ye Cheng could move and move again. His legendary story should not end here.
On the side that no one paid attention to, Lan Rumei and others were standing on a house, and the person next to them was Feixue from Tian Dao.
After a long while, he slowly said: "Go back to Lingjiu Palace!"
