The violently rotating cyclone, like a tornado, was rolled in along Baoxiang's right arm. The extremely high penetrating power has made this inner diameter invincible, and the huge destructive power makes people suffer unbearable pain.
Baoxiang, who was careless for a moment, had no time to regret it at this moment, but after all, he was also a battle-hardened man, so naturally he would not be slaughtered easily.
With a serious expression on his face, he hurriedly followed the force and retreated. Every step he took left deep marks on the thick wooden floor. It was not until the fifth step that the inner force was resolved.
Baoxiang's slightly fat body was trembling constantly with his violent breathing. At this moment, he felt that he had underestimated the young man in front of him. If it came to internal strength, maybe he could be three points stronger than him.
But the opponent's violent and ferocious Qi is absolutely terrifying.
He glanced at his right arm, whose entire sleeve was torn to pieces, and saw streaks of blood wrapped around it, as if it had been cut by a sword.
This sudden change made the players in the tea house dumbfounded. It would be false to say that the Treasure Elephant of the Blood Knife Sect has no reputation. After all, the Blood Knife Sect is also a big sect here, and the reputation of the Blood Knife Ancestor is not only his.
She is lustful and naturally very powerful.
With one move, Bao Xiang was knocked back and even slightly injured. If this was revealed, it would alarm the entire city of Hierro. However, at this time, some people began to secretly send letters and invite friends to watch the fun.
It was not a fluke that Ye Cheng defeated Baoxiang with one move. With his current promotion to a high-end level, he can be regarded as a top-notch player. With the fire poison damage and extremely high penetration attribute, if he can't injure the unwary,
The people below are probably only strong ones.
Baoxiang gently shook his scarred arm and said in a cold voice: "Sure enough, there are some tricks. No wonder he killed my apprentice so arrogantly. In this case, I won't be polite to you anymore, I will kill your flesh piece by piece.
Cut it off and eat it. As punishment for hurting me, I will take good care of this little lady!"
Ye Cheng looked at the great monk coldly and said calmly: "What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice? I see you are a monk, but I didn't expect you are also a flower monk. Compared with your ancestors, you are such a person. It is strange that those famous families
Why didn’t the righteous people destroy you all!”
"Haha -" Baoxiang said disdainfully: "How can a little thing like you slander the reputation of our Blood Knife Sect? I actually took care of you on behalf of my ancestor, and let the heroes of the world know how powerful my Blood Knife Sect is.
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Ye Cheng walked forward a few steps, and every step made the sound of a heavy hammer hitting the city gate, which was so dull that it hit the hearts of the people around him. He looked at Baoxiang coldly and said: "You can deal with me, but you must have enough money."
Strength, do you think you can still survive today? You are so powerful here!"
Baoxiang yelled angrily: "You short-sighted boy, I will let you see the majesty of my Blood Sword Sect today. If you still have a chance to be a human being in the next life, you must remember to be respectful to my Blood Sword Sect!"
Bao Xiang, who was in a rage, shook his left sleeve fiercely, and a slender and sharp knife appeared in his hand.
Under the stimulation of internal force, the thin blade actually emitted a trace of blood red. The evil spirit released in an instant was extremely shocking. Substantial resentment rushed towards him. For a moment, he seemed to see a turbulent sea of blood.
It came and seemed to swallow him up completely.
Everyone in the teahouse didn't understand what was going on. They all stared blankly, wondering why the young man didn't move. Seeing that Baoxiang's long knife was about to cut off his head, there was no fierce fight as imagined.
It did make them a little disappointed.
The ferocious little rabbit on the side didn't know why. Seeing that the long knife was about to be seen, she immediately took out her powerful bow and set an arrow on it. If Ye Cheng didn't move at the next moment, she would immediately come to the rescue.
Ye Cheng, who was in a trance, was immediately awakened by a cold current, but Bing Po, who had not responded for a long time, saved him again.
The moment he opened his eyes, he could already feel the wrinkles on his neck due to the coldness of the blade. He didn't have time to think about the strangeness just now. The true energy in his body was flowing rapidly, and his left hand turned into a knife, slashing at the blade at an extremely fast speed.
, the right leg was kicked out fiercely, attacking Baoxiang's lower abdomen.
The sudden silence and the sudden earthquake formed a huge contrast, which made the disappointed people raise their hopes again. They secretly thought that they were like masters, and they were very excited about this sudden fight.
The ferocious little rabbit slowly put down his bow and arrow, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said to himself: "You are such a troublesome guy, you have to play so scary!"
Baoxiang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that this young man could wake up from his blood god's pain so quickly, and that sneaky kick produced a painful body-cutting energy.
"when--"
There was a soft sound, and the Baoxiang blade used the force of the shock to swipe downwards, directly cutting towards Ye Cheng's right leg. The red light on the blade flashed out again.
After Ye Cheng resolved the crisis of his severed head, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. He touched the back of the knife with his toes and used the force to sweep back a few feet. After regrouping, he rushed into Baoxiang's knife net again and said lightly: "Great monk, just now
What's that move called? It's very powerful!"
Baoxiang's most proud move failed to kill his opponent. He had already lost his sharp energy. The blood in his body was tumbling. He had just resolved the previous energy that had invaded his body. He thought it would at least make his opponent uncomfortable for a while. Unexpectedly, his opponent
He was running and jumping to kill him again, which immediately gave him a feeling of powerlessness.
He secretly tensed up and put aside the feeling of decadence in his heart. The long bloody knife in his hand formed a knife net, keeping it airtight.
With his usual bravery, he did not take the initiative to attack, and even took the defensive. This incident immediately shocked him. He did not expect that he was demoralized, but that was all he could do at the moment. At least he had to stabilize his position and see.
Plan a counterattack at the right time.
The teahouse suddenly burst into energetic "chichi" sounds, and the lively crowd watching around them cheered. It felt like they were street performers.
At this moment, some people were coming to the teahouse one after another, probably some of the bored friends here. As soon as these people came in, they found their seats and happily watched the life-and-death fight in the field.
Ye Cheng was very happy at the moment. He had not encountered an opponent of similar level for a long time, and he could finally give it a try. At this moment, he was applying all he had learned in his life, moving around, using his palms, fists, and claws.
He didn't use extreme force, every blow was done with all his strength, and every blow made his confidence soar.
In contrast, Baoxiang's face became more and more solemn, and his blood-red sword became more and more swift. However, every blow was blocked by the opponent in an unexpected way. Looking at the opponent with strange and weird moves, it was difficult to hit him.
The thought of killing swept through his mind again.
"when--"
Ye Cheng hit the blade with a heavy punch. After shouting loudly, he braved the raging sword energy and crashed into the Baoxiang knife net. He pressed the blade with his right index finger upwards, and used his internal force crazily. His left hand turned into a palm.
The claws clasped towards his wrist with a strong wind.
Baoxiang took several steps back and had already forced himself to the window on the second floor. If he took another step back, he would have to fall into the street. Although he was extremely unwilling to do so, the result would definitely be to save face.
He was severely injured, and the pulling force on the long knife actually pulled his body forward. He was so shocked that he did not dare to hesitate anymore. He hurriedly pulled the handle of the knife back to block the blow, and the broad monk's robe suddenly
With a roar, it crashed out of the building.
"Great monk, why did you leave just now? I haven't entertained you yet!"
Ye Cheng immediately sensed Baoxiang's motive and said with a sneer. Immediately, he stepped on his feet and the demon Buddha's ancient arm suddenly flashed a black light, like a black dragon hitting Baoxiang out of a broken window.
"Wow--"
Baoxiang was so shocked that he only had time to protect his chest with the blade of the sword. With a "dang-" sound, it was as if he was hit by a giant siege tree. He easily broke the window, rolled and fell out of the window.
This sudden sound immediately alarmed the passers-by around, and they all stopped to watch. However, when they saw that the person who fell to the ground turned out to be the precious elephant of the Blood Knife Sect, there was an uproar.
It is not common for a top-level master to be shot down in a teahouse. Even with the strength of the players, it may be possible to join forces to kill the master, but it is extremely rare to kill alone, and some people who are interested have even called friends.
Calling friends, sharpening the sword, trying to fish in troubled waters and get a share of the sweet soup.
Ye Cheng's blow just now was not completely advantageous. With Baoxiang's strength, he would not be easily defeated. At this moment, he also had a thick mouthful of blood in his throat, but he knew very well that it was important for masters to take the lead when fighting, so he did not show his face.
He swallowed the mouthful of blood again, walked to the broken window, looked at Baoxiang who was already standing on the long street, and said loudly: "Master, are you still sure that you can deal with me now?"
Baoxiang obviously suffered a big loss, and the fiery energy spread throughout his body. Seeing that Ye Cheng did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, he hurriedly used his energy to resolve the fire poison, and his face lost a bit of blood, and he looked at it coldly.
Looking at Ye Cheng, he said: "Boy, don't think that you have defeated me. If you are brave enough, come down and fight. I will let you see how powerful the Blood Knife Sect is!"
In the battle just now, although Baoxiang fought with all his strength, the space in the teahouse was not very large, and there were various bead curtains around it, which greatly affected his sword skills. Now he is in this wide long street.
On the other hand, another battle would allow him to fully unleash his sword skills, so he naturally said so.
Ye Cheng had a very enjoyable battle just now. Although he was slightly injured, with his strong recovery power, these injuries were basically no serious problem. He immediately smiled and said: "Since you want to continue, great monk, I will naturally accompany you to the end, but this
There are many people around you who are also interested in you, so you are not afraid of being taken advantage of by others despite the heavy rewards!"
"Boy, don't talk too much. Trying to distract me is not just a matter of words!"
Even though Baoxiang said this, he still had concerns in his heart. If he was not afraid of someone sneaking up on him normally, if he was really injured, he might really be remembered.
Ye Cheng lightly jumped down from the second floor. He was wearing a golden leather armor that tightly covered his tall and tall figure. Under the afterglow, he looked even more heroic, which was in stark contrast to the fat elephant with big ears.
In comparison, the strength of martial arts is not determined by appearance.
