This battle is extremely easy for Ye Cheng, but it is not completely stress-free. In short, it is much better than fighting against strong men. There is no need to worry about the danger of being killed instantly, but at the same time, he can fully use what he has learned.
The complete display and the integration of many of his ideas into actual combat have yielded huge benefits.
At this moment, Ye Cheng has raised his confidence to an extremely rare height, and even has an urge to vent, and Baoxiang in front of him is the best person to vent his anger to.
Having completely grasped Baoxiang's mentality at the moment, he would certainly not let him go easily. NPC masters in this game will be resurrected after being killed, but some have memories and some have no memories, and the length of the resurrection time is all.
, there is absolutely no need to consider any other concerns.
Wherever he thought of it, Ye Cheng naturally did it with all his strength. Suddenly, his entire right arm was as black as ink, and the rich black energy lingered around his side. A violent and ferocious aura floated around. In addition to his tall and mighty aura, the whole person looked even more...
An inexplicable evil spirit.
Baoxiang took a deep breath and hid all the emotions in his heart. He knew that the young man in front of him was powerful enough to threaten him. If he was not careful, he might capsize in the gutter. How could a duel between masters bring other thoughts?
, the consequence of distraction is to be slaughtered.
On the long street, there was a circle of people, including many disciples of the Blood Knife Sect. There were endless cheers, curses, and threats. After all, it is not easy to win the favor of the masters of the sect.
matter.
All the players within ten feet of the two people moved away. They didn't want to be in trouble. It was nice to watch the excitement, but it wasn't worth it if they lost their lives.
Baoxiang slowly changed the long knife to his right hand, and his skill immediately improved. The blood-red light suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes again. The whole person also seemed extremely majestic due to the full force of his true energy, like a pagoda standing steadily.
On the long street, the leaked energy even blew away the dust on the ground.
The momentum climbed to the highest point, and Baoxiang suddenly moved, stepping forward, but it spanned a distance of more than two feet. The bright red long knife turned into a streak of blood red, and struck down in the air. It seemed that the entire space was filled with a thick
The smell of blood fills the place, giving people a depressing feeling of being out of breath.
Ye Cheng nodded secretly. He had repeatedly attacked Baoxiang's confidence. Although it had quite an effect, the other party was always a master. At the critical moment, he still knew how to tighten his mind to avoid being disturbed by the outside world.
This sword can be said to be Baoxiang's lifelong learning. If he cannot successfully intercept it, then he will be suppressed by the opponent's fully unfolded sword technique. You must know that the two people fight, the sequence of moves is extremely particular, at least you can
It is said that it plays a big factor in the outcome.
Ye Cheng, who was carrying the Ancient Arms of the Demon Buddha, had past experience and knew that in terms of strength, the arms infused with his own Qi were as good as any weapon. These hands were his best killing weapons.
In fact, when he saw Baoxiang's sword, he knew that he wanted to fight quickly, otherwise he would not attack so hard, otherwise he would definitely be the one who suffered the consequences if he could not attack for a long time.
Ye Cheng laughed and immediately understood that this treasure elephant was still afraid of being surrounded and killed. The moment the long knife hit his forehead, his body suddenly leaned back, as if he had turned into a bow, and his right fist
Then use a powerful arrow to hit the treasure elephant diagonally above.
The players around him immediately felt a terrible feeling of burning heat and irritation. What was even more shocking was that this punch actually had no punching force at all, as if everyone was suddenly deaf. The current Baoxiang was even more horrified because he was the closest to Ye Cheng.
, the natural feeling is the most realistic. Not only did this punch make no sound at all, but what was even worse was that it was as if he was hit by a burning stake at this moment, giving him the illusion of being burned on his skin.
Ye Cheng's silent punch was more chilling than any punch or palm wind. He was thinking about how he should deal with this blow. After all, not all the people in the field were watching the excitement.
mediocrity.
This punch is Ye Cheng's proud work. After being promoted to the top of the first-class, after several attempts, he was finally able to use the power of the fire poison in the body alone to distinguish it from penetration. At this moment, he was using the scorching fire poison.
The power spreads within two feet of the whole body, causing a sense of misdirection to the enemies within.
But the real killing move is the punch that follows. It seems light and gentle, and seems to have little strength, but the terrifying lethality contained in it is enough to cause a decisive blow to a top-notch warrior.
Killing, the strength of a top-notch master is evident from this.
As soon as an expert takes action, he will know whether it is there or not.
Ye Cheng's punch was not really without punching style. At that time, the punching style had been highly concentrated by him, and the target of the concentration was himself. Only he could guess the pain and pressure at this moment. He seemed to be feeling it with someone else.
In the storm that cannot be reached or touched, go against the wind.
This was his strategy, and only he could do it. He relied on the method he understood from the Nine Yin Sutra, and the Buddhist Arahant Skill in his body, which allowed him to find a way that he had never seen before.
Baoxiang, who was in the middle of the game, lost all his killing intent. He knew in his heart that although his sword still had a chance to hurt his opponent, the price he had to pay would definitely be to take this terrifying punch.
Bao Xiang, who didn't know Ye Cheng's situation, could only choose to change his tactics in a hurry, and the knife he struck with all his strength retreated slightly by three inches. It was really these three inches that determined his outcome today.
In the eyes of others, they thought Baoxiang deliberately changed his moves and used his powerful sword to resist Ye Cheng's terrifying punch. However, only Baoxiang himself understood that this so-called change of moves was just a temporary measure.
The change of tactics made him deliberately kill with one knife, and he became a nondescript person.
However, few people can notice these changes. This is no longer a battle between ordinary level masters.
The long knife had a bright red light and struck Ye Cheng's fist fiercely. There was no imaginary blush on the severed hand, nor was there an earth-shattering sound.
Baoxiang felt as if his arms were hit by a large stone weighing ten thousand kilograms. His whole body felt like it was struck by thunder, and he was almost thrown into the sky by this force.
The more critical the moment, the more a person's ability can be reflected. Baoxiang can be regarded as chatty. He is calm in the face of danger and takes a strong breath of Qi. It is too late to resolve the internal energy in the body. He wants to use this force to fly into the air, at least.
Can avoid subsequent attacks.
The speed of Ye Cheng's straight punch suddenly increased. Because of the bend of his body just now, now that he stood up straight, his speed naturally became faster.
Baoxiang felt something bad in his mind, and as his body was already in the air, he had no time to think about it. He held the long knife across his chest and almost blocked the opponent's iron fist.
"Peng——"
The sound of the clashing energy resounded throughout the entire street like muffled thunder. The people in the nearest circle immediately felt the ringing in their eardrums, and the expressions on the faces of those who were less powerful changed.
Baoxiang's whole figure was blown up like leaves by a strong wind, and rolled back towards the direction of the restaurant. He still couldn't hold back in mid-air, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
However, Ye Cheng understood that this punch could not kill the entire monk. It was only a slight injury at most, but even so, it was enough for him to drink a pot, and he himself was overwhelmed by this extremely powerful counterattack force.
The blood boils.
Ye Cheng, who has always been adhering to taking advantage of your illness to kill you, naturally would not let go of this perfect opportunity. After taking a deep breath, he immediately jumped into the air and slammed into the treasure elephant in mid-air. His claws flashed.
There was a strange white light, the highly concentrated energy was rotating rapidly in the ten fingers, and the "chichi" sound cutting through the space was terrifying.
Although Baoxiang felt the threat below him, he was powerless in mid-air. What was even more troublesome was that the two injuries still had an impact on him, and the flow of true energy in his body had been slightly blocked.
He turned around forcibly, and the long bloody sword flashed again. The red light and blood in the sky looked extremely scary. But to Ye Cheng, the treasure elephant at this moment was just a thin old horse. It had no terrifying aura, but
There is absolutely no threat at all, and the long knife with the smell of blood is just a decoration.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
In mid-air, the two of them were constantly fighting, and the energy that was being unleashed in all directions was extremely frightening. Little by little, Ye Cheng took the initiative completely, using every blow he gave with all his strength, coupled with the terrifying penetrating power, giving the treasure
The elephant caused great trauma and was also roasted by an inexplicable scorching heat.
The players around were simply dumbfounded. They didn't expect that this person had completely taken the initiative. Now it was a one-sided battle. The outcome was only a matter of time.
"Boss, why don't we go up and join in the fun later? This Baoxiang is the second disciple of the ancestor of the Blood Knife. His hands are very good. It is very likely that he will explode the blood nerve or the Blood Knife sword technique!"
While everyone was watching the fight in the field, many people began to get confused. However, the person speaking at this moment was a short and thin man, looking at the man next to him with a flattering look on his face.
player.
If Ye Cheng took a closer look at the crowd at this moment, he would be able to identify this person as the Ming Cult disciple Fudo Ming King who had a contest with him outside Weiluo City.
This trip outside the Great Wall made this player's self-designed master of the Heavenly Ranking lose all his energy. Not only did he have enemies with several forces, he even almost lost his life in Weiluo City. After searching for a long time, he failed to find him, and finally decided to
He took the team back to his own circle of influence, but he didn't expect to encounter such excitement as soon as he returned to the city.
Only people of his level can understand the strength of these two people. Although he can fight with this precious elephant, he will eventually be defeated within a hundred moves. How can he be as powerful and completely controlled as the current person?
After seeing the scene, he thought of the strong man who drew his bow and shot him outside the wall. He secretly sighed that the world was really unfathomable, and he still underestimated the heroes of the world.
"Peng——"
Baoxiang, who was hit and caught by Ye Cheng again, rolled along the force and fell to the ground. At this moment, his face had lost all color, and there was no trace of the proud look just now. The clothes on his body were even more ragged, and his chest was in tatters.
Two blood-red scratches were exposed on his front, and his violent breathing affected the wounds on his body, making him miserable. At this moment, he was like a bereaved dog, and he could not show off his masterly demeanor.
