Zhou Zhiruo's long sword stabbed diagonally, passing through the layers of energy, and accurately pointed on the blade. However, he found that the seemingly powerful and domineering sword was not as powerful as he thought. Suddenly, there was a feeling of hitting the air with all his strength.
The feeling made her so uncomfortable that she wanted to moan.
Ye Cheng said with a smile on his face: "Miss Zhou, you have fallen into a trap!"
This is his latest second insight into hidden sword power. The real sword power is hidden in the changes, and is supplemented by false and true. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and difficult to distinguish between strong and weak.
The long knife passed by, Ye Cheng's lightning flashed to Zhou Zhiruo's left side, and he lifted the knife away. The sword energy struck and killed in three parts. The three strands of strength were evenly distributed, and the finished form attacked in three directions.
This sword was exactly what Yang Xiao used back then, making it difficult for Ye Cheng to distinguish between strong and weak blows. At this moment, he has vaguely mastered the technique. After some previous trials, he can now use it with style and essence.
Zhou Zhiruo couldn't see through it, so he deflected his long sword and sent out three sword energies to attack him. The next moment, his face was filled with horror, because those three sword energies were not tangible at all. He was shocked and realized that he had
Hit the mark.
Ye Cheng laughed and said: "Miss Zhou is tired and can no longer see through the power of the sword. It seems that her head will be in a different place tonight!"
The long knife hit the sword body, and the spiral energy crazily induced vomiting. She calculated mentally and unintentionally, attacking the weak with strength. For the first time, Zhou Zhiruo felt the lethality of the spiral energy. The strong penetrating power basically ignored her body-protecting energy, and directly
It followed the eyes and penetrated into the meridians in the body, and it was constantly tearing and drilling, making the meridians almost burst.
However, Zhou Zhiruo is a master after all. She is the most proud disciple of Master Jue, so how could she be killed by one blow? In times of crisis, the long sword flashed with light, and she even stepped on Qimen's footwork, and the true energy in her body rolled out.
came out, sealing Ye Cheng's sword power, and when he retreated, he laid down a sword light, making it difficult to tell the authenticity.
Ye Cheng didn't care at all about her retreat, nor did he take the initiative to pursue her. He sheathed his sword across his chest, stood proudly, and said with a smile: "The true energy that the girl had just now was extremely pure, but it was a bit different from Emei's feminine way. I don't know what it was.
As for the fame, can it open the kid's eyes?"
Just now, Zhou Zhiruo retreated. The powerful true energy was extremely pure. Even if he had the help of the spiral energy, he still felt it was difficult. Moreover, the true energy had a rich and authentic flavor, which was extremely extraordinary.
Zhou Zhiruo stepped back a few steps, stabilized her figure, with a solemn expression on her face, and said in a cold voice: "This is my Emei Nine Yang Kung Fu, the secret skill of our sect. Of course you have never seen it! But you are a demon
The teaching is also very powerful, it can actually increase your strength so much, it is indeed a crooked way!"
Ye Cheng smiled noncommittally and let her take the opportunity to recover from her injuries. He also took the time to look around. At this moment, the players' coalition forces had tightly surrounded the surroundings. The layers of blockade were even more impenetrable. Tens of thousands of people were watching the field motionless.
This is the false pretense of a well-known and decent family. Naturally, outsiders will not interfere in the competition between the two sides, otherwise it will be regarded as a kind of disrespect. Unless the people in the field call for help, but in that case, this person will also lose his prestige.
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The battle between Tianshen and Tianyi and the monk has reached a fever pitch. With the strength of these four people, they can't do anything to the monk together. The two sides are only in a draw. Ye Cheng can't help but feel shocked. The great sect has a solid foundation.
Honest.
The Zen staff in the old monk's hand is even more majestic. When it is swung vertically and horizontally, sand and rocks fly, it is no less than a hidden weapon shot by a master. Every blow of the heavy Zen staff has a loud sound, which is extremely dull. It is obviously extremely powerful. If it is hit by
If you rub it a little, it won't be as simple as breaking the skin.
However, Tianshen and others are also proficient in quotas and have superior strength. For a while, neither side could do anything about the other, and they were in a stalemate.
On the other hand, the four members of the Burial Flowers had the upper hand. The Wudang master held a three-foot-long Qingfeng in his hand. Although it was soft yet strong, and had the potential to hold back a thousand pieces of gold, it could not conceal the defeat.
The strength of the Fat Buddha is even more powerful. He seems to be smiling on weekdays, but when he moves his hands, he is really fierce. Every blow carries 100% of the force. He forced the Wudang Taoist to fight with him with all his strength. This immediately revealed his flaws. After two
With the three outsiders bombarding them indiscriminately, it was really difficult for that person to be able to stabilize the situation in front of him.
With a vague idea in his mind, Ye Cheng turned around and looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who had recovered as before. His heart was filled with excitement. The delicate beauty in front of him made it difficult for him to have murderous intentions no matter what, especially those clear eyes that made people look at him.
There is an inexplicable sense of tranquility.
He sighed secretly, Ye Cheng was having trouble reconciling with Emei. His hands were stained with too much blood from Emei disciples, which could not be washed away. Naturally, it was impossible for him to sit down and drink tea and chat with the beautiful woman in front of him.
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Slowly raising the long sword, the strong sword energy swept away, Ye Cheng said quietly: "Miss Zhou, are you still going to fight me next time? The outcome between you and me should have been announced, I am not a person who cherishes flowers.
, it would not be a good thing if I let this girl’s delicate flowers fall into my hands!”
Zhou Zhiruo raised her sword and said in a cold voice: "Destroying demons and defending the Tao is the purpose of our Emei Sect. How can it be changed just because of life and death? Zhiruo is only willing to defend the power of the righteous way with the sword in his hand, and will never wait with you.
The evil compromise!"
"Well said!"
Ye Cheng praised softly, took one step forward, crossed a distance of ten feet, struck Zhou Zhiruo three times in front of him, and said softly: "Then use your blood to spread the righteous path!"
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo could no longer see through Ye Cheng's sword power, and it was really difficult to distinguish its strength and weakness. Facing the overwhelming three swords, she was also a little weak. When the sword energy hit her, her spirit was shaken, her beautiful eyes flashed, and her body
Moving sideways, a feminine force came out of the sword, forcing the three swords to one side.
The next moment, the body and sword merged into one, using sword energy to protect the body, and crashed straight into Ye Cheng, with a strong feeling of death.
Ye Cheng was slightly stunned. Although he took the initiative now, he did not force his opponent to work so hard. He had some concerns in his heart and did not fight her head-on. He stepped back and moved away in a sensible way.
This retreat showed that he had handed over the initiative and instantly changed from active to passive. Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly in mid-air. Before Ye Cheng could understand the meaning of the smile, the long sword was like a bird singing.
, poked out from the sword net and stabbed Ye Cheng's neck quickly.
The right leg carried strong wind and kicked Ye Cheng's lower abdomen from top to bottom. The white and white long skirt was like a blooming lily, which was really beautiful.
Ye Cheng shouted loudly: "What a handsome move, I am too beautiful to say anything!"
The long knife in his hand was placed directly in front of his neck to block the sword. His left hand quickly reached down and clasped Zhou Zhiruo's calf. He suddenly felt a soft feeling along the palm of his hand, and his mind was reminded of the girl under the skirt.
Beautiful legs.
His heart trembled, and he exerted a little force in his hand, trying to hold it tighter, but found that it was difficult to get even an inch further. A spinning force directly slid the force in his hand to the side, and the cold sword energy above his head instantly
Let him wake up.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to be standing in Ye Cheng's hands, spinning quickly. The edge of the bulging pleated skirt was as sharp as a blade, cutting towards Ye Cheng's chest. The long sword in his hand also overlapped with sword energy, covering him tightly.
in the net.
Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, secretly wondering why he grabbed someone's leg when he had nothing to do, but now he was trapped in a cocoon, his body was taken away and fell away, and the opponent's attack had already come.
In a hurry, Ye Cheng had an idea and fell down, using the long knife in his hand to prop himself up on the ground. He avoided being dismembered by a hair's breadth.
Looking up, Ye Cheng felt helpless on his face. At this moment, he had actually hidden under Zhou Zhiruo's skirt. When he looked up, he saw a pair of slender legs. Fortunately, the other party was wearing underwear, otherwise he would have been very ugly.
, even so it is still indecent after all.
With a strong flick of the long knife, her body flew out and flew behind Zhou Zhiruo. At the intersection, Ye Cheng's left hand kept popping out. A wisp of finger wind hit her back directly, and another wave of true energy came out of her chest and abdomen.
Come on, his body actually rolled back strangely in mid-air, and the long knife in his hand slashed straight at Zhou Zhiruo, whose back was facing him.
He stole this technique of flying back from the marshal. Relying on his exquisite control over the true energy, he tried it without fear of death, otherwise the impact of the reverse flow of true energy would be enough to make him explode and die.
Risks and rewards are equal. Now that this skill of flying back has established a military exploit, Zhou Zhiruo, who had just avoided the wind, was unable to dodge anymore. He could only twist his delicate body to face the long knife that had already struck his chest.
Try your best to block it with your sword.
"when!"
Amidst the crisp sound, Zhou Zhiruo was hit hard. His body was shaken violently and a cloud of blood spurted out. His body accelerated and fell to the ground. There was an unbelievable look in his eyes. He did not want to believe that he had been defeated by someone who was not able to defeat him the day before yesterday.
Human hands.
Ye Cheng was condescending and chased down. He struck out with all his strength and hit the long sword in the shadow of the sword again. Zhou Zhiruo took a few steps back, unable to hide his defeat, but his face still showed determination, vowing to defend the law with his body.
The long knife flew and had already cut into Zhou Zhiruo's neck. Ye Cheng looked at the stubborn woman in front of him. The knife force suddenly slowed down. He could no longer feel the desire to kill. He hurriedly withdrew the knife force with just a few centimeters.
It was staggered from Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder, and what was taken away was a strand of hair.
Ye Cheng walked away with him, his face flashed red, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The cost of forcibly withdrawing the sword was not small. He had not yet recovered from the flying technique, but now he felt like he was being hit hard.
The blow, the real energy, hurt several meridians.
With the blood rolling under the pressure, Ye Cheng's speed increased sharply, and he rushed directly into the battle between the gods on one side, and said coldly: "Monk, you are ready to see your Buddha!"
The sudden change made it too late for people around to react and even give a warning.
However, the monk was not mediocre either. He used his Zen staff violently to push back the people around him. He hit Huanglong directly with his backhand and stabbed it in the chest. He said in a deep voice: "The devils of the demon sect really don't respect the rules of the world!"
Ye Cheng's zhenqi was activated crazily. At this moment, he was the straw that broke the horse. The long knife in his hand hit the front of the Zen staff in an instant. There was a loud "cang" sound, and his arm went numb and he lost consciousness.
At that moment, a huge shock force rushed into the body, and the injuries that had been suppressed just exploded completely. When he opened his mouth, a large puff of blood spurted out.
