Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou had been fighting for more than two hours. They fought from morning to noon. They fought from the ring to the sky, and from the sky to the ring. The swords were flying, the figures were flickering, and there was a crackling sound.
fierce.
Needless to say, this is the longest fighting competition in the Cangyun Sect since this time.
Ye Xiaochuan often heard people say that a certain master fought with the enemy for a whole day and a night. He had never believed such words. He did not think that any two people could fight for such a long time in a boring way.
Now he understands it deeply.
He is looking for flaws in Yun Qiyou. Similarly, Yun Qiyou is also looking for flaws in his tricks. Melee combat is not like long-range attacks. Far-range attacks activate the true method. The competition is the depth of the cultivator's Taoism and his understanding of the way of heaven.
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As for melee combat, the main thing is to look for flaws in the opponent's moves.
Ye Xiaochuan obviously didn't want to compete with her in real skills. An hour ago, Yun Qiyou didn't want to engage in this meaningless close combat sword competition with Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan's sword skills and body skills were extremely weird. Even though he could use
His mental power is locked onto him, but it is unrealistic to completely defeat him easily.
Therefore, Yun Qiyou planned to distance himself from Ye Xiaochuan. As long as he could get a chance to breathe, he would end this fighting competition with one move of Qiankun and one sword.
However, Ye Xiaochuan was like a slippery loach. Every time he attacked and counterattacked, he tried to push this person away, but this guy relied on his extremely mysterious body skills to dodge at every opportunity, and he also managed to avoid him every time.
When dodging, he could stab himself with a sword at the part he must guard against, and he would be entangled by this kid.
At this point in the fight, everyone in the ring could see that the scoundrel Ye Xiaochuan wanted to entangle Yun Qiyou, and wanted to recreate the first round of the battle with Hu Daoxin, and use his exquisite and weird body and sword skills to defeat Yun Qiyou.
quiet.
Because it lasted too long, the voices of the men's and women's groups who initially cheered and shouted had already become soft.
Xiaochi was the one who barked the most happily, but he doesn’t bark anymore. His voice is no different than that of a drake. He can only stand behind his mother obediently.
Just when Xiaochi was yawning for the thirty-second time, Yun Qiyou on the stage finally caught Ye Xiaochuan's fatal flaw.
Ye Xiaochuan's body swept over like a tornado, with overwhelming momentum. He had used this move before, more than once, and every time he was able to make Yun Qiyou panic.
This time it was different. When Yun Qiyou saw Ye Xiaochuan whirling and screaming, he did not dodge, but dwarfed his body. Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt that something was wrong and prepared to dodge, but now his body was spinning very windily.
He was standing, sword light was shooting out, and he was unable to stabilize his body in an instant.
A small foot wearing a white embroidered shoe stretched out from an incredible angle and kicked his waist.
Although the foot was not big, it was surprisingly strong. Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt a sharp pain in his side. He even felt that at least two ribs were broken and misplaced.
He let out a painful ouch, stopped spinning, and flew directly out. This flight was not only impressive, but also the flying distance was not close.
boom.
Hearing a dull sound, he pressed his whole body against the barrier light curtain on the north side of the ring, and then fell to the edge of the ring with a grunt.
Yun Qiyou might not do it to others, but to Ye Xiaochuan, it would be embarrassing.
She didn't know why, but every time she saw Ye Xiaochuan being unlucky, she would feel happy from the bottom of her heart, and even a little bit excited. This was something she had swaggered in front of the furious Ye Xiaochuan at Guang Na Hall the night before.
You can tell it when you walk away with your banknote.
After two hours of hard fighting, from morning to noon, Yun Qiyou was already extremely angry when he saw that the sun was already setting in the west.
After kicking Ye Xiaochuan away, she didn't give Ye Xiaochuan any chance to breathe and turn over. She rubbed herself up. When Ye Xiaochuan just got up, the soft little foot appeared in front of him again.
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Ye Xiaochuan, who endured the severe pain of broken ribs, hurriedly responded and raised his sword to block the kick.
Before a burst of sharp pain could be felt, the edgeless sword held in his right hand was kicked away.
The edgeless sword lost its light and before it fell to the ground, the white embroidered shoe appeared in front of Ye Xiaochuan again, this time the target was his calf. Ye Xiaochuan let out an ouch and half-knelt down.
When the edgeless sword fell to the ground with a clatter, Yun Qiyou kicked it at least sixteen times.
I don’t know which ancestor of the Cangyun Sect created this set of fatal chain kicks. The legs and feet were exposed to flesh and blood. Yun Qiyou’s kicks were very comfortable and relieved.
Everyone only saw the shadow of Yun Qiyou's slender right leg flickering, and in the blink of an eye, he kicked out nearly twenty kicks. They only heard Ye Xiaochuan's ouch, ouch, ouch, and knew that Ye Xiaochuan was finished now.
I don't know how many roots I need to cut off.
At the end, every time Ye Xiaochuan screamed, the hearts of everyone watching twitched. Some of the more kind-hearted disciples couldn't bear to cover their eyes, as if they didn't want to see this horrific scene.
The divine sword fell to the ground, Yun Qiyou kicked it out for the last time, finished the kick, and walked away, feeling free and easy.
Ye Xiaochuan was in pain. There was no part of his body that was not in pain. He had at least seven or eight broken ribs, both arms were fractured and dislocated, and his neck was kicked twice. He could only tilt his head, with several marks on his face.
A complete footprint and nosebleeds.
The two white-bearded arbitration elders removed the barrier, rushed to the ring, and checked Ye Xiaochuan's injuries. They were fine. They were basically skin injuries, fractures, etc., and the foundation was not damaged. With Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation and Taoism, he added
Those elixirs and bone-setting ointments from Cang Cang Yun Sect that are specially designed to treat bruises and bruises will only cause you a little pain, but may not cost you your life.
Yun Qiyou was very measured in his attacks and did not attack the vital parts of his body. He did not use the last move of the 16-way chain of fatal kicks to cut off the legs of his descendants. Otherwise, Ye Xiaochuan would probably have no chance of being with women for the rest of his life.
Countless people looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was beaten in pain by Yun Qiyou, and then looked at the woman in white who was still as cold as ice. Standing on the ring, she was still elegant and moving, but now almost everyone was heartbroken.
Got a shiver.
After so many battles, the combined injuries of those who were defeated by Yun Qiyou's sword were not as heavy as those of Ye Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ring screaming in agony.
When the arbitration elder announced that Yun Qiyou had won, Ye Xiaochuan saw Yun Qiyou was about to leave and immediately struggled to get up, grinning and enduring the severe pain.
He stretched out his hand and shouted to Yun Qiyou: "Don't leave, you drew your sword. We made a bet before the competition. If you draw your sword, I will win the bet. Give me my money back!"
Well, a master who wants money rather than his life.
Yun Qiyou paid no attention to it, and left without even turning his head.
Ye Xiaochuan was furious, rolled his eyes, and fainted.
