After the negotiation was completed, Wang Xu continued to fight with Shenhui. Compared with the previous fierce attacks, this time he only worked hard but did not put in any effort.
As soon as Wang Xu held back, Shen Hui's pressure was greatly reduced. At the same time, the two of them were looking for opportunities to severely injure the swordsman Yang Ming with one blow.
This opportunity is not difficult to find. Yang Ming cultivates a powerful sword. I am invincible and his fighting style is very fierce.
Every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. He fights so dangerously, so naturally he has deficiencies in defense. It is impossible to cover everything and be impeccable.
Soon, Pei Yong and the thin old man gathered their strength, and when Wang Xu and Yang Ming both besieged Shenhui, they felt that an opportunity had come.
At this time, Wang Xu and Yang Ming were attacking Shen Hui from the left and right, while Pei Yong and the thin old man were not present.
If someone were injured at this moment, Pei Yong and the others would not be able to provide support in time.
good chance!!
Wang Xu and Shen Hui looked at each other, knowing each other tacitly, and attacked Yang Ming in unison.
Yang Ming was already on guard against Shen Hui and did not panic when he saw Shen Hui's counterattack. He held a magic knife in front of his chest to resist.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xu suddenly struck out with a knife in the back. It was too late to say, but it was too soon. When the blade was approaching, it was too late for Yang Ming to defend himself. He could only twist his body to avoid the vital parts of his body.
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puff!!
"ah!"
There was a scream, and a severed arm fell to the ground.
Yang Ming held the knife in one hand and took a few steps back, with disbelief in his eyes.
"You, you guys?"
Yang Ming never thought that his teammates from the previous second would suddenly take action against him.
Although for monks of their level, breaking an arm is not a serious injury. With careful care, it won't take long for the broken arm to be regenerated.
But the current situation does not allow him to take good care of himself. If he breaks an arm, he will basically miss the chance to win the championship.
"Yang Ming, if you have come this far, I believe you must understand that there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests. I don't think you will blame me, right?"
After cutting off one of Yang Ming's arms and severely injuring him, Wang Xu was in a great mood.
"Okay, that's great!"
How could Yang Ming not know that he was being plotted in this way? He said solemnly: "This matter is not over yet. We'll see what happens next!"
After saying this, Yang Ming did not retreat to Pei Yong and the other two. Instead, he glanced at the superior fallen Holy Lord and said, "I admit defeat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ming turned around and walked away, not even breaking his arm when it fell on the ground.
"Yang Ming, what are you doing?" Pei Yong and Pei Yong were shocked when they saw Yang Ming leaving.
Hearing the shouts from behind, Yang Ming not only did not stop, but walked a little faster, and said without looking back: "I used a two-handed sword, and one arm was disabled. Most of the body itself was disabled, I still
What are you doing here?"
Yang Ming strode away, walking really neatly.
Wang Xu watched his back, a look of approval flashed across his eyes.
If Yang Ming chooses to stay and help Pei Yong with his seriously injured body, they will also find it very difficult.
But Yang Ming is not a fool. Pei Yong and the thin old man are not rabbits that eat grass, but tigers that eat meat. Until his strength is intact, he is naturally not afraid of seeking skin from tigers.
Now that most of his strength has gone, as he said, what is he left behind to do? Help Pei Yong and two others fight, and fight between life and death with Wang Xu and two others?
No, Yang Ming is not fooled. After his strength is damaged, he can no longer afford to gamble.
If Pei Yong and Pei Yong also have murderous intentions towards him, with only half of his strength left, he may be in danger of death.
When retreating, retreat, and Yang Ming walked away cleanly.
This time, Pei Yong and the thin old man suffered a lot. The four-on-one situation turned into three-on-two situation, and when Yang Ming retreated, it became two-on-two situation.
It's a pity that it's unrealistic to call Yang Ming back, so they can only bite the bullet.
"I'll leave you alone."
Wang Xu didn't give Monk Shenhui a chance to speak at all, and directly faced Pei Yong who was wielding a giant axe.
Pei Yong is known as the giant axe-hand, and like Wang Xu, he uses long weapons. Wang Xu has already seen Lie Xinxi and wants to compete with him on weapons.
"Well done!"
Pei Yong held a giant ax and fought with Wang Xu.
As soon as they met, Wang Xu discovered that Pei Yong was a pure martial arts monk with exquisite moves, rich fighting experience, and probably a special physique.
The reason for such speculation is because he did not consider the injuries at all when fighting.
There were several times when he clearly could have avoided it, but he took the initiative to meet Wang Xu's blade and let Wang Xu cut his body in an attempt to exchange injuries for injuries.
Wang Xu relied on his extremely strong body and was not afraid of Pei Yong's method of exchanging injuries for injuries.
But after doing it a few times, he found that things were not that simple. If he simply traded injuries for injuries, he would definitely give up after seeing that his body was hard and difficult to shake.
Not only did Pei Yong not give up, he actually enjoyed it, as if he came specifically to seek abuse from him.
"Something's wrong. Pei Yong is not a fool. My body is so hard that he can't even hit me. Why don't you give up?"
Wang Xu quickly became suspicious. Pei Yong couldn't beat him, but he could hurt Pei Yong.
In a dozen rounds, Pei Yong had seven or eight scars on his body. A normal person would have thought of other methods.
Instead of changing his ways, Pei Yong continued to fight with him. Why?
Although he discovered that Pei Yong may have a special physique and strong recovery ability, no matter how strong his recovery ability is, there is a limit. For example, Pangu, who died in the great cause of opening the sky with the sky above his head and his feet on the earth, Pei Yong's recovery ability is always
He can't be stronger than Pangu.
One or two swords are inconspicuous, but after thousands of moves, he will die of exhaustion.
"I am Pei Yong, the number one warrior in the Kuien Realm. Who can fight with me?"
Pei Yong looked up to the sky and roared, waving the giant ax in his hand, completely unmoved by his injuries.
Wang Xu was surprised. Could it be that he had met a fool who only knew how to keep his head down and fight without knowing how to change according to the form?
"Hey, he wasn't so fast before, right?"
Wang Xu parried the giant axe, then struck Pei Yong in the chest with his backhand.
According to the speed Pei Yong showed before, there will definitely be an extra scar on his chest, and there will be no time to defend himself.
In reality, Pei Yong had no defense, but he pressed down the ax very cleverly and struck a sweeping blow faster than when he retreated.
It's not that Wang Xu looked down on her. According to his previous speed, he couldn't react like this at all. This was very strange.
Wang Xu suppressed the surprise in his heart and exchanged three more moves with him.
That's right now, Pei Yong's speed has become faster, at least 20% faster than when they first fought, and he is no worse than him.
You must know that in the previous battles, his speed was not as fast as Wang Xu. Although it was not much slower, it was still slower. This was very obvious in the battle.
Now he shows a speed that is almost the same as him. What is going on? Was he hiding his strength before?
Wang Xu was a little unsure. After all, no one stipulated that he should use his full strength from the beginning. Some people like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. Who can say that Pei Yong before did not hide his clumsiness.
As Pei Yong's speed increased, Wang Xu's pressure instantly increased.
The previous Pei Yong can be seen as a weakened version of him.
His speed and strength are all inferior to him.
Although his defense power cannot be compared with him, he has super recovery ability and is not easy to mess with.
Now, Pei Yong's strength is still not as good as him, but his speed has improved a lot, reaching the point where he is on par with him.
interesting!
Wang Xu cheered up and used a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand superbly. With his strength and skill, he suppressed Pei Yong again.
Hundreds of moves passed in the blink of an eye, and the scars on Pei Yong's body changed from seven or eight to twenty or thirty. His whole body was covered in blood, like a trapped beast still fighting.
And just when Wang Xu was estimating whether Pei Yong's recovery ability had reached its limit, he was shocked to find that Pei Yong's strength had become stronger again.
This time, it is strength that becomes stronger.
Pei Yong was inferior to him in terms of strength before. Wang Xu could often knock off his weapons, but he could not knock off Wang Xu's long sword.
When they fought again, Wang Xu was shocked to find that Pei Yong's strength had increased significantly.
This increase is about 30%. Calculated, Wang Xu can no longer knock his weapon away, but he can sweep away Wang Xu's long knife.
"how so?"
Wang Xu didn't believe it, so he chopped Huashan with all his strength, and struck Pei Yong head-on.
Pei Yong held an ax in both hands, blew out two pillars of air from his nose, and shouted: "Hi!"
Ding!!
The three-pointed, two-edged knife struck the ax handle. Wang Xuren was in mid-air, holding the knife in both hands as if pressing down.
Pei Yong put his right foot in front and left foot behind, holding the ax in both hands in an upward resistance motion.
The next second, Wang Xu looked at Pei Yong, their eyes facing each other, and they looked at each other speechlessly.
Wang Xu's eyes were solemn, while Pei Yong's eyes were full of fighting spirit.
One second, two seconds, three seconds
Wang Xu's power is getting stronger and stronger, and the power Pei Yong uses is getting stronger and stronger, like two bulls wrestling with each other.
A few breaths passed quickly, sweat broke out on Wang Xu's face, and Pei Yong's face turned red.
He was like a cooked prawn, his face was blood red, his veins were exposed, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
"Hi!" Pei Yong shouted and walked forward with Wang Xu in his arms.
Although Wang Xu was in mid-air and seemed to have nowhere to rely on, in fact, he had already used the body-fixing method and was not that easy to shake.
Pei Yong pushed him like he was pushing three mountains. Every step he took would leave a footprint on the floor paved with Tiandao stones.
"open!"
After pushing Wang Xu five steps, Pei Yong shouted loudly and raised his weapon.
In an instant, Wang Xu felt an unparalleled force coming from the weapon. For a moment, his immobilization method was instantly broken, and he flew backwards for more than ten meters, and only stopped after stepping on the coiled dragon pillar on the main hall.
"Eat my axe!"
Pei Yong was unyielding and rushed over from a dozen meters away. When his speed reached the limit, he raised his hand and struck out with an axe.
Whoosh!!
Wang Xu pointed his toes on the Panlong Pillar. He didn't try to touch it hard at all, but moved sideways around behind the stone pillar.
boom!!
The next second, Pei Yong's ax hit the Panlong Pillar, and the hall shook slightly for a moment. The palace, which was said to be unmovable by non-sages, was actually shaken by Pei Yong's blow.
"What a powerful axe, almost as powerful as the sixth arrow of Arrow Nine!"
Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly. You must know that the sixth arrow of Arrow Nine is not simple. It is a real saint's blow, which is equivalent to an ordinary saint shooting with all his strength.
Pei Yong is different from Jian Jiu. Jian Jiu needs to burn his soul to deliver a saint's blow. However, Pei Yong's state is far from the point where he needs to burn his soul in exchange for strength.
In other words, this is just his attack power in this state, and it may become stronger after burning his soul.
"What a fool, you actually get stronger with more battles. If my guess is correct, your improvement in strength should be related to your injuries, right?"
After fighting until now, if Wang Xu can't see anything anymore, he can find a piece of tofu and kill him.
Pei Yong did not answer after hearing this, the fighting intent in his eyes was almost intense to the extreme, and he struck Wang Xu again with an axe.
"Well done!"
Wang Xu shouted loudly, turned into a rainbow and escaped.
Although his physical body is as strong as an innate treasure, even a saint cannot shake it.
But in the previous battle with Jian Jiu, he had already tried a saint-level attack. Although one or two blows could not kill him, they were enough to injure him. It was not cost-effective to resist forcefully.
Wang Xu flew around the pillar, and Pei Yong chased around the pillar, recreating the unique skill of King Qin when he faced Jing Ke in the Epang Palace.
"Cunning villain, fight me quickly!"
Although Pei Yong's speed at this time is not slower than Wang Xu, it is not that easy to catch up.
After chasing him for several times, he couldn't even touch Wang Xu's shadow. Pei Yongyong was so angry that he wanted to be like Tyson and hug him and bite his ears.
"Brother Wang, let me help you!"
Shen Hui, who was fighting with the thin old man, also noticed something was wrong here. He raised his hand and used the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell to call Wang Xu out of the siege.
"Who can stop me!"
Pei Yong's momentum reached its peak. When he saw the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell approaching with great force, he raised his hand and swung the ax with no thought of dodge.
boom!!
Facing a saint-level blow, even if the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell was a top-grade innate treasure, it would not be easy to bear. It flew back to the hands of Monk Shenhui with a mournful cry.
"Hold the grass!"
Monk Shenhui couldn't help but curse, and asked in shock: "Why has he become so fierce?"
It's no joke to just hit a saint-level attack casually. It would be great if they, the pinnacle quasi-sages, can hit one or two saint-level attacks.
After all, they are not real saints. If they can casually unleash saint-level attacks, they can attack saints.
"His physique is not simple. Maybe the more injured he is, the stronger he will be. I chopped him more than thirty times, and then he became like this."
Wang Xu was also very depressed. Who knew there was such a physique in the world? It was like cheating.
At the beginning, Pei Yong's displayed strength, which was the ordinary quasi-sage invincible level, was not much stronger than Arrow Nine, and even looked much weaker than Yang Ming.
Unexpectedly, he is the one who hides the deepest. Now, his strength has increased by at least 50%. Hitting the saint's blow is like playing for fun.
Fortunately, his speed has not increased to the level of a saint, and he still has some shortcomings, otherwise he would not be able to play today.
All in all, a complete saint can only be considered a saint if his strength, speed, and defense all reach the saint level.
If you want to attack the saint and fight hundreds of moves with the saint, these three attributes must be close to the saint.
Pei Yong's strength is enough, but his speed is much lower. He can barely reach the threshold of striking the saint, otherwise he wouldn't have to fight.
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