In the martial arts arena, a breeze blew, and then the breeze became stronger and stronger, becoming more and more violent, and finally turned the entire martial arts arena into a world of wind.
The origin of all winds comes from the two short sickles in Fufeng's hands.
No wonder such a strong wind suddenly appeared in the martial arts arena shrouded by formations. It turned out that the source of the wind was Fufeng.
"sharp!"
Brother Long's voice rang in his mind, "This little martial artist has actually grasped a hint of the realm. It's truly limitless."
field?!
That can only be mastered by martial arts masters!
Unexpectedly, Fufeng had already touched the threshold when he was a low-level martial artist. Even if it was just a faint hint, it still showed Fufeng's extreme talent.
Under the hurricane, Fufeng's figure became blurred. Chu Ye could only vaguely see his figure, but in the next moment, Fufeng's figure suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Chu Ye's ears moved, and he suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the rear left, and quickly hid to the right.
At the moment when Chu Ye was dodging, the slash of the short scythe flashed silver light across Chu Ye's left side. Although it did not hurt Chu Ye's body, it also made a deep cut on the clothes on his left waist.
of the mouth.
Fufeng missed a hit and disappeared again in an instant, and then suddenly appeared in front of Chu Ye the next moment, forcing Chu Ye to hurriedly resist. He disappeared and reappeared like this several times, and Chu Ye could no longer keep up with Fufeng.
Rhythm, the consequence of reluctantly resisting is that many wounds have appeared on the body.
The short scythe in Fu Feng's hand now is not the previous dagger, but a second-level spiritual weapon. Although Chu Ye has an immortal golden body and a body of muscles, bones, skin and flesh that is equivalent to a second-level spiritual weapon, it is not a true second-level spiritual weapon after all.
, facing the short sickle, it is naturally impossible to resist, and wounds are inevitable.
Soon, Chu Ye's whole body was covered with long, slender and deep wounds, and there was blood dripping from each wound, making him look miserable.
"Boy Chu, what are you waiting for? Let me take over your body, otherwise you will die if I keep beating you!"
Brother Long has been dancing in his dantian for a long time, trying to get Chu Ye to let him take over the body or directly use his sword to resist Fufeng's attack.
No matter how bad it is, you can still attack with mental power. Chu Ye's soul power is so powerful, if he uses the Shattering Star Soul Shuttle or even the Eye of Delusion, no matter how high Fufeng's cultivation level is, it won't be enough!
However, Chu Ye did not adopt any of the suggestions. He just kept silently enduring Fufeng's attacks, leaving his body covered with wounds and looking like he was about to bleed to death without saying a word.
Brother Long couldn't figure out what Chu Ye was thinking. Is there any way he could make a comeback?
"Whoa!"
Fufeng's short scythe was drawn towards Chu Ye again. This feeling of torturing others was really good, and what was even better was that the person being abused was still so resistant.
In the past, his opponents would either give him no impulse to use his scythe, or they would just give in with howls of terror as long as he was slightly injured. Those who couldn't admit defeat would quickly collapse under his scythe, making it impossible for him to kill the killer in his heart.
Let all your thoughts out.
Only the ghost face in front of me could barely resist his scythe. At the same time, he remained silent even though he was injured. He kept resisting. He was simply the best person to vent his anger on!
It can be said that Fufeng has not felt so happy for a long time.
only……
Although he was very satisfied with the target this time, he couldn't vent his murderous intention in his heart. Instead, Fufeng felt a little bored. Facing such a silently resisting target, he missed the ones he had driven to collapse before.
The warrior screamed.
The game ends here!
When the scythe in Fufeng's hand was swung again, the direction it was swiping had turned towards Chu Ye's neck. As long as the scythe passed by, Chu Ye's life would probably end.
However……
The beautiful scene that Fufeng imagined of the scythe slicing across Chu Ye's neck and splattering a lot of blood did not appear. The scythe passed by, and Chu Ye actually stepped back a little as if he had sensed it, just in time to avoid the scythe's slash.
cut.
"Huh?"
Fufeng thought it was an accident this time, but the next time he swung the scythe towards Chu Ye's waist, Chu Ye once again dodged in time, narrowly escaping the scythe's slash.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Fufeng waved the scythe again and again without believing in evil, but what was surprising was that Chu Ye was able to dodge the scythe's slashes every time.
No, it shouldn't be said that it was a narrow escape, but it seemed that Chu Ye had calculated everything long ago and used his superb body skills to just miss the scythe's slash.
Just like a warrior dancing on the tip of a knife, he masters the speed, strength and proportion exactly, no more and no less.
"you!"
The hurricane suddenly stopped, and Fufeng looked at Chu Ye in disbelief. The man in black robe with a ghostly face opposite him was still in a very embarrassed state, as if he would fall into a pool of blood and die in the next moment. However, this man had dark eyes.
It's so bright that people dare not look directly at it.
For some unknown reason, when he saw Chu Ye's bright black eyes, Fufeng suddenly didn't dare to speak. The feeling was just like the first time he faced a high-level spiritual beast when he was still a martial arts disciple.
, as if it would be torn apart in the next second.
"No, he is just my defeated general, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
After comforting himself in his heart, Fufeng became more courageous again, but his confidence was not as good as before.
"Why did your physical skills suddenly improve so much? Or have you been pretending before?"
If the movement skills that Chu Ye was proud of before were only 60% in his eyes, the movement skills that Chu Ye showed just now definitely reached 100%, and even he couldn't figure it out.
How could a person improve his body skills so much all at once? But it would be unreasonable to say that he was pretending to numb himself before. After all, Chu Ye's injuries were not fake, and no one would be willing to exchange for a serious injury.
Let others relax a little.
"Oh……"
Chu Ye sneered. With his sword step, he was indeed not injured to such an extent. However, after the past few days of fighting, the basic sword step has been stuck at 9.9% and has never been able to cross the 0% mark. Today, he encountered Fufeng, but it was just right.
It is the best object to hone basic sword steps.
But in order to hone the effect and to personally understand the true meaning of speed and the unpredictable changes, Chu Ye could only use pain to make himself realize deeper.
Finally, at the moment when Fufeng was about to make a fatal move, the basic sword step finally reached 0%.
It was also at that moment that Chu Ye realized that the real speed was not just straight-line speed, but that the speed in battle should have a bonus brought by changes.
Speed is not the goal, change is the true meaning.
"Whoosh!"
Chu Ye didn't answer at all, but directly responded with actions.
Fufeng's eyes were still confused, but his body had already been directed to the back. Only a little red on his chest was unusually conspicuous. (To be continued)