Corpse Town Eternal

Chen Zheng was furious. He obviously didn't expect that Ye Ming would dare to speak to him like this, but he also didn't think about it. You are going to kill someone, so why are they scolding you?

"Okay, okay, since you are so anxious to reincarnate, I will help you."

After saying this, Chen Zheng raised the long sword in his hand and struck Ye Ming with one sword.

The sword technique performed by Chen Zheng, which Ye Ming had seen introduced in the Sutra Pavilion, was the Po Yue Sword Technique. The sword techniques were not exquisite, but they focused on breaking through ten thousand techniques with one force, and the sword was powerful and heavy.

Chen Zheng has already practiced Huang Jie's high-grade swordsmanship to the level of Xiaocheng, which is pretty good.

After the elder said that the duel stage is divided into life and death, and everything belongs to the other party after death, Ye Ming already had a plan. How could such an interesting duel end too soon, especially when Ye Ming saw the outer stations of the duel stage. The author Song Shurui, and his younger brother.

Everything the elder said should include the opponent's body. I kindly helped my opponent collect the body, so it shouldn't be a violation of the agreement.

Within the same level, Ye Ming did not believe that Song Shurui could find someone stronger than him. What's more, the use of zombies was not prohibited on the duel stage. If it was not possible, if he summoned zombies by himself, could his opponent stop him?

Facing Chen Zhengshi's powerful and heavy sword, Ye Ming directly used the Fuliu Style of the Fuliu Sword Technique to directly remove the force from Chen Zheng's long sword.

"Perfect Level Fuliu Sword Technique? You have actually practiced this rubbish sword technique to the Perfect Level. It's a waste of time." Chen Zheng saw Ye Ming's sword technique at a glance. Although he was a little surprised, he was more disdainful.

Indeed, the higher the level of swordsmanship, the greater the difficulty. Just like the low-grade Huang-level swordsmanship of Fuliu, it is no more difficult to practice to the perfect state than the upper-level Huang-level swordsmanship to the Xiaocheng state.

"Whether it's rubbish swordsmanship or not, you'll know if you try it." Ye Ming sneered.

After hearing this, Chen Zheng used Po Yue Sword Technique to continuously attack Ye Ming.

However, Ye Ming always responded to the enemy with a single blow, and did not attack. He only used soft energy to resolve Chen Zheng's attacks.

Seeing the fight between the two people on the duel stage, all the disciples in the audience were talking about it.

"This kid is too weak. From the beginning of the battle until now, he has never taken the initiative to attack. He only used one move of Fuliu to defend."

"I've never heard of this kid coming out of nowhere, how can he be Chen Zheng's opponent?"

"I heard that he was promoted from a handyman disciple not long ago, and the only martial arts he has mastered is the Fuliu Sword Technique. What else can he do without Fu Liu's defense? Can he use Sui Feng to attack? He hasn't been hacked by Chen Zheng's Po Yue Sword Technique. In half, hahaha.”

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The melon-eating disciples in the audience commented on the two of them, but Ye Ming was not affected at all.

Fuliu's swordsmanship has never been so exhausted as it is now. Every time he blocks Chen Zheng's attack, Ye Ming feels new insights coming to his heart.

It's just that he wanted to use Chen Zhenglai to break through Fuliu swordsmanship to a superb state, but Chen Zheng's physical and spiritual power did not allow it.

I saw that Chen Zheng's attack speed was getting slower and slower, and the force of his sword became lighter and lighter.

Ye Ming looked at Chen Zheng with disdain and said with a poisonous mouth, "Isn't your endurance not much worse than Zhen Yijin? He is a three-second man, and you are at most twice as good as him. Even if you are a six-second man, ”

Chen Zheng was furious. He had heard about Zhen Yijin. He said angrily, "I have been fighting with you for at least a stick of incense. You are not a 6-second man. Do you know how to count?"

"Oh, that's it," Ye Ming said pretending to be innocent, "It's not my fault. You look exhausted, as if you've been squeezed dry. It's inevitable that there will be misunderstandings."

"Zhen Yijin? I know, he is Ye Ming, the one who scolded Zhen Yijin until he fainted. It was he who gave Zhen Yijin the title of Three Second Man."

"What a talent. I never thought that Zhen Yijin's name could be interpreted in this way. It's interesting. It's really interesting. Now I don't even want him to die. Wouldn't it be a pity that such an interesting person dies."

"Yes, yes, Zhen Yijin. I wonder if there is anyone named Jia Yijin. If there is, it would be interesting. We can pair up with Zhen Yijin and become brothers, hahaha."

Not far from the arena, Zhen Yijin learned that Ye Ming had appeared and was dueling with someone, so he hurried over immediately to see how Ye Ming died.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived here, he saw Ye Ming making fun of himself on the stage. What was disgusting was that everyone in the audience was laughing at him.

All of this was thanks to Ye Ming. Zhen Yijin felt his head was filled with blood as he listened to the discussions of the people around him.

Then there was nothing more, Zhen Yijin fainted again.

"Senior Brother Yijin, Senior Brother Yijin, wake up. You are so good, why did you faint again? Hey, I told you to be obedient, eat whatever supplements you want, and eat more, but you just don't listen, your body is so How can you do it if you are weak?"

"No, after we go back, whether you want it or not, I will feed you and stuff you. It's better than you fainting and being weak." A junior brother next to Zhen Yijin seemed to have made up his mind. .

It's just that this person's voice was a bit loud. Originally, Zhen Yijin was unconscious and had not been discovered yet, but as soon as this person spoke, the attention of everyone around him was attracted.

"Holy crap, this person is Zhen Yijin. He is worthy of being a three-second man. He is so weak that he faints at every turn."

"Yes, look at his hollowed-out look, it's really embarrassing for a man, a real man should be like me." The speaker was a burly man, and he rolled up his sleeves to show his biceps.

Zhen Yijin's junior brother picked up Zhen Yijin and rushed outside, "Please make way, Senior Brother Yijin fainted, I have to go back to give him a supplement."

"Damn, Zhen Yijin really went to eat that thing, I heard that thing is smelly and stinky, this Zhen Yijin can actually eat it."

"Hey, for the sake of a man's sexual happiness, what's wrong with enduring a little smell, if you become a three-second man like Zhen Yijin, would you eat it?"

"Uh, you're right, if I'm like Zhen Yijin, let alone eating bullwhips, if eating shit is useful, I'll eat it too."

"Come on, senior brother, it's freshly baked, please taste it." A disciple on the side came up with a black thing in his hand, and said meanly.

The man was furious when he saw it, "Get lost, my whole body is as hard as iron, why do I need to repair it."

Not to mention the farce caused by Zhen Yijin's appearance in the audience, on the duel stage, as Chen Zheng's offensive became weaker and weaker, Ye Ming could no longer feel Chen Zheng's help in improving his Fuliu swordsmanship.

He immediately said in a cold voice, "I've let you attack for so long, it's time for me to take over. You look down on the lower-grade yellow-level swordsmanship so much, then take a good look at the power of the lower-grade yellow-level swordsmanship. There is no rubbish swordsmanship, only rubbish people."

"Follow the wind." Hundreds of sword shadows fell, and Chen Zheng didn't even have the strength to resist. He was hit in many places and fell straight down.