Famous in the Jianghu [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

The swordsman is also the murder weapon.

Those who use the sword have no fear in their hearts, and the sword is naturally fast.

Yu Luocha stood not far away, and according to his vision, he could naturally see the martial arts used by Ye Cenqiu and Wu Ming.

The more he watched, the brighter the light in his eyes became, and there was inevitably a hint of eagerness in his heart.

The fingers covered by the wide sleeve moved slightly.

In just half a year, Ye Cenqiu's martial arts has improved a lot.

And Wu Ming.

Looking at this old man who has been a grand master for a long time, Yu Luocha couldn't help but look at him.

Whether it is Hua Gu Mian Zhang or other martial arts such as the finger knife, they are all unique skills that have long been lost in many schools.

Regardless of how he knows these unique skills, just finding them can already prove that Wu Ming's is not easy.

Gong Jiu stood with Niu Routang, no matter what happens after today, his plan needs to be changed, and now this opportunity, he looked at Yu Luocha openly.

Although Wang Chuan has great news channels, according to the information he found, Wang Chuan doesn't have many first-class experts.

So he dared to come here today.

For martial arts practitioners, the competition between great masters is no less than a peerless cheat book.

What's more, after today's competition, I am afraid that I will never see such a grand situation in my life.

But to his surprise, the person who has been walking with Wang Chuanzhu turned out to be Yu Luocha, the leader of the Western Demon Cult who is also a great master.

Obviously, everyone knew about the battle between Wangchuan Louzhu and the leader of the Western Demon Cult. Even if these two were not life and death enemies, it shouldn't be the current situation.

Following Yu Luocha's line of sight, Gong Jiu keenly noticed that his attention was more on Ye Cenqiu.

The look in his eyes was a little weird.

If he remembered correctly, the relationship between these two people is father and son?

The background of Ying Zhong, the landlord of Wangchuan, is mysterious, and no one knows where he came from.Moreover, there are quite a few people with strong martial arts skills in the Jianghu. It is not impossible to say that the host of Wangchuan is already in the age of knowing his fate.

Comparing the facial features of Ye Cenqiu and Yu Luocha carefully, Gong Jiu frowned.

Yu Luocha has half the blood of the Central Plains, and his facial features are indeed somewhat softer than those of pure Western Regions.

What's more, smart people always believe in the answers they come up with more.

If their father-son relationship is real, then the purpose of Wang Chuan's establishment in the first place is worth pondering.

The previous fight between the landlord of Wangchuan and the leader of the Western Demon Cult in front of everyone was probably just to split the relationship between the Western Demon Cult and Wangchuan.

"Brother Jiu?" Niu Routang noticed that Gong Jiu was looking at Yu Luocha.

"Huh?" Gong Jiu focused his attention, his half-drowned eyelids covered the deep thought in his eyes.

Don't think about it so much now.

He came here confident that even if Wu Ming died today, he would be able to escape smoothly, but now that there was one more Jade Rakshasa, he felt a little uncertain.

On the cliff, as time passed, the speed of the confrontation between the two did not slow down, but became faster and faster.

The changes are treacherous, and the moves are fierce.

Now that the sword has been drawn, he will never hold back his hand!

A master's move, a little mistake may lose one's life.

On the horizon, the sun is already high.

In an instant, a icy white light cut through the warm yellow morning light!

"Zheng-"

That white light reflected in Wu Ming's eyes.

It was a sword light.

Dazzling!

The sword light caught his eyes, and the speed was too fast, it was too late to avoid it.

If you can't avoid it, then don't avoid it!

A smile appeared on Wu Ming's skinny face, and he stood straight on the spot without dodging or evading.

I saw that his palm suddenly doubled in size, and it was faintly purple.

The palm was swung out with fierce vigor, and the purple-red palm slapped Ye Cenqiu's chest fiercely.

If this palm hits, Ye Cenqiu must be seriously injured, but if Wu Ming doesn't dodge this strike, he will also end badly.

Injure one thousand enemies, and self-inflict eight hundred.

Ye Cenqiu thought of a countermeasure almost instantly.

In other words, this is the way he thought of a month ago.

Although his system was useless, it was undeniable that he was able to survive until now because of the system.

Because of the existence of the system, no matter how much damage his body suffers, as long as his blood bar does not return to zero, he will not die.

This feature is nothing to look at alone, but if you look at it from another angle, it can be called a "golden finger".

The sword in his hand was called the magic sword in the game. When the owner's blood bar is only 5% left, he will activate a "rage" skill. At that moment, the owner's attack power will be instantly increased by 50% on the original basis. %.

When a normal person loses too much blood or is seriously injured, the self-protection mechanism of the human body will instinctively make them fall into a coma.

But when their blood bar becomes 5%, they can directly enter the death stage without going through any lethargy.

But Ye Cenqiu who has a system is different.

But the only problem now is how to ensure that when the health bar drops to 5%, his actions will not be affected by the pain on his body.

bet!

There is no other way.

Man will conquer the sky!

As long as the system can guarantee that he will not die, then he will gamble, and he will definitely be the winner in the end!

They are both great masters, but they are also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

Wu Ming has been with the grand master for too long, whether it is the understanding and research of martial arts, or the method of fighting the enemy, he is much better than Ye Cenqiu.

If you want to win by conventional means, it is always difficult.

The figures of the two gradually approached, and when Ye Cenqiu's sword was about to pierce Wu Ming's chest, Wu Ming's body suddenly trembled, and the sword just pierced him with an arc that was difficult for the human body to reach. arm.

This change was too fast, Ye Cenqiu frowned slightly, but he didn't panic in his heart.

In times of crisis, only those who remain calm at all times can escape.

The purplish red palm was more than twice the size of an ordinary person. Ye Cenqiu didn't hide, his eyes were indifferent, and he calmly stabbed the sword in his hand even harder at that moment, allowing it to directly penetrate Wu Ming's arm.

"Crack-"

There was a slight, teeth-stinging grinding sound.

It was the sound of a blade scraping against bone.

No one noticed that Ye Cenqiu's sword was absorbing Wu Ming's blood at a slow speed.

On the sword, the silver-gray pattern seemed to have red light flowing, as if it had come to life.

"Hmm." The pain was unavoidable.

The palm that hit his chest seemed to shatter his heart, and the severe pain spread from his chest to his whole body.

The bone-piercing pain made his body uncontrollable for a moment, and the sword in his hand paused for a second, but then slashed fiercely to the left under his compulsive control.

Blood spattered out, staining a large piece of clothes on Wu Ming's left.

Wu Ming's arm was not completely cut off, half of it was still hanging on the arm.

Blood flowed down his severed arm dangling in mid-air, dripping and falling on the black ground, blooming bright red blood flowers.

The unique fishy-sweet smell of blood spread to the surroundings along the sea breeze.

Wu Ming was seriously injured, and Ye Cenqiu was not much better.

Where no one was looking, Ye Cenqiu began to fall crazily from a cliff with only half of his health remaining.

39%...

25%...

10%...

……

Finally, at 4%, the blood bar barely stopped.

Qi and blood surged, and the blood in the throat was constantly rising.

Ye Cenqiu frowned, his pale face turned so pale that it was almost transparent.

Wu Ming looked at his arm from the side, and there was not much pain on his face. He tapped his finger twice on his shoulder, sealing the blood vessels on the severed arm.

Seeing Wu Ming's movements, Ye Cenqiu opened his mouth expressionlessly and spat out a mouthful of blood with some internal organs.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The coughing could not be stopped for a while, and blood kept rushing up from the bottom of the throat.