Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

"I'm coming." Ye Buwen said to Ouyang Zhan.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Buwen rushed out like an arrow from a bow and punched Ouyang Zhan.

Ba Zhan's sword technique has been modified to a boxing version.

The action of the bayonet is changed to a jab, so that the power of the bayonet is transferred to the fist.

"Good boy!" The old man's eyes were shocked.

This speed and this attack actually made him feel dangerous.

You have to defend, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

The old man's battlefield instinct was warning him frantically.

He stretched out his hands, lowered his body to support himself, and protected his body.

"Bang~" A wave of air burst out from the contact point.

The old man showed a painful expression on his face and flew out, and the parrying momentum of his hands was opened.

"How is this possible!" The warrior who brought Ye Buwen to the Duke's Mansion was about to stare out of his eyes. A warrior who was found randomly on the road actually punched the strongest man in Wu.

"Good boy, good boy!" The old man's hands trembled, and he praised twice, with an amazing light in his eyes.

"I'm going to show my real skills."

"Whatever." Ye Buwen was ready for battle, and his footsteps of the Tyrant Sword Technique did not stop.

This military footwork made Ouyang Zhan's eyes shine even brighter.

Which military family's peerless genius?

Throwing away irrelevant thoughts, Ouyang Zhan moved his feet and stretched out his fist to rush towards Ye Buwen.

Ouyang Zhan punched, Ye Buwen punched.

Both of their fists went to each other's face, without any defensive action at all.

Ye Buwen's head tilted to one side, and his face was hit by a fist.

Blood flowed from his mouth, and his brain was numb for a moment, and the world seemed to be shaking.

After waking up, Ye Buwen was a little angry, not because he was angry about being beaten, but because he was negligent, eager to attack and ignore defense.

Ye Buwen looked at the old man, and his fist was blocked by his left hand when it reached the old man's face.

At the moment of being attacked, Ouyang Zhan raised the back of his fist to protect his face.

But Ye Buwen used the knife too much, so he didn't have this natural reaction.

Start the blood burning state!

Ye Buwen used his ultimate move.

Although his HP exceeded 500, his blood burning release skill never disappeared.

A trace of steaming heat appeared from Ye Buwen, his eyes were calm, and his mind was working at a high speed.

"Blood burning secret technique! It's just an ordinary battle, why are you fighting so hard?" Ouyang Zhan was surprised and quickly distanced himself from Ye Buwen.

Suddenly, Ye Buwen's body turned into three shadows in front of the old man.

One on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right.

But when Ouyang Zhan saw Ye Buwen swinging to the right, he immediately moved his armor to the right like a reflection.

No, I was fooled by this kid's fake move.

A strong wind whistled from the left.

"Ah~" The old man screamed, his face was crooked by Ye Buwen.

The old man retreated with a crooked face, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

There was anger in his eyes: "Boy, you held back."

"I'm afraid of young people fighting, I'm afraid of beating you to death." Ye Buwen said calmly, looking at the old man's head with a life value of 511/580.

The punch he held back knocked off ten points of his life.

If it was a full-strength punch to the abdomen, the internal organ damage should make the old man's life value drop by 30 points.

The head is the fatal position, and it is possible that a critical hit will directly clear it.

"Dare to underestimate me." The old man spit out blood, his eyes became a little different, and a faint sound of agitation came from his body.

This is the sound of blood flowing.

Ye Buwen instantly determined that this is blood, and it is much more skilled than him.

This thing is not only him, but also the old man.

Or is it that any warrior with a life value of over 500 has it.

But before I could think so much, the old man Ouyang Zhan attacked.

The old man jumped out in a step, arrived in an instant, and punched Ye Buwen.

Ye Buwen stretched out his arm to block.

Crack, the bones are shaking, making a sound of being unable to bear the heavy load.

The power of the old man's fist has doubled.

Ye Buwen couldn't bear this huge force, and his body was knocked back several meters.

After being knocked back, Ye Buwen jumped back, regrouped and looked at the old man.

This old man is very strong, he wants to show more skills.

Ye Buwen swayed his body, looking for the feeling of controlling blood and qi.

When the blood and qi are in the same direction as the body's movement, the blood and qi can make the strength more than twice as strong.

To be honest, he has not yet mastered it.

"This is..." The old man looked at Ye Buwen's unfamiliar movements and knew that this kid was just a novice at this level.

However, it is even more unreasonable for such a young man to be as skilled as him.

Just a novice has such fighting power, is this a genius?

It's just God feeding him.

Ouyang Zhan was a little jealous.

In this case, don't blame me for using my experience to dampen your spirit.

Ouyang Zhan rushed up again and threw a heavy punch.

Ye Buwen shook his Qi and blood to increase his body's defense ability.

This time, he blocked it.

Sweeping kick.

Ouyang Zhan changed his moves quickly and kicked Ye Buwen's supporting leg with a low kick.

But the lack of Qi and blood has its own effect. Although he couldn't exert great power, his body balance was very good.

The old man couldn't kick Ye Buwen to the ground.

Instead, he fell into a dilemma of imbalance and inability to defend.

Ye Buwen punched the old man's body.

The old man stretched out his hands to protect him.

He was knocked out again.

However, he was not seriously injured this time, and he was able to dissipate the force very well.

Ye Buwen ran to catch up with him.

His fists were fired like machine guns, with continuous punches, precise moves, and spare strength in every move.

He no longer forced himself to control his blood and qi, as that was not his strong point.

It was better to rely on the strong physical fitness brought by the burning blood to crush the old man.

He did not give him time to react to display his skills.

Ye Buwen's bravery put the old man in a passive position, and he became a target.

But Ye Buwen was best at shooting targets.

He walked with the footwork he had practiced hard, and the power of the Tyrant Sword Technique was transmitted to his fists.

Then he found that his blood and qi automatically swayed slightly with his movements, and he did not need to actively control it, it would cater to Ye Buwen with his movements.

The warrior's legs softened and he sat on the ground.

Who is this kid, and how can he suppress the Duke?

Ye Buwen's punches were continuous, as fast as afterimages, and his movements had a skilled and natural beauty.

This is the result of his continuous practice, practice, and practice for half a year.

Once he feels comfortable, no one can stop him.

The old man's forehead was sweating, and his face showed a painful expression.

He couldn't defend, he couldn't defend this kid at all, he was too fast.

Especially the change of moves.

If he defended one move, he would not have time to react to the next one.

The opponent's state was completely up, this wouldn't work.

Even if he took a hit, he had to use his full strength to break this kid's state.

Ouyang Zhan made up his mind.

He took a horse stance and used his chest to withstand Ye Buwen's attack, and then hit him with all his strength.

Ye Buwen felt the danger in an instant, and his body reacted naturally, his knees raised faster than he thought and hit the arm that hit him.

The impact direction of the old man's fist force was changed, and the action was also changed, so this full-strength attack became less threatening.

Ye Buwen's mind turned quickly, his hand retracted to grab the old man's arm, turned his back, and stretched out his feet to form a fulcrum, destroying the balance of the old man's feet.

Back throw!

The old man's body hit the martial arts field, and dust was raised.

Seeing the old man fall to the ground, Ye Buwen stopped.

He raised his fist and saluted: "Thank you."

The old man smiled miserably, stood up, and clasped his fists to Ye Buwen: "Thank you."

"Boy, you are the number one in Wu."

"I don't deserve it. I'm just in a good state today. It's still the Duke's skills that are better than mine."

The old man smiled bitterly and said: "My skills didn't help me defeat you."

"I haven't been on the battlefield for so many years, my skills are still rusty."

"Boy, what's your name?"

"I'm Ye Wen."

"How old are you this year?"

"It's not convenient to disclose." Ye Buwen would not tell the old man his real age, so as not to be found out.

Although it's nothing to be found out, the relatives of the previous life are still alive, and he can't implicate them.

"It seems that you don't want to hit me." The old man smiled bitterly, looking at Ye Buwen's young face and the kind of high-spirited confidence.

He seemed to see his youth.

At that time, he fought on the battlefield, fought off invaders for the late emperor, and expanded the territory, and he was unrivaled.

He was a truly terrifying young man.