Looking at Ouyang Ming who was eager to try and his dejected nephew, Yan Haobo's heart moved slightly and said with a smile: "Master Ou, I heard that you not only have learned boxing skills, but also have good skills in swordsmanship?"

Sui Hezhi was stunned and wondered, I just taught Ouyang Ming’s simplest swordsmanship and boxing skills in his army, and when did he say that he was good at swordsmanship? But to be honest, after seeing Ouyang Ming’s boxing skills, he really had some expectations for this little guy’s swordsmanship.

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Yan Huo Chang, do you still have to compare my sword skills?"

Yan Haobo laughed in silence and hurriedly said, "Master Ou has misunderstood. You definitely don't need to do it yourself when you enter the jungle, so having such a body movement is enough." He paused and said, "I just saw the hunting heart and wanted to see how deep the master's foundation is and how far we can go deep into the jungle."

As he said, even if Ouyang Ming enters with the team, it will never be his turn to face the attack of wild beasts. As long as Ouyang Ming's body skills are good enough and does not drag everyone down, they can already make them shout Amitabha Buddha.

However, the stronger Ouyang Ming is, the more confident they are, and they can even be unaffected and go deeper according to the plan.

Ouyang Ming focused on the key points. He knew that the better he performed at this time, the less constraints he would be to enter the dense forest in the future, and he could go deeper into it.

Entering the room, Ouyang Ming took out two sabers and said with a smile: "These two sabers were made when I was bored. Although they are good products, they have not reached their peak yet. Brother Yan will just use them."

Yan Haobo and others thought to themselves that the good saber was still used. Why did this sentence sound so awkward?

However, they also knew that Ouyang Ming did not deliberately humiliate them. After the master casually took out three good-quality peak equipment and gave it to others, they realized that their vision and financial resources were no longer comparable to those of the other party. These two good-quality swords that were not the peak were indeed worthy in the eyes of the master.

However, just as Yan Cheng wanted to reach out to get the knife, he grabbed it first.

Everyone was stunned. The one who took the knife was Yan Haobo.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Yan Cheng asked in surprise.

Ouyang Ming was also puzzled. If he was asked to compete with Yan Chengcai, he would still have some confidence. But if he could defeat Yiwu Huocheng and was also the Huocheng of Chen Yifan's personal guard... Even if he was arrogant, he knew that it would be unlikely to have his current strength.

Yan Haobo chuckled and said, "Master Ou, swords and weapons are blind, and Cheng has not yet reached the point of being able to restrain and release them, so I'll do this battle."

Ouyang Ming then suddenly realized and said, "Okay, then I'll be in trouble."

He took a step back, raised his knife to his chest, and was careful.

However, Yan Haobo casually held the knife in his hand and said, "Master Ou, please take action."

Ouyang Ming looked solemnly. Yan Haobo did not show any posture, and just held the saber loosely. However, Yan Haobo, who was all flawed, brought him an extremely dangerous feeling.

This feeling was like being forced to go to the forefront by Zhang Hanyu and hiding in the abandoned sword Hyoku, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

Ouyang Ming's breathing was suddenly suffocated, and the purple light ball in his mind became brighter.

The greater the crisis and difficulties encountered, the more concentrated and elevated Ouyang Ming's spiritual thoughts will become, and the more tacit understanding will be achieved with Ziguang.

This is not a strange thing. When a living body of any race is forced into a desperate situation, it either waits for death or bursts out with shocking potential.

People say that it is said that wisdom is generated when people are quick, and that only when they have pressure can they have motivation. In fact, this is the same.

As his eyes turned, Ouyang Ming's body flashed, and he came to Yan Haobo with a quick step, and then slashed him with a knife.

Yan Haobo was shocked. This sword was actually nothing and did not exceed the limit of a third-class warrior of power grade. However, when he slashed this sword, Yan Haobo felt a fierce and murderous aura.

This sharp evil aura made him feel a little scared.

The sword that has killed people, seen blood, and the sword that ordinary warriors practice are completely different.

According to Yan Haobo's idea, although Ouyang Ming is extremely talented and a good seedling for practicing martial arts, he has been practicing hard, and after all, he is not a veteran who has been on the battlefield. Therefore, no matter how powerful his sword technique is, he will lack a kind of blood and killing momentum.

However, Ouyang Ming's sword completely subverted his perception.

This is definitely a fierce sword. Of course, the fierce evil aura does not come from the sword itself, but from the person holding the sword.

He wondered, could he be able to cultivate a god of killing even if he practices hard at home?

Although he was puzzled, his subordinates were not slow at all. A sword flashed and bounced towards Ouyang Ming's wrist.

He did not use the blade, but used the back of the knife to hit it, so that even if he hit it, he would not hurt Master Ou.

However, although Ouyang Ming seemed to have given all his strength to this sword, he immediately turned halfway after seeing Yan Haobo taking action, and the sword followed the person. Not only did he avoid this sword, but he also came to his back.

The feeling of fighting with Yan Cheng was once again emerged, and this feeling was clearer and more exciting this time.

The sword flashed, and Ouyang Ming's sword slashed at Yan Haobo's arm, so he naturally would not do his best, but the tricky angle of this sword was amazing.

When Yan Haobo was still, he was indeed as majestic as a mountain, but once he took action, he would inevitably reveal his flaws.

"Okay!" Yan Haobo shouted loudly, and the sword light flashed in his hand, and he actually came down like a flying one.

"Ding--" After a crisp sound, the two swords finally fought together.

Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly and he quickly retreated. He finally realized that there was indeed a huge gap in strength between him and the other party.

Yan Haobo's reaction speed was far from comparable to that of him. This sword actually came first and stopped him. Moreover, the sword light was as bright as snow, and the force was heavy, which forced him to stagger back.

On the other hand, Yan Haobo, not to mention that his body was shaken, he never even shook his body.

Such a huge gap is hopeless just by thinking about it.

However, Ouyang Ming was not completely convinced. Although Yan Haobo's strength and agility were very powerful, if he had finished all his equipment, he would not be inferior, but would be even better.

Of course, Ouyang Ming would never open up all his old foundation at this time.

Taking a step back, he stared at Yan Haobo. The fire chief did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but still returned to his original state and waited for his attack.

Perhaps, Yan Haobo thought that as long as he had a knife in his hand, no matter what tricks Ouyang Ming would make, it would be without any threat.

Ouyang Ming took a few steps back, and his eyes became brighter.

Some people choose to retreat and avoid difficulties when facing difficulties. However, some people are the opposite. The stronger the obstacles ahead, the more they become, the more they are fighting spirit.

And Ouyang Ming is undoubtedly the typical latter.

After knowing that Yan Haobo would not kill him with one knife, Ouyang Ming never thought of giving in. He wished that such a strong man would be trained with him.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming bullied himself again.

This time, the shiny sword light slashed down again. However, just as Yan Haobo's wrist was shaking slightly and he was about to block it, Ouyang Ming's sword force changed again. The falling sword light turned halfway and cut towards Yan Haobo's arm.

It was like the reenactment of that scene just now, but the only difference was that Ouyang Ming's sword light changed faster.

A smile spilled from Yan Haobo's mouth. What's the use of changing quickly? Under the crushing of absolute power and speed, he had already taken the other party.

However, just as his wrists trembled and changed direction again, Ouyang Ming's sword light flashed again, cutting towards his thighs.

Yan Haobo was slightly stunned and had no choice but to follow him.

However, he soon discovered that the saber in Ouyang Ming's hand was very varied and he was simply unpredictable.

This is not how exquisite his sword technique is, how powerful his sword force is, how fast his speed is. If he talks about all this, he is even worse than Yan Chengcai.

However, in terms of the changes in swordsmanship, Ouyang Ming's performance is absolutely terrifying.

Where the sword light pointed, there was always Yan Haobo's flaw. Although Yan Haobo's speed was much faster than Ouyang Ming, in the eyes of Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai, he seemed to have completely lost the initiative and was led by Ouyang Ming.

Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai looked at each other and were speechless.

Especially Yan Chengcai, now he understands his uncle's true intention. If he had not been able to crush him with absolute strength and speed, then he would have been injured and defeated at this moment.

However, Yan Haobo, who was in the game, felt more and more profound.

Ouyang Ming was like a vortex, with the initial power not strong, but as the sword light continued to practice and change, the vortex became deeper and deeper, and Yan Haobo even felt like he was restrained.

When this feeling became stronger to a certain extent, Yan Haobo inexplicably felt a sense of fatal crisis in his heart.

He must change, otherwise, it would be like boiling a frog in warm water, and he would not even know how to die in the end.

His eyes suddenly widened, and Yan Haobo roared, the sound was deafening and full of violent and fierce cold murderous intent.

Then, Yan Haobo ignored the sword light that was about to be seen. His eyes firmly locked Ouyang Ming, and then slashed him without hesitation.
Chapter completed!