But in order to try the strength of the Fanjin Wheel after using hypnosis, Ye Hao deliberately suppressed his combat power to avoid slashing the Fanjin Wheel to death on the spot with just one knife.
Then the Fanjin Wheel probably didn't sense this. The speed of the ring knife in his hand was extremely fast, and he could even compete with Ye Hao, who actively suppressed his strength.
For a moment, metal collisions kept coming out in the field.
"clang--"
When Ye Haojiu slashed out the sword, the Fanjinlun seemed to have found an opportunity. The ring knife in his hand turned and slashed out in a flash.
This sword was very domineering, as if even the air was shaking for a while, and then there was a sound of breaking through the air around him.
"Clang—"
Ye Hao raised half of the Kanda sword in his hand, blocking the knife.
However, because of deliberately suppressing his combat power, Ye Hao was actually cut by this knife and took nine steps back one after another.
Jin Jiumei looked cold, but she quickly stepped back.
She felt that Ye Hao was dead, but she didn't dare to get too close, for fear that she would be affected too.
"God of War."
Ye Hao stood firmly and looked surprised.
"You just now clearly stepped into the level of the God of War with half your feet, but with the Indian hypnosis technique, you can really keep yourself in this state."
"And when taking action, it seems to be a trend of getting stronger and stronger."
"Interesting, your hypnosis technique is really interesting."
"But, don't you know what this interesting price is?"
According to Ye Hao's analysis, Fan Jinlun squeezed his potential to this point.
Then after this game, he would fall directly to the realm at the least, and would be completely useless at the worst, and he would never be able to take action in his life.
“What’s the price?”
Fan Jinlun sneered.
"As long as I can subdue you, the demon today, it doesn't matter what the price I pay, even if I die directly!"
After the words came, Fan Jinlun roared angrily, while proclaiming the Buddha's name, he rushed to Ye Hao again with a cold expression.
Another knife fell.
"Swish--"
Before the tip of the knife arrived, the murderous intent was already overwhelming.
Looking at the knife, Ye Hao's expression with interest became even more serious.
He still did not use all his strength, but instead used his sword as a sword and took it forward with one sword.
"Clang—"
Another crisp sound, the two sides fought against each other. This time, Ye Hao stood still, but the Fanjin Wheel was shocked by the reaction force and took five or six steps back.
Every step he took, the bluestone on the ground cracked, leaving a footprint.
But at this moment, the Fanjin Wheel had already lost his mind. He was a little bit of a sensation. He didn't even breathe, but raised the sword in his hand and slashed it out again.
Quick, ruthless and accurate!
At the same time, in Ye Hao's sight, the pictures around him suddenly distorted.
The figures of the Fanjin Wheel seemed to have become countless, and they rushed over from all directions at the same time.
"Indian Hypnosis."
Ye Hao murmured. It seemed that the Indian hypnosis technique was really outstanding. Even he was hit by it without realizing it.
However, facing such a strange scene, a smile appeared on Ye Hao's lips, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
"What? The little bastard named Ye, are you going to die by closing your eyes?"
"Aren't you very awesome?"
"Why can't we break our secret technique?"
"If you can't break it, you can only die now!"
"I will cut you down with one knife and kill you bit by bit, and I will let you cut you into pieces!"
The Fanjin Wheel seemed to see something, and at this moment he smiled and said with a grim smile, and his voice seemed to come from all directions.