Chapter three hundred and seventy-fifth madman, madman...
Qingyang Yuanhao led his Martial Lords into the group of Nine Flame Martial Lords. Han Qing'er and Lou Qian's two younger brothers who had just been promoted to Martial Lords were closely guarding him.
Yu Yizhi originally stayed by Ming Zhiyuan's side, but later Qingyang Yuanhao's people entered the circle, and he and Ming Zhiyuan became farther and farther apart.
When I turned around and looked around, I saw that the lazy cat had been following Ming Zhiyuan, and I felt a little relieved.
Ming Zhiyuan was stabbed in the lower abdomen. Instead of being afraid, he inspired a burst of bravery in his heart.
He and Lazy Mao roared angrily while charging toward the front of the battlefield. Yu Yizhi saw it from a distance and felt bad. Ming Zhiyuan was furious.
He was deeply afraid that Ming Zhiyuan would be lost, so he hurriedly chased him, but there were enemies all the way, and everyone was waving their swords to chop at random. He couldn't get to Ming Zhiyuan in time.
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Ming Zhiyuan waved the long sword like a halo, and the sound of the sword penetrating into flesh could be heard from time to time.
Suddenly, a big sword struck him in the middle, knocking his long knife aside. A strong force came from the big sword, almost making the long knife in Ming Zhiyuan's hand fall out.
Ming Zhiyuan hurriedly steadied his steps and looked carefully at the man holding the big sword. This man was very young, with extremely handsome features. His face was as sharp as a knife and an axe, and his lines were very handsome. In his previous life, a man with this appearance would have been
It’s time to become the so-called idol in the eyes of fans.
This young man was so handsome that Ming Zhiyuan felt a little ashamed of himself, and looked at Ming Zhiyuan with contempt.
Ming Zhiyuan was even more annoyed. He held the long sword tightly with both hands and struck the man's face again. The man's sword tilted slightly to block the sword. Then he raised his sword and struck Ming Zhiyuan's face.
Pierce the door.
Ming Zhiyuan pulled back his sword slightly and blocked it upwards. He felt that the previous strong force in the sword was pressing down again.
Ming Zhiyuan struggled to split upwards and stepped back, feeling that his arms and legs were numb.
He glanced around him slightly, and saw that the lazy cat had already rushed to the other side without hesitation. It was at least five or six feet away from him, and there were countless fighting warriors from the two continents separated in the middle.
The extremely handsome young man held the big sword with a look of disdain in his eyes. The big sword drew a semicircle in mid-air and cut off Ming Zhiyuan's neck.
Ming Zhiyuan held the knife in both hands and struck back in the direction where the big sword fell. Just when the big sword was about to hit the edge of the long knife, it suddenly changed direction and struck one side of Ming Zhiyuan's arm.
Ming Zhiyuan took a step sideways, and the long knife continued to slash at the big sword. There was a clang sound, and the big sword was finally cut open by him. The handsome man drew back his sword and stabbed Ming Zhiyuan's chest again. Ming Zhiyuan took two more steps back.
The long knife slashed horizontally at the big sword again.
The big sword turned again and stabbed towards Ming Zhiyuan's right shoulder.
Ming Zhiyuan had no choice but to continue to retreat, squatting slightly, and slashed the man's waist and abdomen with the big sword. The man's big sword was lightly recovered and turned around, blocking Ming Zhiyuan's knife. The big sword made another vertical semicircle.
, rowing towards the gate facing Mingzhiyuan.
Ming Zhiyuan didn't know how many steps he had taken back. As he stepped back, he tried his best to block the man's sword that seemed to hit him lightly every time.
The look of contempt in the man's eyes was unobstructed. His swordsmanship was nimble and his speed was extremely fast. He looked like he was treating Ming Zhiyuan like a monkey.
Ming Zhiyuan felt extremely aggrieved and roared angrily. Every time he blocked the big sword, he almost had to use all his strength.
If he continues like this, he may not be able to block a few more swords.
He circulated the breath in the inner elixir very fast, and felt that the breath in his limbs and bones had risen to the point where his blood was boiling, and endless power was once again produced in his body.
The sound of wind and thunder brought about by the sound of the broadsword chopping down in the air became louder and louder.
At this moment, the man had a solemn expression. The big sword began to no longer take the path of light attacks.
With every chop made by the long knife in Ming Zhiyuan's hand, the feeling of the big knife merging with himself, the feeling of majestic power coming out, appeared in Ming Zhiyuan's mind again.
The battlefield began to disappear from his eyes, only the man holding a big sword in front of him, his eyes watching every time he swung the big sword and thrust, the long knife could always chop at the weakest point of the sword's strength when it fell.
Gradually, Ming Zhiyuan also began to fight back. Every few moves, there was always a knife to fight back. What he did not notice was that the aura on his body began to boil, and there was a somewhat oppressive momentum.
As the sound of wind and thunder in the long knife became louder and louder, every time he took the initiative to strike back with a knife, there would be a slight crackling sound in the air.
The look in the man's eyes became more and more solemn, and his attacks became more urgent.
Ming Zhiyuan was still like that. Every time he blocked a few times, he would always counterattack, and the power of each counterattack became stronger and stronger.
Later, every time the two swords crossed each other, there would be a burst of sparks on the blade.
Around them, a two-foot-square unmanned fighting circle has formed.
In the distance, Yu Yizhi was still blocked at a distance of five to six feet, and was surrounded by two Qingji Martial Lords, who stopped him firmly.
At this time, Ming Zhiyuan could only see the man and the big sword in his hand. Looking at the range and speed of the big sword swing, the long knife in his hand kept slashing at the opponent.
When he struck back again, the seemingly invincible and unstoppable sword was finally slashed to one side by the sword.
Ming Zhiyuan's heart was shocked, and he realized that this was also a big sword that could be cut open by him. As the momentum in his heart increased, he felt that the inner alchemy began to beat violently again.
As the inner alchemy beat, the aura coming out of the inner elixir became thicker and more powerful. Ming Zhiyuan gathered all his aura and once again clenched the long knife and struck back at the man, slashing the knife above his head from mid-air.
As the sword slashed down, the sound of wind and thunder carried by the wind of the sword finally turned into a sound like thunder. Only a bang was heard, and the shadow of the sword was no longer visible, only an afterimage flashed in the air.
The man's face suddenly changed. This time it was finally his turn to step back. He took a few steps back to avoid the knife. Immediately, Ming Zhiyuan's second knife struck again. The man still did not dare to take it hard, knowing that
He had already mobilized his whole body's strength and momentum, and Kaname took advantage of his strong momentum to force himself to take his sword.
After taking seven or eight steps back, the man finally recovered for a moment and stabbed Ming Zhiyuan in the chest with his big sword.
At this time, Ming Zhiyuan also slashed the man's head with a big sword. He saw the direction where the big sword was coming. If he didn't put away the sword to avoid it, the sword would hit him deeply in the chest, but he was so powerful now.
If he were to retreat at this moment, he would be afraid that his momentum would drop and he would no longer be able to block the man's attack.
Ming Zhiyuan roared loudly and almost jumped up without hiding, and the sword accelerated and struck the man's head again.
When the man saw that Ming Zhiyuan did not turn around and dodge, and the long sword was still slashing towards his head, he couldn't help but feel frightened. He retracted his sword and blocked it upwards, but this time the sword was blocked a little slower.
With a clang, the long knife was slowed down a bit, and the upper part still landed on the man's head.
After being blocked for a while, the long knife did not cut deeply, and the blade surface was embedded in half an inch.
The man tried his best to slash the sword upward again. Ming Zhiyuan took the sword back and slashed it down again.
At this time, the man's head was covered with blood, and blood was flowing down his face.
"Crazy, crazy..."
The man felt a huge pain in his head and felt dizzy again. He yelled and ran backwards, and several exclamations of surprise were heard in the distance.