"Move three feet to the left..." Mei'er's voice came like the sound of nature. Ye Guhong was so anxious that he didn't even think about it and hurriedly ran three feet to the left.
The place where he was standing just now was hit by Wei Zhonglin's punch again, causing the ground to collapse.
Since Ye Guhong's Nine Palaces Phantom Step can only be used based on the calculation of the direction, so every time after completing a complete change of walking, he must re-conceive the calculation after a period of time before he can use the Nine Palaces Phantom Step again.
Each change has nine steps. If Ye Guhong can complete the nine steps in one go, he can easily use exquisite tricks such as dodge and counterattack.
However, based on Ye Guhong's current understanding of the Nine Palaces Diagram, he could only walk four steps and escape, but it was very difficult to attack the enemy.
And if Mei'er hadn't reminded him just now, Ye Guhong wouldn't have been able to avoid this move.
"Hey, thanks!" Ye Guhong said softly, flicked his foot, turned his body sideways, and attacked Wei Zhonglin from behind with his sword.
"Master, be careful, your sword can't hurt him!" Meier shouted loudly, but it was already too late.
Wei Zhonglin spun quickly, and his dark right arm directly hit Ye Guhong's sword edge.
Sure enough, as Meier said, Ye Guhong's sword blade made a dull sound as if it was cutting on steel. There was a tremor from the sword edge, which made Ye Guhong's arm numb, but the opponent's arm did not suffer any damage.
At the same time, a huge spiritual energy struck. Ye Guhong didn't expect him to react so quickly. He felt bad and hurriedly retreated.
But at this moment, Ye Guhong was already collided with a trace of the opponent's powerful force. Without any spiritual energy in his body to resist, Ye Guhong felt a cramp in his Dantian, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His feet went soft, and his body almost fell.
fall
The onlookers were shocked at the same time. Anyone with a little bit of vision could also see that Ye Guhong had withdrawn his attack in time. In theory, there would be no serious harm at all. However, his reaction seemed too exaggerated.
Within the next dozens of moves, Ye Guhong was almost completely suppressed.
Wei Zhonglin seemed to have endless strength, punching, kicking and kicking all kinds of things. Zhao Zhao was an extremely fierce and tough attack, and there was no change at all in Zhao Zhao. He just relied on the advantages of speed and strength to try to kill him with one blow.
Dead Ye Guhong
But Ye Guhong could only run for his life, relying on Meier's constant reminders to predict and dodge the opponent's attacks in advance. However, because the opponent was too fast, sometimes Ye Guhong had no time to run, so he could only rely on his body to rush forward.
Even rolling on the ground and other embarrassing methods can barely escape, but compared to losing a life, these are nothing.
Qian Xiaoshan and others were just watching relaxedly, but now they couldn't help but frown slightly.
Lin Hanqing said in a deep voice: "Senior brother may be suffering from his frivolous footsteps. All the actions and attacks just now did not contain a trace of spiritual energy... What's going on..."
"Injured? Then you can't be so useless." Hu Kuohai also scratched his face, expressing confusion.
Yan Chen narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction of Ye Guhong and murmured to himself: "Don't lose like this, brat, you only deserve to be defeated in my hands!"
Time goes back ten days to the night before, in the Yaoxing Sect courtyard
Yan Chen and Ye Guhong's bodies were in tatters. Both of them suffered numerous scratches and sword wounds. Although there were no fatal wounds, it was obvious from their appearance that they were exhausted and had little qualifications to fight again.
"Stinky... boy... the spirit breath is so damn weak," Yan Chen couldn't help but gasp, his consciousness already a little blurry.
"Can you stop using the damn dirty words? I'm almost infected by you." Ye Guhong shook his sword and said with a helpless smile.
Yan Chen saw that Ye Guhong could speak normally and his breathing had calmed down. He knew that the other party's injuries were healing quickly due to the recovery ability of dragon blood. In other words, he lost this competition again.
"No fighting, it's so fucking boring." Yan Chen put the long sword aside and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
Ye Guhong chuckled, came to sit next to Yan Chen and said: "Brother, your sword skills are actually much more sophisticated than mine. If I didn't have the support of dragon blood, I would definitely not be able to defeat you..."
Yan Chen immediately stopped Ye Guhong and said: "If you lose, you lose. I haven't fallen to the point where you want to comfort me by saying such nonsense."
"I'm not trying to comfort you." Surprisingly, Ye Guhong didn't start arguing with Yan Chen using swear words. Instead, he took a deep breath and said, "You are very weak, and so am I. We all have many shortcomings. I just want to
You've just become stronger. I said that your sword moves are exquisite. This is not just a compliment, but I can see that senior brother, you have many unique insights into the application and changes of sword moves. Otherwise, you would have been killed by me just now!"
Yan Chen was stunned, and suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "You are so damn merciless in what you say. What's the use of having exquisite sword skills? This idea focuses on the strength of the spiritual breath."
"Yes, exquisite swordsmanship is of no use!" Ye Guhong suddenly showed a joking look and grinned, "But the exquisite swordsmanship is a different matter."
"What do you mean?" Yan Chen asked confused.
"Hey, I have created a set of sword techniques and some of the moves are already in prototype. I want you to give me some pointers, senior brother. Although the sword techniques and sword techniques are different, there are many similarities in the artistic conception." Ye Guhong stood up with a jump.
, said excitedly, "I only want to think of two moves and demonstrate one to you first. If this set of sword techniques is completed, it will be called spirit killing... No, this seems too arrogant. Hey, it will be called spirit hunting sword technique.
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Looking at Ye Guhong, who was so injured that he could hardly stand, he was now full of energy and began to demonstrate his original sword skills using the sword as a knife. He couldn't help but sigh that the opponent's physique was indeed much stronger than his own.
But the next moment, after Ye Guhong used the sword technique, Yan Chen had already stayed there
The moment Ye Guhong struck out with his sword, Yan Chen felt that his world view had been completely overturned.
Time returned to the martial arts arena now, and Yan Chen suddenly shouted loudly: "Hey, brat, it's time to prove your sword skills. Let me see if you, who is not as spiritual as the opponent, can defeat him!"
While dodging, Ye Guhong responded in a loud voice: "It's really unlike you. You don't swear. Look, the next move was created by the two of us. We will never lose!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Guhong just reset the Nine Palace Phantom Step changes in his heart. After waiting for so long, he could finally fight back.
Wei Zhonglin ran over again with a crystal ball in his mouth. He looked like a wild beast and seemed to have no idea what fatigue was.
However, Ye Guhong already knew his weakness
"Senior Brother Di, are you still watching? Open your eyes wide. The devil lingering in your heart, today I will chop it into pieces!"