Death Reincarnation Game Chapter 736: Hai Li Sword Technique
bsp;Zhu Ersan and Yan Ming separated, and there was already a **** hole in Yan Ming's gray robe.
The expression on Yan Ming's face at this moment was exactly the same as that of Zuo Hui just now, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He still doesn't understand how he was hit when the two people's bodies were intertwined just now.
Zhu Ersan held an iron drill in his hand, looked at Yan Ming, and asked: "Why, now that you have seen the difference, do you still want to fight me regardless of the situation?"
Hearing this, Yan Ming suddenly raised his head. He looked at Zhu Ersan's wrinkled face and shouted, "I don't believe you are evil!"
As he spoke, he rushed forward again.
Zhu Ersan said nothing, but took another half step and passed by Yan Ming.
After passing by him this time, another **** hole opened up in Yan Ming's body.
The look in Yan Ming's eyes was completely unbelievable. He didn't even realize how he had been tricked, and he had already been tricked.
However, he is also a master who does not believe in evil and insists on testing again.
As a result, the figures of Yan Ming and Zhu Ersan continued to intersect.
"Puff puff puff puff..."
Yan Ming was constantly hit by attacks, and Yan Ming himself continued to take action every time he was hit. Soon, more than thirty attacks had been taken.
As a result, there were more than thirty blood holes in Yan Ming’s body...
At this moment, Yan Ming was covered in blood just like the enemies he had killed. From the blood holes, blood was dripping down. When Yan Ming took a few steps, it seemed that there was something on the ground. To leave a pool of blood.
At this time, Yan Ming no longer had the domineering look he had when he first came on stage. The look in his eyes was no longer one of disbelief in evil and unwilling to admit defeat, but full of fear.
He looked at Zhu Twenty-san, his voice trembling. Asked Zhu Ersan: "You... what kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
"Nothing, just a few centimeters of swordsmanship." Zhu Ersan said calmly.
He did not lie to Yan Ming. Zhu Ersan’s sword technique is called Haoli Sword Technique.
The characteristic of this set of swordsmanship is that it requires extremely abnormal people's perception of distance, and the height and body length of the enemy must be measured. Step distance, weapon length, and various speeds are all taken into account. At the same time, the strength, angle, and distance of your moves are all calculated. Then taking advantage of the change in distance between the two parties, every time the sword is drawn, wait for the other party in the middle of his movement, and let the other party bump into his own sword.
The Millimeter Sword Technique requires extremely abnormal calculation abilities. Not only that, it also requires the ability to grasp timing. As well as its own speed, it has reached an extremely precise level.
This set of swordsmanship is divided into three realms, which are the realms of 'care about every detail', 'measure every penny spent', and 'pay attention to every detail'.
Zhu Ersan has had a quirk since he was a child. He has to calculate numbers to feel at ease. He usually calculates these distances subconsciously. Practice makes perfect. Although he never practiced the millimeter sword technique when he was young. But in terms of mental method, it has reached the highest level and must investigate every detail.
After that, he went to Zixia Mountain to seek a disciple but failed and became Yun Daozi's sword ghost. Seeing his extraordinary talent, Yun Daozi taught him the Haoli sword technique. Sure enough, Zhu Ersan got the Haoli sword. After the law. As his martial arts progressed rapidly, he found the swordsmanship that suited him best, and he never practiced any other martial arts from then on.
Today. Zhu Ersan has been immersed in this set of swordsmanship for more than fifty years. He has practiced it to a very high level and is extremely amazing. Most opponents can calculate the gap between themselves and themselves just by looking at their basic performance.
He said before that the gap between Zuo Hui and his own martial arts was one foot seven inches three-quarters and two centimeters, which meant that when Zuo Hui was one foot seven inches three-quarters and two centimeters away from him, Zuo Hui did not hurt himself. Twenty-three can hurt him.
Similarly, when he told Yan Ming that the gap in martial arts between them was five inches and seven minutes, it meant that no matter how hard Yan Ming worked, when he was still five inches and seven minutes away from Zhu Twenty-three, Zhu Twenty-three Three can already hurt the opponent.
Due to years of practice in swordsmanship, Zhu Ersan has been able to close the gap between most of his opponents and himself. This is the so-called practice makes perfect.
The reason why Yan Ming is so miserable in the ring now is because Zhu Ersan heard what Sun Yi? said in the audience and felt that this Yan Ming was a little too ruthless, so he wanted to teach Yan Ming a lesson.
Zhu Twenty-san did not really want to kill Yan Ming. In fact, in terms of his original intention, Zhu Twenty-san would not be able to kill Yan Ming unless he faced an opponent who had committed heinous crimes and countless evil deeds, or was one of the people designated by the master to kill. Besides, he would not kill anyone easily. Yan Ming looked horrified now. In fact, the places chosen by Zhu Twenty-Three were not critical. They only wanted Yan Ming to lose blood but not die. It was probably just to teach him a lesson.
Zhu Ersan will not take the initiative to tell the purpose, it all depends on Yan Ming to realize what he means.
At this time, Yan Ming had more than thirty blood holes on his body and could clearly feel the blood flowing out of the wounds on his body. Yan Ming only felt the pain in his wounds gradually becoming numb, and he seemed to be able to hear the blood flowing out. There is a ticking sound, and the strength of the body continues to flow outward, as if life is also constantly passing by.
He gasped for breath. He had never felt such fear. At this moment, he thought of those people who died in his hands. Did those people feel the same despair as himself at this moment?
Yan Ming looked at Zhu Twenty-san. He even hoped that Zhu Twenty-san would understand him directly with a sword and let him die without suffering the pain of losing his blood. On the other hand, although Yan Ming was afraid , but because of his own face, he was fighting on behalf of the Yuwen family. At this time, he had not completely lost his fighting power. If he just gave up like this, under the gaze of so many comrades in the world, he would not have the face to hang around in the world in the future. .
These two contradictory thoughts made Yan Ming at a loss. He didn't know how to choose. At the same time, the blood loss also blurred his judgment. He actually stood in the ring, not knowing what to do. good.
Zhu Ersan didn't take the initiative to attack, just waiting for Yan Ming to make his own decision. He held the iron drill and stood there without moving.
"Yan Ming, come down."
At this time, a man's voice rang in the direction of Yuwen's house.
Hearing this voice, Yan Ming, who was at a loss in the ring, suddenly shook his body. He seemed to have found his backbone and glanced back.
In the resting place where Yuwen's family was, a man about thirty years old with a rosy face and white hair said to Yan Ming.
Oddly enough, Yan Ming himself was over sixty years old, but he was very obedient after hearing the words of this man who looked to be in his thirties.
Yan Ming's body swayed, and finally he held on, cupping his hands to Zhu Twenty-Three, and said: "Your Excellency has great martial arts skills, and Yan Ming is no match for him. In today's battle, Yan Ming knew that his martial arts skills were low, so he decided to go into seclusion for ten years. I hope to meet you again in the world in the future, and hope that you can live to that day and compete with me again."
After speaking, Yan Ming turned around, walked quickly to the edge of the ring, and shouted to Luo Xiaosheng: "I lost this round."
After saying that, Yan Ming jumped off the ring, landed on the ground and staggered for a few steps. Someone from the Yuwen family immediately ran out, helped Yan Ming, and helped him back to the rest area of the Yuwen family for treatment. .
From Luo Xiaosheng's place, Ming Jin's voice also came from Luo Xiaosheng's words: "Su Peng will win this game!"
After saying this, Luo Xiaosheng said to Zhu Ersan on the stage: "Can Su Pengfang's people still fight?"
"It's okay, keep going."
Zhu Twenty-san on the stage said.
"He is indeed an expert, he hides everything deeply."
At this time, where Yuwen's family was, the man with white hair and the rosy face of a young man in his twenties and thirties said. As he said that, he put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.
"Uncle Master Yuwen finally took action..."
Not far away, Luo Xiaosheng, who was looking at the ring, saw the white-haired man coming out and couldn't help but say in his heart.
This white-haired man looked like he was only in his twenties or thirties, but Luo Xiaosheng knew that this man was already over ninety years old.
This white-haired man is one of the senior elders of the Puning Sword Sect who specializes in training and serves as the senior combat power of the Puning Sword Sect.
The white-haired man's surname is Yuwen, and he is actually a member of the Yuwen family. However, nearly eighty years ago, he entered the Puning Sword Sect from the Yuwen family and became a member of the Puning Sword Sect. He does not care much about the affairs of the Yuwen family.
His name is Yu Wenyang, and based on his seniority, he should be from the generation of Yu Wen Wuji’s great-great-grandfather. When he was young, he traveled around the world. He once killed a turtle demon and took the demon pill in the turtle demon’s body. The result was not only The internal strength has greatly improved, and the appearance will never grow old.
This Yu Wenyang himself has very high martial arts skills, and a few people in the Puning Sword Sect know that this Yu Wenyang worshiped the elder, in addition to being very powerful in martial arts, he has also practiced extremely powerful secret techniques. This secret technique, Yu Wenyang is almost invincible in Wugong Mountain. Even among the elders worshiping in Wugong Mountain, no one is his opponent.
Such a master was actually invited by Yuwen Wuji, which made Luo Xiaosheng feel that the people of the Yuwen family were really powerful and had basically won today's bet.
Yu Wenyang came under the ring and stood with his legs straight without any movement of bending his knees. He saw his body flying up to the ring as if being carried up by a breeze.
Seeing such Qinggong, some discerning onlookers could not help but take a breath of air.
This is not Qinggong, but the direct use of super strong internal strength, which creates the effect of riding the wind within a short distance, making Yu Wenyang 'float' up.
Yu Wenyang floated onto the ring, walked slowly to Zhu Twenty-san, looked at Zhu Twenty-san with a half-smile, and said to Zhu Twenty-san: "You just ignored the two people from my Puning Sword Sect and you. The gap in martial arts between you and me, how big is the gap between you and me?"