Zhu Ershisan and Yan Ming separated, and saw that there was a blood hole in Yan Ming's gray robe.

The expression on Yan Ming's face at this moment was exactly the same as Zuo Hui just now, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

He still didn't understand how he got the move when the two of them were intertwined just now.

Zhu Ershisan held an iron chisel in his hand, looked at Yan Ming and asked, "Why, now you have seen the gap, do you still have to fight me regardless of it?"

When Yan Ming heard this, he suddenly raised his head. He looked at Zhu Ershisan's wrinkled face and shouted: "I don't believe you, evil!"

As he said that, he rushed forward again.

Zhu Ershisan didn't say anything, but just took half a step again and passed Yan Ming.

After passing by this time, another blood hole was opened on Yan Ming's body.

Yan Ming's eyes were still completely incredible. He didn't realize how he was hit, but he was already hit.

However, he is also a master who does not believe in evil and insists on testing again.

So, Yan Ming and Zhu Twenty-san's figures kept interlacing.

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

Yan Ming was constantly hit by the body, and Yan Ming continued to attack every time he got hit. Soon, more than 30 moves had passed.

As a result, more than 30 blood holes appeared on Yan Ming’s body...

At this moment, Yan Ming was like the enemies he killed, covered in blood. From those blood holes, blood kept dripping downwards. Yan Ming took a few steps, as if a pool of blood was about to leave on the ground.

At this time, Yan Ming no longer had the domineering appearance he had when he first came on stage. The look that showed in his eyes was no longer the kind of gaze that he did not believe in evil or admit defeat, but the fear of his eyes.

He looked at Zhu Ershisan, his voice trembling. He asked Zhu Ershisan: "You...what is your sword technique?"

"It's nothing, Xiaoli sword technique." Zhu Ershisan said lightly.

He did not deceive Yan Ming. Zhu Twenty-san's sword technique was called the Qiuli sword technique.

The characteristic of this set of sword techniques is that it requires extremely abnormal people's sense of distance. The enemy's height, body length, step distance, weapon length, and various speeds must be calculated. At the same time, the strength, angle, and distance of your move are calculated clearly. Then, using the distance changes between both sides, each time you draw a sword, you wait for the opponent in the middle of the movement of the opponent, and let the opponent hit his own sword.

The Sword Technique of Milky Little Sword requires a very abnormal calculation ability. Not only that, it also requires the ability to master the opportunity. Its own speed has reached an extremely accurate level.

This set of sword techniques is divided into three realms, namely, "focus on", "focus on one's own" and "small in one's own" realm.

Zhu Ershisan has had quirks since he was a child and had to calculate numbers to be at ease. He usually subconsciously calculates these distances. Practice makes perfect. Although he had never practiced the sword technique of Xiaoli when he was young, he had reached the highest level of Xiaoli in his mind.

Later, he went to Zixia Mountain to seek discipleship and failed and became Yun Daozi's sword ghost. Seeing that he was gifted, Yun Daozi taught him this set of Xiaoli sword technique. Sure enough, after Zhu Ershisan obtained Xiaoli sword technique, he was like a tiger's wings. His martial arts skills were advanced a thousand miles a day, and he found the sword technique that suited him the most, and he never practiced other martial arts since then.

Now, Zhu Ershisan has been immersed in this set of slim sword techniques for more than fifty years. He has practiced with great stunningness and stunningness. Ordinary opponents can calculate the gap with themselves by just looking at their basic performance.

He previously said that the difference between Zuo Hui and his martial arts was one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two centimeters, which means that when Zuo Hui was one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two centimeters, Zuo Hui did not hurt him, Zhu Ershisan could hurt him.

Similarly, he told Yan Ming that the martial arts gap between them meant that no matter how hard Yan Ming tried, he was still five inches and seven minutes away from Zhu Twenty-san, Zhu Twenty-san could already hurt the other party.

Because of practicing Sword Technique for a long time, Zhu Ershisan has been able to make the gap between most opponents and himself. This is what is called practice making perfect.

The reason why Yan Ming is so miserable on the ring is because Zhu Ersan heard what Sun Yijun said in the audience that he thought Yan Ming was a bit too ruthless in his actions, so he wanted to teach Yan Ming a lesson.

Zhu Ershisan did not really want to kill Yan Ming. In fact, in the original intention, Zhu Ershisan would not easily take human life unless he faced an opponent who committed heinous crimes and had a lot of evil deeds, or someone designated by the master to kill. Yan Ming looked terrifying now. In fact, Zhu Ershisan chose not to be a vital place, but to make Yan Ming lose blood and not die. It was probably just to teach him a lesson.

Zhu Ershisan would not take the initiative to express his purpose, it all depends on Yan Ming's understanding of his own meaning.

At this time, Yan Ming had more than 30 blood holes on his body, and could clearly feel the feeling of his blood flowing out from the wound on his body. Yan Ming only felt that the pain in his wound gradually became numb, and he seemed to be able to hear the ticking sound of blood flowing out. His body's strength continued to flow out, as if life was also passing away.

He gasped heavily. He had never felt such fear before. At this moment, he remembered those who died at his hands. Did those people feel the same despair as he was at this moment?

Yan Ming looked at Zhu Ershisan, and he even hoped that Zhu Ershisan would understand him directly with one sword, let him die without suffering the pain of the blood flowing out. On the other hand, although Yan Ming was afraid, he was fighting on behalf of the Yuwen family due to his own face. At this time, he had not completely lost his combat power. If he just gave up, under the gaze of so many fellow practitioners in the world, he would not have the face to hang out in the world in the future.

These two contradictory ideas made Yan Ming at a loss, not knowing how to choose, and at the same time, the loss of blood also blurred his judgment. He stood in this arena, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Ershisan didn't take the initiative to attack, just waiting for Yan Ming to make a choice. He stood there without moving with an iron chisel in his hand.

"Yan Ming, come down."

At this time, in the direction of Yuwen's family, a man's voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, Yan Ming, who was at a loss on the ring, suddenly felt his body trembled. He seemed to have found his backbone and looked back.

In the resting place where the Yuwen family is located, a man who looked about thirty years old, with a rosy face but with white hair said to Yan Ming.

Strangely, Yan Ming himself is over 60 years old, but after hearing the words of this man who looks only in his thirties, he is very obedient.

Yan Ming shook his body, and finally held up, bowed to Zhu Ershisan, and said, "You are very good at martial arts, and Yan Ming is not an opponent. In today's battle, Yan Ming knew that his martial arts skills were low and decided to go into seclusion for ten years. He only hopes to meet you in the world in the future. I hope you can live until 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 game."

After saying that, Yan Ming jumped off the ring and fell on the ground and swayed for a few steps. Someone from the Yuwen family immediately ran out, supported Yan Ming, and helped him back to the Yuwen family's rest area for treatment.

There was also a sound of gold from Luo Xiaosheng, and only Luo Xiaosheng said: "Su Peng won in this game!"

After saying this, Luo Xiaosheng said to Zhu Twenty-san on the stage: "Can Su Pengfang's people fight again?"

"It's OK, go ahead."

Zhu Twenty-san on the stage said.

"It turns out to be a master, and I can't hide it."

At this time, in the place where Yuwen's family is located, the man with a white hair but a rosy face in his twenties or thirties said, and he walked out slowly as he said, with his hands behind his back.

"Finally, Master Yuwen's uncle took action..."

Not far away, Luo Xiaosheng, who was watching the ring, couldn't help but say in his heart when he saw the white-haired man walking out.

The white-haired man looked only in his twenties or thirties, but Luo Xiaosheng knew that this person was over ninety years old.

This white-haired man is the worship elders in the Puning Sword Sect who specialize in practicing and being the advanced combat power of the Puning Sword Sect.

The white-haired man had a surname of Yuwen, but he was actually from the Yuwen family. However, almost eighty years ago, he entered the Puning Sword Sect from the Yuwen family and became a Puning Sword Sect. He didn't care much about the affairs of the Yuwen family.

His name is Yuwen Yang, and he is considered to be a generation of Yuwen Wuji's great-grandfather. When he was young, he once killed a turtle demon and took the demon pill in the turtle demon's body. As a result, not only did his internal strength improve greatly, but he will never grow old since then.

This Yuwen Yang has a very high martial arts skills, and a few people in the Puning Sword Sect know that in addition to his great martial arts skills, this Yuwen Yang has also practiced extremely powerful secret techniques. This secret technique made Yuwen Yang almost invincible on Wugong Mountain. Even in Wugong Mountain, no one was his opponent.

Such a master was actually invited by Yuwen Wuji, which made Luo Xiaosheng feel that the people of the Yuwen family are really powerful and basically won the bet today.

Yuwen Yang came to the stage, stood straight with his legs, without any knee-bending movement, and saw his body floating on the stage as if a breeze was sent up.

Seeing such light skills, the onlookers with some eyes couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

This is not light skills, but the direct use of super internal skills, which creates the effect of controlling the wind within a short distance, making Yuwen Yang so "floating".
Chapter completed!