"Die!"

Qin Ming had already hated Ye Xiuwen. It was this kid who killed all his brothers.

The Eighteen Iron Cavalry back then were famous in the world, and he was the leader, and I didn’t know how happy it was.

However, in the battle of the "Shangfang Valley", the eighteen Iron Cavalry died and the wounded wounds made them not make any progress in the past ten years.

And what happened? Just when they rekindled their ambitions and wanted to fight on the battlefield again, Ye Xiuwen actually killed them one by one.

He hated, he hated so much, he wanted to tear Ye Xiuwen out of pieces.

The long sword pierced Ye Xiuwen's chest, and the sword edge was covered with vitality.

"Wao! Was!"

The vital energy forms something like electric current, and it is the vital energy that transforms. This sword is like a ray of lightning in Qin Ming's hands.

"It's not that easy to kill me!"

Although Ye Xiuwen was seriously injured, he was stubborn and angrily shouted out. He grabbed it with his left hand, and all the energy of the boy's martial arts burst out, forming a wind force, which directly hit the lightning.

This is Feng Mo Gong. Feng Mo Gong was the unique skill of the Zeng family back then. He was famous for many years. Later, he was robbed and the Zeng family destroyed, so Zeng Fan took revenge.

So you can imagine that the power of this Wind Demon Technique is.

Although Ye Xiuwen only has the first level, he has practiced it to the extreme. In this regard, its penetration is definitely no less than a tungsten steel sword, or even stronger.

"Zheng!..."

"Buzz!..."

Ye Xiuwen's Fengmo Technique collided with the tungsten steel sword in Qin Ming's hand. The tungsten steel sword made a harsh buzzing sound.

Endless winds, with lightning, intertwined in the air.

Qin Ming sneered: "Ye Xiuwen, you want to block my sword with you? Overestimate yourself! Go and die!"

Qin Ming was disdainful at all, and his vitality poured out from his body, like a vast sea. How could Ye Xiuwen be Qin Ming's opponent?

Ye Xiuwen's Fengmo Technique was defeated, but he took the opportunity to dodge and stabbed the sword in his armpit. Ye Xiuwen clamped the tungsten sword with his elbow and grabbed the blade with his left hand.

"Hmph! I'll break you to pieces today!"

Qin Ming sneered and pushed Ye Xiuwen in the air and flew away. At the same time, his left hand condensed his vitality and wanted to smash Ye Xiuwen's body directly.

However, just as Qin Ming condensed his vitality, Ye Xiuwen pulled something out from his back.

"Hmph!" Ye Xiuwen smiled treacherously, Qin Ming felt it was inappropriate, and his eyes moved down, and he was stunned.

He knew that Ye Xiuwen must not use this thing.

However, what Ye Xiuwen came up with? It was the "incredible insult" that made the world scared.

"Insidious" is a mechanism created by the original Tang Sect. It is not only extremely lethal, but also thousands of hidden books are highly poisonous, and those who are in it will die immediately.

The Tang Sect supported the previous dynasty, but was later destroyed by the Ming Dynasty. The hidden weapons of the Tang Sect, such as the insidious shadow, were only retained by the Eighteen Iron Cavalry.

Ye Xiuwen, the insinuated person, came from "Yuan Feng", one of the former Eighteen Iron Cavalry.

The original thousand books in it could be released twice. However, Yue'er accidentally touched the mechanism and released a wave. The last time left was left, and Ye Xiuwen took it out.

Ye Xiuwen looked ruthless and directly pressed the mechanism......

"Do!..."

With just one sound, more than a dozen thousand copies were shot out at the same time, and the speed was extremely fast.

The distance between Ye Xiuwen and Qin Ming was only a sword.

Qin Ming stabbed Ye Xiuwen with a long sword, but Ye Xiuwen was injured and grabbed in his hand. Qin Ming's left hand was condensing his vitality. In just one skill, Ye Xiuwen shot out a thousand copies.

Seeing that Qin Ming was bound to die, this old guy was indeed beyond ordinary people. His rich experience was so scared.

But when he saw Ye Xiuwen touched the mechanism, he knew that this treasure was going to shoot out thousands of books, and he would definitely die at such a close distance. Even if he was not shot on the spot, he might die of poisoning.

So he made up his mind and threw out the palm of his left hand. He used the right hand to wield the sword, hoping to use the rebounding power of the palm to avoid the flying Qianben.

However, Qianben's speed was too fast. In just a moment, Qin Ming's left hand was beaten into a hornet's nest, and three Qianben, through Qin Ming's palm power, were nailed directly to his arm.

"Oh!"

Qin Ming screamed, turned around and landed, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and chopped down his arm.

He couldn't take his left hand anymore, and his vitality could not suppress so many toxins at all. What's more, there were poisonous injuries on his feet!

He made a quick decision and broke one of his arm.

"Ye Xiuwen?" Qin Ming was furious. But he didn't expect that at this time, Ye Xiuwen was even more angry than him. He held the tungsten steel sword and headed straight for Qin Ming.

If the tiger is injured today, if he doesn't kill him, he will probably not have this opportunity in the future.

Ye Xiuwen showed a fierce look on his face, drew his sword and shouted, "Six ways to draw the sword, the first way is 'Jinghong'!..."

As soon as the "Shocking Wong" appeared, the lightning flashed and the speed of drawing the sword made people feel cold all over. Even though Qin Ming was ten meters away, he felt Ye Xiuwen's sword intent.

That kind of sword intent is a mysterious realm formed by practicing a certain move to the realm of transformation.

Indeed, Ye Xiuwen used the longest and longest practice of this move. Ye Xiuwen was always practicing his sword drawing skills.

This sword is his essence and his weapon to kill people.

"Zheng!..."

Ye Xiuwen slashed over the long sword, and Qin Ming caught it with a dagger, but because of his serious injury, he staggered two steps and retreated more than three meters.

And at this moment, Ye Xiuwen's second sword came,

"The second form of 'Moon Slash'!..."

Ye Xiuwen yelled again, and the sword was like a crescent moon, as if a cold light suddenly appeared in the air. With a squeak, it fell down.

Qin Ming held a dagger and blocked it again, but was slashed by Ye Xiuwen with a sword, and then slashed it out for more than three meters.

Qin Ming's injuries were too serious, his left arm was missing, and the soles of his feet on his right were pierced by a poisoned flying knife. Every step he took was like tens of thousands of steel needles.

He retreated one after another, trying to get rid of Ye Xiuwen's pursuit, but at this moment, Ye Xiuwen used the third style "Yuanhong"!

As soon as the "Yuanhong" appeared, the man was like a dragon, slid across the sky, spinning 720 degrees, and instantly slashed out ninety-ninety-one swords...

"Ding! Ding! Ding!..."

Qin Ming was indeed amazing. Even though he was seriously injured, he actually connected Ye Xiuwen's seventy or eighty swords.

Although more than twenty swords were scraped on his body and arms, his injuries were not very serious.

Qin Ming thought to himself: If you continue like this, you will definitely not be able to fight. You can no longer kill Ye Xiuwen today, only another day.

Thinking of this, although Qin Ming was angry, he had no choice but to escape.

But he wanted to leave, but Ye Xiuwen didn't want to give him this opportunity. Ye Xiuwen was in the air and another move of "long rivers fell" to cover Qin Ming.

Qin Ming looked up and sweated all over his body. He couldn't figure out how a person could understand the sword technique so much.

This move made Qin Ming feel like he had nowhere to hide.

Of course, he definitely didn't know that Ye Xiuwen was proficient in ancient Chinese and knew the practice methods recorded in ancient Chinese. This would avoid many detours, and comprehending swordsmanship would naturally be ten times faster than ordinary people.

This is just like the Zeng family’s “Wind Demonic Art”.

The Zeng family's Fengmo Technique has been passed down for a long time, but because they cannot understand the words on the inscription, they can only comprehend by themselves according to the map.

What you realize in the end is very different from what you recorded in the inscription itself.

Not only is the slow practice, but it is not powerful enough. I have practiced a piece of martial arts that should be the best.

But Ye Xiuwen is different. He is proficient in ancient Chinese, well-versed in ancient times, and has comprehensively grasped the swordsmanship in ancient Chinese, combined with his intelligence and talent.

So the sword slashed down, like a corona, falling down!......
Chapter completed!