Wen Yiming did not take advantage of the situation to pursue and attack, he knew very well that he had the advantage of the charge just now to suppress Cai Zhiyi. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The explosive inertia of the twenty-meter sprint assault is enough to improve the cultivation of the previous level. Moreover, his own volley splitting relies on a long stick weighing 300 catties, which is itself a means of suppression by violence. After forging the body and expanding the veins, after the battle, Wen Yiming was already completely convinced that even if he could not resist the middle stage of the samurai in terms of cultivation, the physical body could withstand it.

On the other hand, Cai Zhi was just a long-distance all-out outburst of resistance on the spot.

It seems that there is indeed an essential gap in the cross-level cross-level battle, Wen Yiming secretly analyzed. As soon as he first met, he knew that the other party had entered the realm of dark energy, but he had not yet mastered it.

Wen Yiming believes that if the two of them just fought face-to-face and fairly, it is still two to say whether they can take advantage. Especially the Blood Demon Hand Martial Technique that the other party used in a hurry, the explosive power that instantly increased made him almost lose his long stick.

This was the first time that Wen Yiming had paid attention to the martial arts of the Heavenly Continent. In his opinion, the martial arts he had been exposed to in the past were nothing more than changes in the true qi operation route, supplemented by the perfect fit of the basic techniques, making the martial arts more lethal, smoother and faster.

But the Blood Demon Hand I saw just now is completely out of the realm of science.

It's time to find a high-level martial arts to cultivate, Wen Yiming secretly decided. has been relying on the inner fist without innovation and creation, sooner or later sit on the mountain and eat empty, and wait until the further the cultivation, the more obvious the disadvantage will be. Neijiaquan is indeed unique in the Tianci Continent, but the martial arts in this world are not useless; at present, except for the selfless mind method, I have not found the essence of the martial arts of the Tianci Continent, and that is because I have not been able to contact that high-end level.

At this moment, Wen Yiming finally adjusted his martial arts mentality to a correct position.

Cai Zhi vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the breath in his body calmed down slightly. In his heart, he was already shocked, he didn't expect that in his eyes, a blind man who was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, was actually a forging martial arts cultivator. This made him depressed to the extreme!

Forging Martial Cultivation is an outlier in the martial arts cultivation world itself. Its combat effectiveness is strong, and it is extremely powerful in terms of endurance and pressure resistance. Even in the martial arts cultivation world, forging body martial arts cultivation is called the Nine Lives Cockroach!

However, even among the great sects, high-level martial arts and martial arts skills for forging the body are scarce and rare, and they require cultivators to have a strong will to survive to the death. What's more, the cultivation resources required for forging the body are not only pitiful, they can almost only be described as unavoidable, and their preciousness is difficult for even the top sects to bear.

Cai Zhi slowly straightened up, took out two brown pills and swallowed them, and his complexion improved slightly. Then he threw away the unrecognizable knife in his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth and stared at the blind man ten meters away. Just as he was about to say two words, he stopped here, but he saw the blind man pointing his stick and said proudly: "After resting, then let's fight!"

As soon as Fang saw the other party move, Cai Zhi didn't have time to say anything about the battle, so he hurriedly pulled out the mountain knife from the back of the junior brother next to him with his backhand, and instantly stepped forward and pointed out. He suffered a loss once, how could he repeat the same mistake again. Seeing that the situation was not right, he adjusted his fighting posture and rushed out at the first time. If he is injured again by this blind man from a long distance, it is very likely that the blind man's temper will be ruthless in cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

However, Wen Yiming did not break out in eight steps to catch the cicada as before, but just took ordinary strides and went straight, holding the long stick with both arms and sweeping at the waist.

The two sides hedged, and the distance of ten meters was instantaneous.

Cai Zhi opened the mountain knife and turned his hand to split outside, not waiting to split the long stick, the blade flipped and stuck to the stick body to cut Wen Yiming with both hands holding the stick.

Wen Yiming drew a stick and walked diagonally, the stick handle was flipped between the yin and yang hands, and the long stick was wrapped around to unload the power of the mountain knife, and the middle palace went straight into a stick and pointed out.

The sound of 'dangdang' rang out, and Wen Yiming's physical strength far exceeded that of cultivation, allowing him to let go of his hands and feet unscrupulously to burst into cultivation. Especially in the subtlety of the moves, Cai Zhi is difficult to match. Looking at the entire heaven-given continent, if you talk about the subtlety of its moves, there is really no one who can compare to Wen Yiming.

Fighting dozens of moves between breaths, Cai Zhi failed to take advantage of it, but gradually fell into a disadvantage, and was forced to retreat again and again, if it weren't for the cultivation of a big realm higher than Wen Yiming, he estimated that he would be like Wu Jun, and he would be killed by him instantly.

Is this the forging body martial arts cultivation? Cai Zhi's face was flushed with grievance, and he burst out with all his strength and slashed three times in a row. With a loud shout, the blood of his arms swelled up, and in an instant, his arms swelled as thick as his thighs, and the blood on his skin was red and dazzling.

Wen Yiming's eyes were sharply condensed, and when he was on guard, his hands were already clasped with five fingers, and he held the long stick firmly and continued to slash and sweep.

'Dangdang'

The blades intersected three times, and Wen Yiming took three steps back. After secretly shocking the opponent's blood demon hand, the strength after activating it increased by thirty percent almost instantly.

The remaining three men and two women who were watching the battle couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw Cai Zhi wielding the Blood Demon Hand, and instantly defended and gained the upper hand for the attack. As if cooperating with a tacit understanding hundreds of times, he invariably pulled out the mountain knife and rushed towards Wen Yiming with shouting and killing.

"Hack this blind man, rush!" a short-haired young man who bore the brunt of the attack shouted with a knife.

The young man behind him who had been slashed away by Cai Zhi jumped up on his knees, pulled out two short knives from his waist with a 'swish', and shouted, "Senior Sister Feng Ling assists remotely!"

The young man in the distance was far away, and when he got up and drew his knife and sprinted, his left hand swiped on his waist, and the three flying knives shook his hand and shot at Wen Yiming. And the woman named Feng Ling moved around her feet, and when she raised her hand, two hidden arrows rushed out. As soon as the sleeve arrow was taken out of his hand, he turned his hand and took out a repeater from his waist, quickly moved the direction, and aimed at Wen Yiming, who was at a disadvantage.

Wen Yiming secretly complained to himself, your uncle! This battle looks like he is doing this kind of thing to bully the less. However, Wen Yiming was not annoyed, as a ruthless person from the earth, it was only natural to take advantage of his illness to kill him. For anything that can't be beaten and run, the Yin people will never clash head-on, fight in the streets and alleys, scatter lime and other indiscriminate methods, he is very much in favor, and has done it a lot.

If you live, you have to use your brains! Wen Yiming agrees.

At this time, in the face of the siege that broke out in an instant, Wen Yiming did not dare to resist the love war. Except for the young man who threw the knife in the distance and the other woman who did not move, who was the ninth layer of the warrior, the other two were all cultivators of the first layer of the samurai.

Wen Yiming pointed at Cai Zhi's head with a stick, and without waiting for the old man to use the move, he suddenly broke out in eight steps to catch up with the cicada and retreated. When he half-turned, the long stick jumped up on the ground, narrowly avoiding the three throwing knives that passed close to his chest.

The person flipped three meters in the air, and before he landed, he heard two 'sighs' hitting the ribs violently. Wen Yiming let out a low snort, lifted the long stick that supported the ground with both arms, and forcibly swung two hidden arrows horizontally.

As soon as Fang landed, the short-haired young man who rushed to the front raised his knife and slashed at the long stick that had just swung his sleeve arrow, while Cai Zhi had already held the knife in both hands and took advantage of the three-meter charge to take off and slash down.

'Boom!'

Wen Yiming dodged five hidden weapons in a row, it was difficult to adjust the center of gravity to change the move, and the long stick was chopped by the young man almost attached to his body, and the remaining strength shocked him out of two meters.

"Huh~~~!" Cai Zhi slashed straight down, his blood-red arms were full of surging blood vessels, and the sound of the golden blade splitting the air carried a fierce wind, which made Wen Yiming's scalp jump wildly.

Now it's my turn to hastily endure the inertial slash on the spot. Wen Yiming secretly smiled bitterly!

Ignoring the other young man's two short knives across his waist and eyes, his ten toes grasped the ground, his legs sank, and his arms lifted the long stick to meet the horizontal frame of the mountain knife that was slashing down.

Wen Yiming's reaction was fast enough, and the whole process took less than a second. However, the opponent's next slash was still one step ahead, and the blade was only seven inches above his head, and the 'Baihui Acupoint' was stimulated by Sen Han's murderous aura and pulsed violently.

The short knife wipes the waist is imminent, and the immediate split is close at hand!

Dangerous!

Cai Zhi's hideous face revealed a touch of cruel bloodthirst. A sinister smile hung on the corner of the young man holding the short knife...

The psychic black beak twisted the feathers on its chest, and its two claws penetrated deep into the branches...

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and closed his lips, his brows furrowed, and his expression looked like a volcano about to erupt.

"Huh~~~!"

With a furious shout, Wen Yiming's long stick with both arms stretched out and stood up. The selfless mind violently poured into the waist and legs, and the forced force under the feet caused the knee joint to bend instantly, and the waist fell backwards under the impact of the reverse force.

At the last moment, the strength of his legs and torso suddenly exploded, and he forcibly used an accelerated version of the 'Iron Plate Bridge' in the static state where he was originally standing! This is completely contrary to physics. The instantaneous backlash impact brought by it made Wen Yiming's waist and leg joints bruise in an instant. He even heard the tearing of his abdominal muscles to the limit.

Seeing the blind man who was about to be divided, his body suddenly lay down and disappeared, and the power of the mountain knife that had lost its target slashed heavily on the golden long stick raised.

'Puff~~~!'

Wen Yiming's legs bent at right angles, almost letting his back touch the ground. He was slid five feet away by the force of the thunder, and his feet that sank into the ground dragged out two eye-catching ravines. Due to the instant repulsion, the short knife that wiped the waist only cut off a piece of clothing.

Wen Yiming stood up on the ground with his strong physique in the reverse slide. Fang kept getting up his waist, and felt that his waist, abdomen, and knees were weak, and he hurriedly used a long stick to support his body and sink.

There was a churn in the chest and abdomen, and a bloody breath rushed to the mouth and nose. Without waiting for Wen Yiming to breathe, Feng Ling's crossbow arrows shot while moving had already covered it densely.

And the farthest young man was also besieged by his companion just now.

Wen Yiming's steel teeth fell, and a violent aura suddenly emanated.

Wen Yiming, angry!