Ye Fei has been practicing a hundred battles for the past few days, and the two swordsmanship he has learned need the assistance of this technique, and the hundred battles have been slightly successful in a few days, and tonight's gladiatorial battle must use these two swordsmanship to fight with the pseudo-angel.

A sword is in the hand, and the sword is shocking Kyushu. Ye Fei lowered his head and walked forward, the black knight on the opposite side was air in his eyes, and he didn't pay any attention to it.

The first time Nie Xiaoman saw Ye Fei's appearance in the gladiatorial arena, this little man seemed to be looking down and thinking about some problem, and the knight on the black horse was directly ignored by him, and he didn't even bother to look up.

The black knight Urie's eyes flashed, and the spear in his hand pointed at Ye Fei's eyebrows, as if he could pick the opponent at the tip of the gun as long as he urged the horse to make a stab forward, he would not rush forward rashly, because he carefully screened out several characters who could be called opponents before entering the field, and the young man named Ye Fei in front of him was one of them.

Knowing himself and knowing that he has won every battle, Uriel deeply understands this truth, he has watched the video materials of Ye Fei's several life-and-death fights several times last night, and he found that this young man named Ye Fei is at ease in every victory, and his combat effectiveness is unfathomable, but he has a small weakness, which is likely to be fatal if he is used well.

Ye Fei stopped five meters away from the black knight, pulled out his long sword and put down the scabbard, all the movements were so natural, as if he didn't put the black knight on the opposite side in his eyes at all.

"Ye Fei, come on!"

A familiar female voice came from the stands, Ye Fei raised his head and followed the voice, and at the moment when he raised his head, the heel of the black knight opposite slammed on the horse's belly, and the black horse blew over like a whirlwind.

"Not good!" Ye Fei's heart was shocked, he stepped aside with a sliding step, Uriel on the black horse had already rushed to the front with the wind, and the spear shot at the back of Ye Fei's head like lightning, this blow was just right no matter the timing.

The spear attacked, Ye Fei was just halfway through his dodge when he heard the horse's hooves, and he didn't think much about it at the moment, his feet slid forward quickly, the tip of the spear stabbed into the air, and the air seemed to be pierced in an instant, and there was a soft sound.

Uriel missed the blow, jumped off the horse's back with a kick, and the spear in his hand turned into a hundred and ten silver rays, stabbing at the opponent's back like a shadow.

Ye Fei was distracted and suddenly lost the opportunity, and was forced to retreat by the spear in Uriel's hand, the spear in this guy's hand was as fast as a movie, and the swaying and flashing gun shadow turned into a heavy overlapping silver light net, and the slightest carelessness would be covered in it, even if the magic footwork was brought into full play, it could only be avoided, and it was not easy to open a safe distance in a short time.

Colonel Dennis in the stands has seen Uriel fight with his opponent with a spear more than once, and every time there is a process from slow to fast, but this time it is different, the damn guy is like a turbine with full horsepower, and he doesn't stop flying on the field, and he can't help but feel anxious when he sees Ye Fei being killed and blindly retreats.

The spear in Uriel's hand is as fast as lightning, unpredictable, and the tip of the spear is screaming through the air, the most terrifying thing is that his gun is extremely accurate, Ye Fei tried to move the sword to resist several times, but was blocked by the fast gun in his hand, this guy's spear hides a cold internal strength, and the temperature around the spear seems to drop sharply to the freezing point between the spear dances.

Suffering a loss in weapons, and taking advantage of the momentum, Ye Fei could only fight and retreat, wanting to wait for the opportunity to start the mad man's swordsmanship, suddenly, a furry object was pasted on his back, he actually retreated to the side of the black horse, his heart moved, and suddenly a setback retreated from under the horse's belly, and Uriel, who had the upper hand, seemed to not expect him to use this kind of trick, the spear in his hand suddenly struck, Ye Fei turned around sharply and swept out ten meters away, and poked the long sword to the ground with his frustrated hand, concentrating calmly, and his right palm was lightly buckled half an inch above the hilt.

Uriel jumped on horseback, the tip of the gun pointed at Ye Fei opposite, but he was secretly shocked in his heart, he made this set of marksmanship was taught by a Chinese martial artist when he was a teenager, called Qitan Longpan marksmanship, he studied hard for ten years and practiced marksmanship for ten years, and his attainments in marksmanship have surpassed that of the martial artist who taught marksmanship, and in the past, he used to use a set of marksmanship against the enemy to make nine out of ten to be able to take it, and tonight he has used the marksmanship almost twice without hurting the opponent's hair, he now has the last killing move left, if he can't kill the opponent, it is likely that he will die.

Ye Fei continued to condense the feeling of pain in the bone marrow, his empty eyes looked straight ahead, ignoring the tip of the spear in the cold light not far away, and the qi qi around him could not cause any impact on him, he had a sword in his hand, and a crazy state appeared on his distorted face.

Uriel held the gun in one hand, and the saw-shaped spur on his heel knocked the belly of the black horse, and the black horse that was in pain spread its four hooves and ran forward, and its body suddenly sank down with the momentum of the galloping horse, swinging the gun and slamming it into Ye Fei's chest, this shot seems simple, but it is actually the most powerful killing move in the Seven Exploration Dragon Disc marksmanship, and the power and speed of a shot are instantly increased to the peak.

Ye Fei moved, the sword of the brave let out a choking dragon groan and jumped into his palm, the hilt of the sword was in his hand, and he did not dodge or dodge the sword of the galloping horse, this sword seemed to be extremely slow, but it was extremely fast, the sword light flew out like a cold string moon longitudinally, and turned into a shining giant ship from the horse's head to the horse's tail.

Burst!

The splattered blood turned into a rain of blood in the air, and the galloping black horse was cut in two, and at the same time the knight on horseback was dissected, Uriel died, and the blood of people and horses was mixed together and could no longer distinguish each other, and the spear he pulled out was almost a little bit to pierce the opponent's heart, but it was such a little distance that determined life and death.

Ye Fei's eyes were closed tightly and he stood in a pool of blood in the posture of swinging the sword down, the strange thing was that there was no blood on his body, the blade of the sword of the brave was as clear as water, the sword just now was not a pure mad swordsmanship, before he made his hand, he tried to integrate the meaning of the sword into it, it was a very wonderful feeling, so that he was still immersed in that indescribable wonderful feeling when he cut out a sword, and there seemed to be something difficult to figure out in his mind, which seemed to be within reach but very far away.

Comprehend that the real profound martial arts lies in a comprehension character, Ye Fei's practice of the Wufu swordsmanship is extremely important to this enlightenment character, as long as he captures the feeling of that moment, he can open a door to another martial arts level, the door in his heart has opened a thin slit, as long as he advances half a minute further, he can create a sword technique that is most suitable for him.

Time passed minute by minute, just a few minutes seemed to be as long as a century, the long sword in Ye Fei's hand clanged to the ground, and he grabbed it with his hand, only to catch an empty hand.