Fu Weiping said, looked at Yu Sansheng who was watching the play on the side, and asked, "What does Yu Shengzi think?"

"Yang Jie's chances of winning are better. ”

Yu Sansheng shook the folding fan lightly and said without hurrying or slowing.

Fu Weiping frowned and said, "Why?"

It's not that he doesn't believe Yu Sansheng's words, but judging from the current situation, Fan Yeming almost has the upper hand, and Yang Jie has no chance to turn over without accidents.

But now Yu Sansheng's words made Fu Weiping feel a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but doubt his guess.

You must know that before Fang Xiu, Yu Sansheng could be regarded as a strong person for the first candidate for the Holy Son.

Even if Yu Sansheng's sense of existence weakened a lot after Fang Xiu appeared, he couldn't erase his own existence.

Therefore, Yu Sansheng's words are still very convincing.

Yang Jie seems to be passive in defense and has no power to fight back, but in fact, every step of the defense retreats, there is room for concealment, and it is not easy for Fan Yeming to win in a short time.

If you defend for a long time, you will lose, but if you can't attack for a long time, there will be no flaws.

If I'm not mistaken, the Sword Sect is a top sect, and one of the martial arts is called the Tibetan Sword, which is the most mysterious and unpredictable sword technique.

And Yang Jie, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, has learned the hidden knife nine times out of ten.

Although I haven't seen the hidden knife, Yang Jie has not used the means of pressing the bottom of the box so far, obviously waiting for an opportunity. ”

Yu Sansheng seems to be indifferent to everything, but few things can escape his gaze.

The background of Yang Jie and Fan Yeming was exposed in his eyes.

Yu Sansheng was talking here, and the battle in the field had reached a white-hot stage.

Daomen and Tianmen are feuds, Yang Jie and Fan Yeming are also needle-to-needle, and both of them used all their strength.

Fan Yeming collapsed the mountains and covered the sea with one hand, and every punch and palm was like a mountain collapsing, and like the sea pouring down and subverting everything, the spirit was unparalleled.

Faintly, the sound of the waves grew louder and louder in the void.

Along with it, there was also the earth-shattering sound of the mountain collapsing.

Fan Yeming's eyes were round with anger, and the killing intent in his eyes when he looked at Yang Jie was not hidden.

Yang Jie's momentum weakened a little under Fan Yeming's might, and he could only be pressed back step by step in front of the power of the mountain collapse and the sea, and the hand holding the knife seemed to tremble a little.

"It seems that the martial arts of the Sword Gate are nothing more than that!"

Fan Yeming sneered, and with a punch, Yang Jie was knocked back a few feet away, and the terrifying impact formed irregular potholes on the ground.

Yang Jie's breath was a little sluggish again, and when he saw Fan Yeming shoot again, his face also changed.

"Slash!"

However, the honor of the sect did not allow him to admit defeat, and Yang Jie fought hard with a knife in both hands.

Rumble!

The knife slashed through the void, but it shattered in an instant between Fan Yeming's fists.

In the next moment, Fan Yeming landed on Yang Jie with a palm, and at the critical time, Yang Jie only had time to avoid a part of it, and he was beaten upside down and flew out.

In the air, a line of blood was streaked.

After landing on the ground, Yang Jie's face was pale, the hand holding the knife was already unstable, and his breath was completely depressed.

That palm had already hurt him.

"Still not admitting defeat?"

Fan Yeming shouted for Yang Jie to admit defeat, but his body did not stop at all, and he blasted towards the opponent with a punch.

In this way, Fan Yeming's murderous intent can already be seen by everyone.

It's just that Yang Jie didn't admit defeat, and no one would interfere.

"Huh?"

When Fan Yeming killed with one punch, Yang Jie's breath was completely extinguished, making everyone almost think that Yang Jie had resigned himself to death.

Even Yu Sansheng frowned.

With his eyesight, it can be clearly seen that Yang Jie could not be in such a state before.

But the scene changed so quickly that he couldn't help but be stunned.

Could it be that Yang Jie really didn't learn to hide the knife, or has the other party already used it?

Suddenly, Yu Sansheng's eyes burst into light, and the hand that gently shook the folding fan paused slightly.

I saw that Yang Jie, whose breath was silent, suddenly moved, and a breath of new life and destruction skyrocketed wildly from nothing, and a touch of light, a touch of knife light that imprinted into everyone's eyes slowly appeared.

It seems to be a slow knife, but it seems to have passed through the obstacles of space.

Slow, slow to the extreme!

Fast, fast to the extreme!

This is both fast to the extreme, and slow to the extreme.

Fan Yeming's pupils constricted, and his body did not retreat but advanced with a punch, and a wave swept down from nothingness, and a big mountain fell on the surface of the sea.

The palm of one hand shattered the mountains and subverted the sea.

wrapped Fan Yeming's killing palm, and fell heavily against that touch of knife light.

Airplanes!

With the two as the center, the terrifying Gang Qi instantly swept the audience.

Where the fluctuations passed, indelible marks appeared on the iron-paved ground like knives and axes.

Even the onlookers had to retreat slightly.

After seeing that the knife light stalemate with the palm of his hand for a while, Yang Jie's wrist trembled, and he slashed out hundreds of knives in less than an instant.

Hundreds of knife lights converged into one knife, and after the sword light shook in everyone's eyes, it completely cut the palm of the hand that was transformed by the qi.

A rain of blood fell, accompanied by a terrible scream and an arm to the ground.

Fan Yeming's face was painful and hideous, his left hand covered his right shoulder, blood continued to spill from between his fingers, and a bloodstained arm on the ground fell to the ground, indicating who the winner of this battle was.

Yang Jie didn't know when there was already an extra knife in his hand, a knife as thin as a cicada's wings, almost completely transparent.

If it weren't for the occasional cold light shining through, the rest of the people might not have been able to find such a knife.

It was also this knife that cut off Fan Yeming's arm with one knife and turned Yang Jie over from his disadvantage in one fell swoop.

"Smack!"

The voice of King Ping's applause broke the short silence, and said with a smile: "A good hand to hide the knife, the hidden knife does not see the blade, and when you see the blade, you will see blood.

Come on, quickly take Fan Shaoxia down for treatment. ”

At this time, they had already waited for the guards on the side, and after waiting for King Ping's order, they immediately left with Fan Yeming.

As he was leaving, one of the guards picked up the severed arm that had fallen to the ground.

With this broken arm, as long as there are people with excellent medical skills, there is a chance to reconnect this arm.

The hidden knife does not see the edge, and the blade is better than the blood!

What a terrible hidden knife!

Rao is true lineage of the Zhengtian Sect and has seen a lot of advanced martial arts, but Fu Weiping was still dumbfounded when he saw Yang Jie's hidden knife.

In addition to being shocked, Fu Weiping also admired Yu Sansheng's eyesight.

Not long after the two of them started, the other party could predict the outcome of the battle, and this eyesight alone was far from being comparable to him.

"After today, the reputation of Daomen and Yang Jie is only afraid that it will spread again in the rivers and lakes, and the hidden knife ...... It is worthy of the mastery of the knife gate. ”

Yu Sansheng also sighed with emotion, shook the folding fan and said to himself.