Wu Rong is superior with intelligence, while Wu Mo wins with strength.

I saw that he was holding a hammer, his muscles were stretched, and he was still at a disadvantage against three martial artists of the same level, and he was at ease!

"Bang!"

Under the shadow of the sword, a courtyard was knocked out of the battle circle by his hammer, and he knocked down three trees in a row before he could stop, his bones were cracked, his internal organs were broken, and a large piece of his chest sank down, and he passed out!

Destroy one person with one hammer!

Looking at several battle circles, Xiao Lu's speed, Wu Rong's beast pattern, and Wu Mo's martial arts all gave them an advantage in their own battles.

And Ye Yan did not have the cultivation of the two brothers of Wurong and Wu Mo, nor did he have Xiao Lu's wonderful timing and treacherous offensive, facing a martial artist who was a full three orders higher than him, the difficulty was not high!

"That's not what I was thinking......

Ye Yan smiled bitterly, he just estimated that when he fought with all his strength, he would be able to deal with the eighth-order martial artist of the Covenant Spirit, but he didn't expect that he would really meet the eighth-order martial artist of the Covenant Spirit!

"Boy, kneel down yourself! Hand over everything on your body! Maybe Uncle Ben can spare your life!"

Assigned to the weakest opponent, the bald nurse "hehe" laughed twice, and said to Ye Yan with a swagger, his arrogant appearance was the same as his master.

He knew the young man in front of him, a popular genius in Qicheng, who was said to have just started cultivating and was extremely talented!

"The talent is so high, the family must take a fancy to him, he must have a lot of treasures, right?"

A trace of greed flashed in the bald head's eyes, what did he say to spare his life, wait for the treasure on his body to be cleaned up, and hand him over to his own young master, what does it matter to him whether he is dead or alive?

Besides, when he falls into the hands of Shi Xuemai, can he still be good?

"If you want to win, you can only outwit!"

Ye Yan's face was cold, but his heart was active.

With a flash in his hand, a human-level spirit beast core was inlaid on the stainless steel sword, and the light was magnificent!

The bald head's eyes lit up, at least the human-level spirit beast core, it seems that the grade is not low!

He really has a lot of treasures on him!

"If you want what I have, trade your life for it!"

Ye Yan said indifferently, the aura around his body was great, and his power was quite strong.

"Pretend to be a ghost, see how grandpa beats you and calls you dad!"

The bald head and mouth are not clean, but the means are not simple, I saw that the aura in his body suddenly rioted, and the cultivation of the eighth order of the spirit spirit was unleashed, and any move was a great threat to Ye Yan!

"One in a row!"

Ye Yan raised his sword and fell, and a sword light full of murderous intent suddenly burst out, setting off countless earth and stones!

"Iron Mountain Fist!"

The bald head roared, and the aura converged on his fist with a metallic luster, and a punch blasted out, directly shaking Ye Yan's sword move!

"Sure enough, the gap is still too big!"

Ye Yan made moves one after another, kicking up the wind and dust, and while dodging the opponent's attack, he observed the opponent's attack methods and habits.

"Are you going to do this trick?!"

The bald head ate a mouthful of soil, and suddenly became angry, and the power of his subordinates soared, but he couldn't touch Ye Yan in the slightest.

Unconsciously, he had fallen into Ye Yan's rhythm, chasing Ye Yan with his third-order cultivation and abundant aura in an environment where his vision was blocked, but he was still unable to do so.

"Second Chain!"

After more than a dozen moves in a row, Ye Yan connected two moves, and there was a sudden throbbing in his heart, but it was fleeting and he didn't catch it.

An opportunity to complete the martial arts!

Ye Yan's eyes were full of flames, and the bald head in front of him seemed to have become his grinding ironstone, allowing him to transform back and forth in the three sword moves over and over again, capturing the moment of breakthrough.

It sounds very simple, but in this kind of realm where the other party is three orders higher than him and can seriously injure himself with just one move, Ye Yan can still use his mind to hone his martial arts, which is not strong.

"He's actually honing his martial arts?!"

Blocking the enemy's attack with a hammer, Wu Mo swept Ye Yan's battle circle at a glance, but saw such a strange scene:

In the dusty environment, the bald-headed and earth-faced courtyard burst out one after another fierce attacks, and Wu Mo, who could see the power of the aura, was a little frightened!

The other party is obviously really angry!

On the other hand, Ye Yan, although he looked a little embarrassed, he had obviously figured out the path of the courtyard, and while narrowly dodging the opponent's moves, he swung out one sword after another, tossing and turning, obviously honing his martial arts.

"This guy is kind of interesting!"

Wu Mo repelled a courtyard with a hammer, and his eyes ignited with war intent, not to these courtyards in front of him, but to Ye Yan, who was three orders lower than himself!

Wu Rong's gaze wandered around the two battle circles, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Phew!"

The bald nurse spat out a mouthful of dusty saliva, and he was furious!

"Blood Sorcery!"

I saw that the aura in his body was rising steadily, and his speed and reaction power were all going up to a higher level.

"Iron Mountain Fist!"

The bald head nurse threw a punch, and a loud bang sounded in Ye Yan's ears, shaking his ears painfully.

Ye Yan's face was solemn, looking at the bald nurse who had lost his mind with bloodshot eyes, and complained bitterly in his heart:

"Wouldn't it?!"

How bad was his luck?

The opponent's strength was at least thirty percent higher than before, and Ye Yan's activity space was much smaller in an instant, and his pace changed many times, and he was almost hit by the opponent.

Fine sweat began to break out on Ye Yan's forehead, but the swordsmanship in his hand was not chaotic at all, and the sword light was like rain, sealing all the opponent's movements.

In a row!

Two-in-a-row!

Triple Draw!

Two-in-a-row!

Triple Draw!

Where is the opportunity for a breakthrough?!

Ye Yan's face was heavy, he felt that he was only one foot away from the door, but he was elusive.

"Stone!"

Hearing Wu Mo's roar from a distance, Ye Yan's heart flickered, and an aura grazed his arm, showing a hot pain.

Looking at it by mistake, Ye Yan caught a glimpse of Wu Mo pressing the remaining two courtyards to fight, hammer after hammer, like a raging storm, one after another, endlessly!

Ye Yanguang looked at it from afar, and he felt a sense of oppression that he couldn't breathe!

Is Wu Mo's strength actually so strong?!

While thinking about it, Ye Yan dodged the punch of the bald warrior again, and when his body changed, he suddenly muttered as if he had been struck by lightning: "Continuous, even the sword trick ......"

As if blessed to the soul, Ye Yan slashed out with a sword, but when the sword momentum was old, he suddenly turned around, and perfectly connected the second sword!

"I see!"

The body shape changed, evading the opponent's attack, Ye Yan was shocked in his heart, even the sword trick, it should have been a move!

It's supposed to be a three-stage slash in one move!

"Maybe it shouldn't be called Lianjian Jue, but Lianjian Slash!"

Ye Yan's eyes were sheng, the sword in his hand seemed to go straight to his heart, swinging the sword like waving an arm, and the sword light poured like water!

"Damn talent!"

Wu Mo scolded in a low voice, he only deliberately reminded him when he saw the connectivity in Ye Yan's moves based on his rich experience.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only understood at one point, but even entered a state of epiphany, and his strength soared!

What the hell talent?!