"Fifteen knives?" "Crazy Zhou's eyes flashed with anger: "What about fifty knives and a hundred knives!"

Saying that, the true qi lingered all over his body, and the strong aura was permeated.

The glint shone above his fists, and he ran quickly, then blasted down with a punch.

Bang la blah

The air rattled where the fist passed, forming a complete vacuum, and the speed increased a lot.

Xiang Yang's face was full of disdain.

Just swing the treasure knife in your hand and slash quickly.

The blades were like snow and frost, forming a knife cover, and he didn't know how many knives Xiang Yang had slashed out in an instant.

A little discerning saw that it was seven knives.

The eyes of the vicious saw that it was thirteen knives.

For example, these masters such as the elders of many sects in the surplus grain can see that there are no more, no less than fifteen swords.

The worst can only see a knife.

Xiangyang is the last move, but it is the last to come.

The sword slammed into the fist.

The vigor swept through the knife qi, and the ground made of stainless steel was covered with knife marks and pits.

Pedal, pedal

"Crazy Zhou" retreated continuously, his fists were injured, revealing his white bones, blood flowing, and there were several knife marks all over his body.

But there was a tragic aura all over his body, and the battle intent in his eyes continued unabated, and he continued to rush towards the sun quickly.

Xiang Yang's face was gloomy: "It's very tenacious, twenty knives can't solve you, then twenty-five knives, I want to see how many knives you can resist!"

Before the words fell, the blade flickered, and it slashed out again.

"Crazy Week" is completely crazy, fearless, and invincible.

Snort!

"Crazy Zhou" stepped back again, with more stab marks on his body, more serious injuries, and blood was already bleeding from the place where he stood.

At some point, the whole venue fell silent.

Although they were shocked by Xiangyang's strength, they were also moved by the courageous and fearless spirit of "Crazy Man Zhou".

And it's because of a girl.

A real man, a man.

At this moment, "Crazy Man Week" has countless fans, and many female fans have been captured in front of the TV and at the scene.

Where is the cold holy clothes, the breath is still sluggish, and the cold eyes look at the "crazy man Zhou", and there is an indescribable luster in the beautiful eyes.

Ye Xiao exclaimed in his heart when he saw it, there was a play.

"Ye Xiao, why is this Xiang Yang so powerful, I feel that he didn't use much strength when he swung the knife, it seemed to be just a random slash, but the power was terrifying, just what's going on!"

Ling Feng asked what many people thought.

Because of the lessons from the past, Ye Xiao's remarks have been confirmed, so when Ling Feng asked, many people pricked up their ears and prepared to listen.

Even the surplus grain a hundred meters away looked at Ye Xiao with interest.

Although the previous battles were exciting, they didn't test their eyesight, and many experienced martial artists could see it.

But the comments about Xiang Yang in front of him are very demanding, because ordinary people can't see how many knives he has, and it is naturally extremely difficult to comment.

The principles of martial arts involved in it, as well as the knowledge of artistic conception, are even more obscure.

Even his comments would be inaccurate, so he also thought that Ye Xiao couldn't say anything.

Ye Xiao's eyes flickered, looking at the "Crazy Man Zhou" who was still holding on and covered in blood, and said lightly: "Xiang Yang's attack power is only so fierce, the reason is very simple, that is, fast!"

"Quick?"

Ling Feng still didn't understand.

"A stone the size of a dragon's eye can fall from a high enough height to kill you, a small bird collides with a plane, it is basically a lose-lose situation, and the reason is that the speed is too fast!" Ye Xiao said slowly: "Fast to the extreme represents the attack power, in an instant, countless knives fall on a point at the same time, preemptively, the lethality can be imagined, the world's martial arts, only fast is not unreasonable!"

"Then how can you defeat an opponent like Xiang Yang who is very fast!"

Ling Feng continued to carry forward the spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions, and many people who were also curious praised him.

"There are two ways, the first is that you are faster than him!" Ye Xiao smiled faintly: "The second way is that you are slower than him!"

Hearing this, everyone wondered again, aren't these two methods contradictory?

Yu Liang and the many elders on the rostrum looked at each other, and they looked a little incredible.

"For example, I just gave two examples, the stone falling too fast from a high altitude is naturally amazing, but the bird crashed into the plane, but the plane was too fast!" Ye Xiao pondered and said slowly, "How to say it, martial arts have an intentional meaning, and the speed is fast and slow, in the world of artistic conception, fast and slow are accompanied by each other, slow is more powerful than fast, but this kind of slowness just looks slow!"

After speaking, Ye Xiao scratched his head, he had already said it as simply as possible, and he didn't know how many people could understand it.

Sure enough, basically many disciples didn't know anything about it.

Li Xianjun and other disciples of the Long River Valley were about to make sarcastic remarks, thinking that Ye Xiao was nonsense.

But he keenly felt that many elders on the rostrum, as well as the commentator Yu Liang, as well as Shen Chi and the others were all shocked.

Shen Chi's gaze stayed on Ye Xiao for a long time, as if he wanted to get to know Ye Xiao again, and a monstrous wave was set off in his heart.

It is incredible to be able to use simple and easy-to-understand words to express the obscure principles of martial arts so accurately.

Even some of the old guys are probably doing that.

Especially those few sentences of general summary of the artistic conception of fast and slow, even he was deeply inspired and insightful.

The third elder's face was wonderful, Ye Xiao had already given him enough shock, but now it seemed that his talent and talent were far from being shown.

Where is this a young man in his twenties, who is clearly an old monster who has become a spirit!

He was so curious that he even wanted to pull out Ye Xiao's head to see what was inside.

Sun Dong, Pang Feijin and the others had gloomy faces, and they were extremely afraid of each other, and they must catch Ye Xiao as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it will be extremely tricky to grow.

Snort!

The "Crazy Man Zhou" in the ring took more than 100 knives from Xiang Yang, scarred and bloody, but the fighting spirit was undiminished, and the tragic aura was high.

Above the fist, there are white bones exposed in the chest, and some timid people can't look at it.

It's moving and admirable.

But everyone can see that "Crazy Week" has reached its limit, and reading books will be in danger of their lives if they continue to fight.

The third elder frowned and said loudly: "Zhou Bosong, admit defeat, you are a man, you have not lost the face of the Hanging Mountain, we are proud of you!"

Many Hanging Mountain disciples nodded, after this incident, they not only did not look down on the "Crazy Man Zhou", but also admired it even more.

"Crazy Zhou" laughed: "Elder, I'm fine, I can fight again!"

Everyone was speechless, and there was really nothing they could do about the stubborn character of "Crazy Week".

At this time, Han Shengyi suddenly stood up and said lightly, "You come down!"

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