After Ye Wentian defeated Dugu Jian with absolutely violent martial spirit fusion, he actually proposed a gambling fight again! And this time the gambling fight was even more exaggerated: without martial arts and spiritual skills, even if you move half a point, you will lose! Ye Wentian's meaning is obvious, he is standing at the bow of the ship, as long as Dugu Jian can shoot him down, he will fall into the abyss according to the gambling contract.

Although everyone knows that Ip Mantian has the ability to fly, with his character, he will definitely abide by the bet if he loses! However, everyone ignores one question, that is, with Ip Mantian's character, will he do things that he is not sure of? He still has a heavy burden on his shoulders!

Ye Wentian glanced at Monica's face and smiled: "Why are you worried about me? If I lose, won't you be relieved? You should expect me to lose!"

Monica reacted immediately, and said viciously with a straight face: "I'm worried about you, I wish you died soon! Hey that guy called Xiao Jianjian, give me some strength, and kill this arrogant boy!" After speaking, he walked away angrily.

This small sword sword entered his ears, Dugu Jian almost fell under his feet, took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, his hands were spread out and he held the sword, silver flames shot out from the palms, and in the brilliant silver light, two silver long swords appeared out of thin air.

"Good sword!" Ye Wentian admired without hesitation, the whole body of the peerless sword was as bright as autumn water, and the blade flashed with dazzling silver light, and it really deserved to be the top martial spirit of one of the ten sects of the Blue Dragon that year.

"It's a good sword, it was, it is, it is, and it will be even more in the future, I want to prove that the Wushuang Sword has not declined, and the Wushuang Sword Sect will regain its past glory under my leadership! Are you ready?"

However, the Dugu sword is a sheathed sword, that Ye Wentian is the mountains and reefs, the abyss and the mountains are as if they do not move, although they are under the feet of a cubic inch of land, but it is like stepping on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, let you be sharp, I swallow the eight desolations and six he!

In the face of Ye Wentian's sudden momentum, Dugu Jian actually had a sense of oppression that was high and up, and he knew in his heart that if he didn't make a move and let the other party's momentum increase, he would no longer have the courage and confidence to make a move!

"Catch the sword!" Dugu Jian broke off with a snort, forcibly split a gap from Ye Wentian's momentum oppression with the unparalleled sword intent, and the sword lightning in his left hand stabbed out, heading straight for Ye Wentian's feet. Since the bet is to force Ye Wentian to move, then attacking his feet is naturally the only choice.

This sword is not unpleasant, and the angle of the sword is also extremely tricky, and the attack is the square inch where Ye Wentian has landed, and everyone's hearts immediately rose to their throats.

Dugu Jian made a quick move, but Ye Wentian was faster, no one could see how he moved, only heard a loud sound, the Wushuang Sword was stabbed, but what was stabbed was the hull of the ship cast in fine iron, and Ye Wentian's toes were stepping on the back of the sword, and he did not move half a minute.

"Good!" one of them immediately applauded, almost jumping up in excitement, and the crowd shouted along with him.

"You're not fast enough!" Ye Wentian stood with his hands in his hands, didn't even look at Dugu Jian, and said condescendingly.

This feeling made Dugu Jian very uncomfortable, and he felt that his self-esteem was insulted, and the Wushuang Sword had always been known for its attack speed and power, but at this moment it was actually trampled underfoot!

"Come again!" Dugu Jian gritted his teeth, and the sword in his left hand flipped suddenly, cutting at the heart of Ye Wentian's feet, and at the same time, the sword in his right hand swept over, bringing up a brilliant silver light curtain and slashing at his ankle.

The two swords are launched at the same time, and there is no flaw in the coordination, and the difficulty of completing different actions with both hands at the same time is very high, and many people can't do it.

When the phantom disappeared, everyone saw it again, and the two peerless swords were all trampled under his feet, but he still didn't move a bit, and even his shoes were not scratched.

Only Monica and Dugu Jian in the audience saw Ye Wentian's movements clearly, first raised his right foot slightly to let go of the flipped blade, and then his left foot suddenly raised and gently touched the back of the sword that came horizontally, and the sole of his left foot was like touching glue, sticking to the back of the sword and stepping on it. The sword in his right hand coincidentally suppressed the sword in his left hand, and finally his left foot landed and stepped on both long swords.

In an instant, the kung fu completed such a complex action, and every action was so wonderful that it could not find the slightest flaw, so to speak, this was already an almost perfect action, if it was a little slower than half a minute, Ye Mantian's feet would be ironclad.

Everyone's hanging hearts were relaxed, they were no longer worried about Ye Wentian, and they admired it even more. Ye Wentian not only possessed the peak martial spirit, but also had a spiritual power far more powerful than the same level, and at this time, the conjoined technique technique was also so unfathomable! Nangong Yu couldn't help but think that if he took advantage of the moment when Ip Mantian's spiritual power was exhausted, would he be directly killed by the physical fighting technique? After thinking about the result for a while, he couldn't help but sweat coldly, and felt that he had made a wise decision.

Regardless of the admiration and amazement of everyone, Dugu Jian was ashamed and wanted to commit suicide at this time, people didn't use martial arts and spiritual power, and he used the Wushuang Sword but his moves were suppressed, and he was embarrassed to throw himself home.

"Xiao Jianjian, you are too slow, do you want me to wait for you to rest and then compare?" Ye Wentian sneered, he just wanted to completely anger the other party.

"Arrogant, do you think that you can only do physical fighting? Our Peerless Sword Sect also has a secret fighting swordsmanship!" Dugu Jian blushed, and the double swords suddenly withdrew, and the swords were drawn out one after another, and the speed turned into a silver storm.

Ye Wentian no longer only uses his feet, his hands are as fast as thunder, as fast as wind and fire, and his speed is so fast that he conjures up a thousand arms, like a thousand-armed Guanyin frequently piercing into the sword.

Just listening to the crisp sound of Dangdang, but there are no sparks or blood flying out, Ye Wentian can't transform into a metal body without using spiritual power, and it is impossible to resist the sharpness of the peerless sword by relying on the strength of his flesh alone.

Could it be that in these countless exchanges, his hands were not slashed by the blade of the sword? What a terrifying control force! Nangong Yu keenly noticed that Ye Wentian's double pupils had turned into silver vertical pupils, and there seemed to be dense numbers flickering, just after taking a look, he only felt that his mind was swollen and his eyes were black, and he almost fainted, and he immediately closed his eyes and was horrified in his heart.

"Ahh

Ye Wentian's hands and one foot also turned into a curtain of light, and only one foot stepped firmly on the square inch and did not move for half a minute.

Suddenly, the silver light curtain suddenly dispersed, and I saw Ye Wentian come out with both hands, holding a long sword between his two fingers, firmly clamping it in the air, no matter how hard the Dugu sword exerted its strength, it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Ip Mantian's strength is so great, how can Dugu Sword resist?

"Did you lose!" Ye Wentian flicked his fingers with both hands at the same time, and the two swords buzzed wildly, and immediately took off his hands, and flew upside down on the deck of the steel cast.

Dugu Jian stood in place in a daze, looking at his empty hands, the whole person seemed to have lost his life, and finally whispered after a while: "I lost ......"

(Thank you)