(In the past few days, the full text has been revised again, or a change, and it is annoying to change more.) Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info said why did the author have an attack of obsessive-compulsive disorder? because I didn't collect it, didn't recommend it, didn't comment! I feel like I didn't write it well, and I didn't attract you, so I changed it!)

I saw a dark and boundless void, and suddenly spewed out a pillar of earthy yellow light, with a momentum as heavy as a mountain, blasting towards a small floating figure, as if it was about to swallow it.

But at this moment, a ray of light lit up in the void, pure, bright, but not dazzling, drawing a wonderful arc to meet the pillar of light.

Silently, the earthy yellow pillar of light was divided into two pieces by the white arc of light, and passed by the figure, like fireworks, turning into fine pieces of light and dissipating little by little.

In the stunned expression of the brute, Wen Yuan supported the ground with his left hand, turned over and stood up, panting and laughing wildly.

The Brute Bull couldn't believe it all, even though it was what he had seen with his own eyes.

I couldn't understand what was going on, and I even wondered if it was the illusion of the labyrinth, but the martial artist instinct that had been cultivated for a long time still made him rush towards Wen Yuan for the first time.

Wen Yuan fell backwards, turned over and jumped, shuttled left and right twice, and the whole person ran above the wild bull again.

Looking down at the roaring bull, Wen Yuan's long sword pointed at his forehead, his face was pale, and his breath was short, but his spirit was full of energy.

"Thy mountain, nothing but that. The next time we meet each other, I'll show you my sword. Cherish it, your life, there are still 60 minutes. ”

The brute bull was so angry that his eyes were split, and he saw that Wen Yuan began to recover his skills, but he had no choice but to open his mouth and scold angrily, trying to provoke Wen Yuan.

Since the crossing, Wen Yuan has experienced so much physical and mental torture, and he is making progress every day, and to this day, how can the perseverance of his heart be affected by some foul language?

The wild bull screamed and scolded for a while, and seeing that Wen Yuan was deaf, he could only hate and flick the hammer, and he also began to recover.

Wen Yuan stepped on a sword, and almost burst out with more than 660 points of Dou Qi, which was the limit of his current ability, and it was also the explosion limit of the 9 points of Dou Qi of the Holy Light Dou Qi.

An hour was just enough time for Wen Yuan to replenish his Dou Qi, which was also the fastest recovery speed of the Holy Light Dou Qi.

In the same time, Manniu can recover up to 200 points of Dou Qi, and his consumption is at least 3 times more than Wen Yuan, which is a natural gap between different combat methods and the quality of Dou Qi.

When Wen Yuan returns to a full state, the wild bull will recover half of his state at most.

After long-term observation, Wen Yuan is very sure that the total amount of fighting spirit of the brute bull will definitely not exceed 3,000 points.

700 vs. 1500, Holy Light vs. Miscellaneous Cards, Jerky Output vs. Instant Recovery, High Physique vs. High Strength, Swordsmanship Master vs. Earth's Hammer, Face to Face, Wen Yuan finally has the power to fight.

Time passed minute by minute, and an hour passed quickly.

Wen Yuan lifted the rainbow light sword upside down, took a steady step, step by step, and slowly walked towards the wild bull.

Manniu stood up, tensed his muscles, and looked at Wen Yuan's firm expression and confident gaze, his eyes couldn't help but start flickering slightly.

"Cherish it, your life has 60 minutes. ”

The voice still echoes in my ears, arrogant and confident.

Before, the wild bull scoffed at this, thinking: Why are you? Just because you blocked the uncle's blow?

But at this moment, thinking of that brilliant and pure light, looking at the wound in the palm of his hand, his brain seemed to start stinging again, and the brute bull suddenly lost confidence.

For the first time in his life, he began to suspect that he could really lose to an unhired enemy, even though he hated him so much.

Wen Yuan didn't know what Manniu was thinking, but he saw the weakness of the other party.

Walking in front of the wild bull and stopping 4 meters away, Wen Yuan stared into his eyes and asked calmly, "Are you ready to die?"

"Prepare your uncle!" the brute bull was awakened, and instantly put aside all kinds of distractions, and scolded angrily.

A stride came to Wen Yuan, the brute bull swung his war hammer and took the initiative to attack, but he actually made up his mind to fight for injuries and fight hand-to-hand with a swordsmanship master.

Wen Yuan's horizontal sword was short, passing under the arm of the brute bull, and the rainbow sword pulled down, cutting a shallow wound on his forearm.

The brute bull had already prepared, and the fighting qi was evenly distributed all over the body, and in the moment of the sword, the fighting qi nearby was mobilized to replenish the past, and sure enough, he didn't feel the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow again.

With a smirk, he turned around, and the warhammer took advantage of the situation and went straight to the top of Wen Yuan's head, but Wen Yuan pulled away with an arrow step.

Manniu was not disappointed, he thought that he had discovered the weakness of Wen Yuan's secret technique, that is, he could not use it continuously, so that as long as he fought steadily, he would use up his fighting energy sooner or later.

With this in mind, the bull turned around and rushed again, striking the hammer sideways and pressing forward with all his might.

Wen Yuan slid sideways, raised his sword and stabbed the throat of the brute bull, his right foot stepped on the ground to stabilize the center of gravity, and his left foot dotted the ground at any time.

At the beginning, when he practiced sword training with William, William used this trick to deal with him, and he was invincible in the face of clumsy opponents whose martial arts skills were not as good as his own.

The brute bull retracted the war hammer, and at the same time clenched his left hand into a fist, and smashed it towards Wen Yuan's door, thinking that he could force Wen Yuan to withdraw his sword and return to defense, or exchange a fist for a sword.

Wen Yuan saw that the brute bull was as clumsy as a bear, and he opened his bow left and right in a posture of punching the master to death, and secretly laughed innocently.

At this time, he had more than ten ways to deal with it, but seeing that the bull's physical strength was still abundant, he was too lazy to waste his thoughts, accelerated his direct stab, hit the manniu's shoulder socket with a sword, cut off the boxing, and pulled away to distance again.

was hit twice in a row, but he didn't even touch the corner of Wen Yuan's clothes, and the brute bull was a little impetuous, but he still chased after him reluctantly.

After two consecutive fierce battles, Wen Yuan's skills in the use of fighting qi have improved rapidly, and his return qi has been much smoother.

Now a sword that has 300 points of Dou Qi can break through the defense and stab it, consuming almost 60 points of Dou Qi, and 1 second is enough to replenish the qi and launch another attack.

An average of 3 seconds a sword, only 20 seconds before and after, the two have fought 7 rounds, and the bull hit 7 swords in a row, tired and out of breath.

Wen Yuan's forehead also showed traces of sweat, and his breathing was slightly short.

At this time, his fighting energy was already less than 300 points, in order to ensure his movement speed and body style, he had to distribute his fighting energy evenly, and the power that a sword could use was only 120 points at most.

The state of the wild bull is even worse, and the fighting spirit is about 700 or so, but as a passive defender, his defense is declining at a rate far faster than Wen Yuan's attack power.

Looking at each other, both of them realized that in the next few seconds, I am afraid that they will really decide the winner, and they will also decide whether they are alive or dead.

The brown and black face of the brute bull was covered with sweat at this time, his face was slightly blue-gray, the wounds on his body began to ooze blood, his eyes were full of hatred for Wen Yuan, he bit his cheeks, and squeezed out the curse from between his teeth.

"Little white face, **** mongrel! I should have killed you in the first place...... I'm supposed to smash all the bones of your body, one by one, and then screw your head off and throw it in the dung tank so that maggots crawl all over your eye sockets!"

Wen Yuan sneered and said disdainfully: "Then under Hans's weak persuasion, you thought about your precepts, and thought about the consequences of disobeying your young lady, and retreated like a soft egg. ”

The brute's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "You...... You can understand us then, who the hell are you?"

"The ...... that I told you to remember earlier"

Wen Yuan smiled coldly, his face changed, he was as hideous as a demon god, and roared loudly: "Lao Tzu's name is Wen Yuan, and he comes from an era of civilization that you can never understand!

After finishing speaking, the sword rushed up, the rainbow turned into a rainbow, and the person seemed to be a streamer.

"I've gone to hell, remember this for me!"

"Ahhh

The wild bull roared wildly, smashing the war hammer on the ground in front of him, his eyes burst, and the totem pattern on his body suddenly lit up, burning all his life force, and bursting out with the last blow of life.

"Let's go to hell with Lao Tzu!"

The bright earthy yellow light waves, like eggshells, completely covered a radius of 5 meters, illuminating the void for a moment.

In this thick yellow light, a line of white light flashed away.

The next moment, the light dissipated, Wen Yuan rolled over and fell from mid-air, his knees weakened, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, with his back to the wild bull, his hands empty.

When the bull heard the sound, his ears moved slightly, and he wanted to look back, the little white face that made him extremely hated and disgusted was in such a miserable state now, but he felt that the vitality in his body was passing rapidly, and he didn't even have the strength to move.

In the haze, a slender and white hand suddenly came into view, holding the rainbow sword that passed through the throat, and a weak but staring voice came.

"Got it? You're nothing in my eyes. ”

With endless hatred and remorse, the consciousness of the brute bull completely plunged into darkness.