The change in the opponent's momentum also caused Chen Tong's response accordingly.

He used to wait for work with ease and brake quietly, but now he was unusual, the double hooks flipped over and over, crossed and flipped up and down, and instantly approached Ye Yunsheng's sword circle.

Ye Yunsheng also shook the tip of Naluo's sword up and down, constantly rubbing a spark outside the "lock" of the two hooks, making a piercing sound of weapons churning and colliding.

Both of them stood still, fighting only with their blades in their hands.

After more than ten encounters, Naraku seemed to have a little divine light with him, and was endowed with indescribable spirituality, and he could always pass by the closed loop formed by the double hooks. Chen Tong saw that he still couldn't lock a long sword in Ye Yunsheng's hand, and was about to change his move, but unexpectedly, when the double hook flipped up from the bottom, the long sword passed through it......

Before, I clearly saw Ye Yun's sword shaking, and the tip of the sword was about to go up, but suddenly it stabbed out from below, and how it changed was completely unclear!

Just waiting for most of the sword body to pass by, Chen Tong flipped down with a double hook, and the tip of the sword was already in the abdomen, less than six inches away!

The double hook didn't have time to make a lock, so he could only press the hook body and skim the long sword out of the middle palace, as for the scratch, it was no longer a concern......

According to Chen Tong's estimate, this sword can be blocked, but the sword is too deep into his middle palace, and when it is skimmed out, the sword momentum will be affected, and it will reduce some speed, but the tip of the sword is less than six inches away from his body, and in this process, the sword blade will inevitably cut through his left waist and cut out an inch of wound.

He pressed Naraku with a silver hook, and because he came in a hurry, he couldn't compare with the power of the previous "Tiger Flicking Tail". The silver hook was originally swung from top to bottom, from right to left, and pressed onto the sword, and the speed of the sword blade stabbing forward suddenly decreased, and it was pressed by the hook body and swung to one side.

The long sword was pressed and pushed outward, which was not unexpected to Ye Yunsheng.

Chen Tong is a rare opponent in the rivers and lakes, and he is a top master in Xiangyang, if he can't even block this sword, it will be an accident!

But there is still a difference between being able to block and being able to block.

The long sword swung outward along with the silver hook, and in front of Chen Tong's left waist, there was still some distance away from completely leaving his left waist. According to his previous expectations, the tip of the sword should still be an inch away from his body at this time.

After this inch, the sword slashed through the edge of the left waist, cutting a wound that did not hurt the vital point.

But in fact, just in front of the left waist, there should still be an inch of space.

Naraku stabbed him in the body.

The silver hook slammed suddenly.

Although he forcibly stopped the hook, he still took the blade of his sword and brutally performed a horizontal cut inside himself.

Ye Yunsheng didn't want to put him to death, so he retracted his strength in time and pulled out the sword body.

The internal strength on the sword did not attack, and the sword did not go out of the body, but because of the internal strength and inertia incidentally on the silver hook, the sword pulled out a small opening in his left abdomen.

This kind of pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand!

Chen Tong's face was covered with cold sweat, his hands covered the wound, blood rushed out from between his fingers, and he lay on the ground, his feet kept kicking the ground.

His companion, the middle-aged man with two judge's pens at his waist, pounced, pressed his palms to his chest, and breathed in.

If it is just a straight stab or a horizontal cut, with the internal strength of this companion, it is enough to block the blood flow, wrap the wound with internal force, and slowly treat it.

But Naraku, who had broken his hair, first stabbed in, and then a small section of the tip of the sword moved sideways in his abdomen, and the wound was too great to stop the bleeding.

Ye Yunsheng had already returned the sword into the sheath, and when he saw the amount of bleeding and Chen Tong's painful reaction, he immediately understood-he didn't think about it, he just thought it was a piercing wound, and it was not in the way.

He also squatted beside Chen Tong, and his companion glanced at him, allowing him to stretch out his palm and press Chen Tong's legs.

"Bright Light Divine Guard" is the internal strength of Lu Xian's mental method, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the supreme treasure of Taoism, after Ye Yunsheng has practiced for many years, once he realized the Tao, he has reached the state of "invisible".

This internal force slowly rose from the meridians of Chen Tong's legs, and soon took over the place where his companions crossed in to guard.

As Ye Yunsheng's internal strength surged up and quickly blocked the blood flow, the companion slowly withdrew his internal force, in case it and Ye Yunsheng's internal strength attacked, causing qi and blood to surge in Chen Tong's body.

The fight between Ye Yunsheng and Chen Tong has ended, and seeing that Chen Tong was seriously injured, Ye Yunsheng was on the side to treat him, and everyone on the sidelines felt that it was not appropriate to stay for a long time, so they left one after another.

Except for Qiu Gang, who died not far away, the young swordsman who sat under the porch and closed his eyes to calm down. Chen Tong's companions were left present, guarding the two of them.

After another half an hour, Cui Zilong, who was about to hear it outside and came out to take a look at it curiously, came over and handed his companion a bottle of gold sore medicine.

The companion glanced at it, but didn't take it, slightly hid the worry on his face, and said to Cui Zilong: "Thank you for your kindness, I have a hemostatic raw flesh scatter on my body." ”

"Wanbaolou's hemostatic raw flesh is scattered, this is a good thing, so why not give it to him?"

"It's not time yet. He said quietly, although there was no emotion, Cui Zilong could still feel the grief on the other party.

If the wound inside can't stop the bleeding, no amount of hemostatic flesh sprinkled on the outside mouth is useless.

"I didn't ask who the seniors were?"

"Where can a master talk about it, but he is a layman in the rivers and lakes. He returned the salute to Cui Zilong, "Wanbaolou Keqing killed the judge Cao Heng." ”

Cui Zilong was taken aback, he didn't expect it to be him, and blurted out: "Senior Cao's single-handed judge's pen stunt is known all over the world, but the younger generation admires it very much!"

When Cao Heng was young, he was a prodigal son in the rivers and lakes, traveling all over the world and having a wide range of contacts. He is good at using the judge's pen, worships many strange people in the mountains and fields, integrates several techniques, and creates his own judge's penmanship, called "Wandering Thousands of Miles of Mountains and Rivers". This method has more than 300 moves, exquisite, and it is a martial arts study, and it can be said that he is the founder of the sect on the weapon of the judge's pen!

"What is your relationship with this?" Cao Heng had already seen that he and Ye Yunsheng were familiar with each other, so he said tentatively.

Cui Zilong did not hide it, and said: "The younger generation is a nobody, and he is a small catcher in Chang'an, and Brother Ye is a friend of the younger generation." ”

Cao Heng guessed in his heart that there must be something unusual about this person, but it was not good to ask again, and at the same time, he thought of Qiu Gang and Chen Tong, who were still singing and drinking yesterday, and now they were dead and injured, and he himself couldn't have a seizure. Blame Qiu Gang for listening to a few gossips from the idler, so he insisted on finding a sword fight with someone? Or blame himself for not blocking it? No matter what he wants to blame, he can't blame Ye Yunsheng.

The rules of the rivers and lakes have always been like this.

Besides, if someone strikes a tree with his fist and breaks the tree and breaks his arm, will he have to find an axe to cut it off?

It's like going crazy......

How can there be such a reason!

"Don't look up to me, I'm not as good as this one, if you are right with him, I'm afraid I'll lie down on the ground!"

Skills are not as good as others, what is there to be strong, but it is just that I lost my life, and I am always too sad. I hope Chen Tong can be safe.

At this moment, Ye Yunsheng glanced up at him.

Cao Heng immediately took out a jade bottle, pulled out the stopper, and poured the yellow powder inside on Chen Tong's wound.

It was originally a narrow sword edge, but under the treatment of Ye Yunsheng's internal strength, it was actually closed together.

Then the best wound medicine of Wanbaolou stopped bleeding and the raw flesh was scattered on it, and after a while, a thin layer of scabs was raised. The scab is yellow and black, so strong that it won't break easily.

Cao Heng and Cui Zilong were relieved when they saw that the scab was frozen.

Ye Yunsheng was still breathing, and Chen Tong, who had just fainted from the pain, woke up at this time, blinked his blank eyes, and the first thing he said was: "What kind of swordsmanship do you use?"

Although in the midst of the crossing qi, opening the mouth will consume more internal force, Ye Yunsheng still changed his breath and said slowly: "Useless swordsmanship, the second style, nothing is impossible, the heart follows me." ”

"Nothing is necessary, my heart follows me!" Chen Tong muttered, but he didn't have a clue.

Last year, as soon as Jiu Yan heard the name of this sword style, he could taste the three flavors.

But Chen Tong is not the Nine Difficulties of the Hanging Buddha in the South China Sea, he doesn't understand the Taoism, and he can't chew it out just by reading between the lines.

"Why did your sword grow out of thin air, and then it could be faster out of thin air?"

"It's just untied. ”

Ye Yunsheng saw that he still didn't understand, and when the internal breath in his body was surging, it was quite laborious, and he knew that he couldn't say more.

He looked at Chen Tong, a respectable opponent, his face was pale, his lips trembled, he broke out in a cold sweat in pain, he swayed, and finally fainted from the pain. But the first thing he said when he woke up was nothing else, it was to ask him about his swordsmanship.

How could he not say it?