In the Sangmo forest, the smell of blood is getting stronger.

A pair of axes were severed and embedded in the treetops.

On the hard dirt, an eyeball struggled and squirmed slightly.

After all, Wei Rufeng was dizzy, and only the blood hole of the black hole on his left eye remained.

When life and death were on the line, Wei Rufeng also had the opportunity to cut Jiang Yu down.

Jiang Yu used a sword in his sleeve, which was extremely short, and Xiangbo had to be bullied in front of people and fight hand-to-hand. On the one hand, Wei Rufeng was restrained and made it look inevitably cumbersome, but on the other hand, he was in deep danger, and if he made a mistake, he would be cut to flesh and blood by the axe.

Suddenly, the figures of the two have staggered twenty-seven times.

Wei Rufeng frequently raised his axe, but before the plate axe was split, Jiang Yu was already bullied in front of him, and the sword in his sleeve was full of letters, and he grabbed his throat.

Wei Rufeng folded his axe and stopped in front of his throat, thinking about intercepting the short sword in the air.

Seeing that the opportunity was lost, Jiang Yu's body changed again, and he quietly broke away from Wei Rufeng's side.

After repeating this for twenty-seven times, the plate axe was not a failure, because it did not fall out at all, and even Jiang Yu's sword was never seen.

The two of them are fighting together in such a bizarre way, they are not clear-eyed people, how can they understand the danger.

But Meng Qingyi had a bad prediction.

Meng Qingyi said.

"Wei Rufeng wants to lose. ”

At that time, the two in the fight ushered in the thirty-third meeting. In fact, there was a chance for Wei Rufeng's double axe to be on Jiang Yu's left shoulder.

So he was really puzzled by Meng Qingyi's words.

He couldn't help but want to hear Meng Qingyi's opinion.

I only heard Meng Qingyi continue.

In terms of personality, Wei Rufeng and Du Bazhi are equal, both eyes are above the top, and they are both conceited and arrogant, but Du Bazhi is clear, and Wei Rufeng is vague. ”

"In terms of moves, Du Ba is fierce and wild, and he is ruthless when he catches the opportunity; Wei Rufeng is restrained, and other people's body methods change, and Wei Rufeng's shot changes, but at least seven or eight of them can cause damage, but they are all let go. ”

He could see it, he said.

"Those injuries weren't fatal enough, so I let them go. ”

Although he was defending Wei Rufeng, he couldn't help but ask himself, and then he knew that if he had a chance to damage the other side, even if it was the slightest bit, he would do his best.

Meng Qingyi said.

That's the man's contradiction. ”

"It is clearly conceited, and deep and restrained, it should be step by step, winning steadily, but trying to kill the enemy with one blow. ”

"So Wei Rufeng's rhythm is actually messed up. ”

Everyone is alive and following their own pace.

The martial arts that have been tempered for thousands of years pay more attention to rhythm.

When the rhythm is right, you can cut the mountain and rock torrents, and if the rhythm is wrong, you will not be able to pinch the flies and insects.

The one who pays the most attention to rhythm is undoubtedly the killer Li Tuo. In the familiar rhythm, if he hadn't stopped, even Yan Guiji would have died in the hands of Li Tuo.

Only the top masters can learn to have two or three different rhythms, but such people, the entire Great Wilderness, are only a dozen people.

He also went through several risks of life and death before he gradually found his rhythm, and he was also deprived, so he understands the feeling of powerlessness very well, as if his hands and feet are attached to lead locks, and he can only move after a lot of hard work.

What is even more terrible is the misjudgment of oneself.

The most direct impact of the chaotic rhythm is physical strength, if you can make a hundred moves, in the chaos, you may only be able to make 73 moves, then if you still use your previous physical strength, and think that you can defeat the opponent in the eightieth move, it is a big mistake.

Meng Qingyi shook her head.

What's more, Wei Rufeng's physical strength is not at its peak. ”

If you remember, you will know that Wei Rufeng put aside the person leading the horse, personally raised the horsewhip, and beat the horse. Although it is only a few hundred steps, it takes energy, and his age is already several times higher than Jiang Yu, but in fact, there are too many gaps in physical strength.

Suddenly, the scene was as Meng Qingyi said.

Jiang Yu was excited, he didn't expect that he just came by sedan chair, and his ability seemed to have skyrocketed much more than before.

After the forty-sixth shuttle, Wei Rufeng's turn had begun to slow down, and he was gradually unable to catch up with Jiang Yu's skills.

Blown by the wind, Jiang Yu was actually faster, even faster than before.

Wei Rufeng's axe must be chopped out, and if he doesn't inflict some damage, it will be difficult for him.

After all, the axe only struck the air.

In the sky and on the ground, there is the sword light in the sleeve.

A sword pierced Wei Rufeng's left eye, and a sword gouged out the eye.