In just an instant, the two sides had a terrifying confrontation.

Ye Yiming wandered in the mountains and forests all day long, and the physique he had cultivated was extremely strong, but what he didn't expect was that Li Wenshuo's strength was not only not weaker, but faintly stronger.

Li Wenshuo was a little surprised in his heart, he knew his strength.

Not only the long sword on the back, but also the power contained in the elbow alone is as heavy as a mountain.

But this mountain was blocked by Ye Yiming's fist in this way.

With a flash of the sword, the two sides immediately separated, and such a dangerous confrontation was just a small test for the two of them.

The martial artists around, especially the good players who can understand a little, all held their breath and didn't blink their eyes, for fear of missing any detail.

As for those who didn't even know what was happening, they were even more shocked, their eyes widened, their mouths opened to look at everything in front of them, and their hearts were filled with infinite melancholy.

It was only a very brief lull, and the two of them moved again.

This time, the two started at the same time, and it was just a moment of effort, and the two rushed together from a distance of more than ten zhang.

The long knife in Ye Yiming's hand slashed out from the diagonal top and slashed down at Li Wenshuo's neck, like a black lightning bolt.

Li Wenshuo also showed no weakness, and his body bowed slightly.

Looking at this scene, several masters around were slightly stunned, Li Wenshuo's movements were not fast, so they saw it clearly, but they didn't know why Li Wenshuo did it.

Gathering momentum on the spot, this is a mistake that even a beginner martial artist would not make.

Ye Yiming also frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but his knife had already been cut out, so there was no reason to take it back.

Besides, no matter how you look at it, it is your own knife that cuts the opponent's neck first.

Li Wenshuo was extremely proficient this time, and he did it in one go, because in the past half a month, he had already stabbed out 108,000 swords, although he had not yet practiced the sword of killing immortals.

But after all, it caused some qualitative changes.

Therefore, the first to come after the broken tooth.

Ye Yiming's pupils also shrank, and the long knife that had been slashed out pressed down hard, and with a bang, it blocked the long sword, but there was no imaginary terrifying power.

looked up suddenly, and saw that Li Wenshuo always had that smile on the corner of his mouth.

This sword seems to be swift, but in fact it is just a false move!

The long sword in his hand pressed down along Ye Yiming's knife momentum, but it pointed the blade at him, but the hilt still reached Ye Yiming's chest without stopping.

only heard a bang, Ye Yiming retreated more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his figure, while Li Wenshuo still stood in place with his sword in his hand, not moving, looking at him with a pair of eyes, as if to say: "If you have any skills, just take them out." ”

In fact, Li Wenshuo means this, the opponent is really powerful, but it is still far from being able to defeat him.

The surrounding silence was like death, Rao is Liu Yidao and Yang Zhen, and they didn't expect it to be this scene, Ye Yiming showed strength far beyond their imagination, but the result was completely different from what they thought.

After only two or three breaths of fighting, Ye Yiming had already fallen into a disadvantage and suffered a small loss.

Even if Li Wenshuo had seized the opportunity just now and pursued after the victory, this competition might have ended here!

But after waiting for a long time, Ye Yiming still didn't move, he was adapting, digesting what he had learned in the battle just now, and getting used to the good knife in his hand that was enough to exert his full strength.

He's never experienced this level of combat, but he's good at learning.

Li Wenshuo moved, he raised his right foot and stepped on the ground.

I heard a sound sound, the sound was indescribable, like a piece of red-hot soldering iron put into clear water.

His feet hit the ground.

The dust and grass clippings on the soles of his feet scattered in all directions as if fleeing for their lives, revealing the smooth stone slabs underneath.

Several cracks, centered on his right foot, spread out in all directions, and with a loud bang, countless stone slabs flew towards the sky along with dust.

If Ye Yiming's attack gives people the feeling of ferocity, then Li Wenshuo at this time can be called furious.

He is not fast, but he carries chilling strength and domineering.

A white robe broke out of the dust, as long as he reached the realm of Xianfeng, he could clearly see his movements, and then react.

It's just that Ye Yiming in front of him has shrunken pupils, and the iron sword in his hand is so hard and unceremoniously waved down.

Sen Ran's sword intent shrouded the nearby space, and Rao is breathing carried a wave of pain.

But Ye Yiming just hung his knife out of thin air and stood upright.

Seeing this scene, a smile flashed at the corner of Li Wenshuo's mouth, and the opponent really did not disappoint him, and he did not use all his strength at all.

What followed was a fancy-free confrontation, and the two men engaged in a brutal battle through the narrow streets.

The roar of weapons was deafening, making the faces of those watching the battle pale.

The ripples of the stirring wind stirred up a violent wind, but it was still impossible to see who had the upper hand between the two.

Ye Yiming has no sect, he has never learned those profound moves, his sword skills are all thought up by himself, and he learned it when he fought with tigers and beasts in the mountains.

But it can only be said that he is a genius.

Li Wenshuo's swordsmanship is also imaginative, he can't guess the number of paths, and sometimes his ingenious sword moves reveal a beautiful atmosphere of Zhong Lingyu, which makes Ye Yiming also quite shocked, how can he still have the two thousand taels of silver promised by the county guard in his mind?

With a flick of his wrist, the treasure knife in his hand slashed forward, but suddenly changed his move and turned into a move.

Li Wenshuo's body shook, as if he had made a mistake in judgment, and wanted to change his moves, but where was the time?

Ye Yiming also narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I won." ”

The flat tone revealed incomparable confidence, he is a master, whether it is skill or eyesight, he is very strong, he can see that Li Wenshuo's move is too late to change his move, so he can only admit defeat.

Otherwise, your own knife will sink between the gap between the opponent's fourth and fifth bones, shattering the internal organs.

But the corners of Li Wenshuo's mouth still smiled.

"Oh, really?"

Ye Yiming was slightly stunned, but he was a little puzzled, his knife was still three inches away from the opponent's chest, and the opponent had no chance to change his moves at all.

Yang Zhen and Liu Ling, who were around, almost spit out two words in a low voice in unison.

"Won. ”

Because in their opinion, it is the same, the end is decided.

The only one present who saw this scene, but still firmly believed that Li Wenshuo would win, should be only Chen Yiyi.

Although she can't think of any other way for Li Wenshuo now, she just feels that Li Wenshuo is unlikely to lose, at least not in this kind of place.

Suddenly, the tip of the knife was only an inch away from Li Wenshuo's chest, but Ye Yiming felt that there was an extra sword on his chest.

Not only on his chest, but also on the top of his head, on his shoulders, everywhere around him seemed to have an extra sword.

It's not sword intent, it's a real sword.

But it's not a sword, it's just a spring breeze with a lot of warmth.

Broken teeth gather spring breeze into a sword, dust into a sword, broken stone into a sword, everything is a sword.

Ye Yiming's complexion changed greatly, but the corners of Li Wenshuo's mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of ridicule, and he smiled: "Look at the sword!"

The long knife was half an inch away from Li Wenshuo's chest, but it couldn't move forward a bit.

Then a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Yiming's mouth, and the sword intent entered his body.

The clothes on his body were cut into fine strips of cloth by the invisible sword, and fine beads of blood gushed out between the strips of cloth, dense and terrifying.

"I lost. ”