Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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Life and death!

The battle of life and death!

What a new thing!

These things can only be seen in movies. In real life, some wealthy businessmen and eunuchs can only watch black boxing matches at most. If they fight hard on the spot, there is no place to watch them.

There is such a good opportunity today, and no one is willing to miss even a moment. As the host stepped down, all the audience stared at the ring with big eyes, without blinking.

Say, how do you want to die?

What is domineering! What is confidence! What is contempt!

Zhong Yiming’s words explain everything.

The two were facing each other about one meter apart. Beigong Liuyun glanced at Zhong Yiming contemptuously and said, "At this time, you haven't figured out the situation yet!"

"In the words of you Chinese people, this is called 'killing chickens to scare monkeys.'" Beigong Liuyun held the Japanese sword at his waist tightly with both hands and said disdainfully.

"You are very proud and arrogant. This is not a good thing. Maybe you will lose your only life because of it!" Zhong Yiming held the Tang Dao with one hand and said calmly.

Zheng!

Suddenly there was a crisp sound of drawing a sword, and a blinding white light shot straight towards Zhong Yiming's chest from bottom to top.

This scene happened so suddenly that no one in the stands could see clearly when the white light appeared. They covered their mouths in shock, and some even couldn't bear to close their eyes.

People seemed to have seen the horrific scene of blood splattering, disembowelment, and internal organs flowing all over the floor.

Defeated in one move?

The recognized top master of Huaqing University, a descendant of the Guigu lineage, can't even catch the opponent's move?

The answer is of course no.

Zhong Yiming tightened his abdomen and bent his waist, and his entire upper body fell backwards, but his feet stayed firmly in place and did not move at all.

White light flashed past, Zhong Yiming returned to his position and kicked forward suddenly.

Beigong Liuyun used the sword so hard that it was too late to retreat. In desperation, he could only hold the hands tightly holding the handle of the sword in front of his chest.

Bang!

Zhong Yiming kicked out with all his strength. Although Beigong Liuyun blocked it with the handle of his knife, the force contained in it was too great. He took three steps back to stabilize his body.

All this happened in an instant. People in the stands had not yet woken up from the previous panic. As soon as the bell rang, they struck back and gained the upper hand.

Watching Zhong Yiming save the day, Chen Ruxue's heart, which had jumped into her throat, finally dropped. Fang Yaxin, who was sitting next to Fang Hao, had red eyes and almost shed tears.

"Bad Sword Technique!" Zhong Yiming said lifelessly with a cold look on his face.

Beigong Liuyun straightened the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "You are the first one to be intact under my sword drawing technique. You should feel extremely lucky."

"Thank you! But I have to tell you with great regret that every kick I kicked hit the target!" Zhong Yiming said coldly.

Beigong Liuyun threw aside the scabbard on his waist and said sarcastically: "Those who are about to die do not have any glory!"

Stupid!

A flash of white light flashed, and the Tang sword in Zhong Yiming's hand was unsheathed.

The Tang sword in Zhong Yiming's hand is straight, thick, and majestic, giving people the feeling that "when this sword comes out, both men and horses will be shattered."

Zhong Yiming held a knife in one hand, pointed diagonally to one side, and looked straight ahead, with a strong sense of coldness on his face.

Beigong Liuyun held the knife with both hands, placed it across his left shoulder, and kept moving his feet wearing a pair of white stockings on the ground.

"Why!"

Beigong Liuyun shouted loudly, and rushed forward quickly with a knife in both hands. Zhong Yiming held the knife in one hand and remained motionless, remaining unchanged to cope with all changes.

When he was less than one meter away from Zhong Yiming, Beigong Liuyun suddenly squatted down, raised his long knife and stabbed Zhong Yiming in the throat.

Zhong Yiming stepped back slightly and distanced himself from him.

Bei Gong Liuyun, who was half-crouching on the ground, suddenly kicked his feet on the ground. His body flew towards Zhong Yiming like a discharged cannonball, and the long knife in his hand was pointed directly at Zhong Yiming's throat.

Facing such a rapid attack from the opponent, Zhong Yiming raised his knife to block and move forward. The moment Zhong Yiming raised the long knife, the long knife in Beigong Liuyun's hand suddenly changed direction, changed from stabbing to chopping, and swept towards Zhong Yiming's abdomen.

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Zhong Yiming's reaction was not unpleasant, without the slightest hesitation, he leaned the long knife in his hand slightly to the side, and with a "swish" sound, sparks flew out, and the Japanese knife in Beigong Liuyun's hand was also bounced away.

Missing the blow, Beigong Liuyun was not discouraged at all. He put his feet on the ground, raised the Japanese sword with both hands straight above his head, and slashed at Zhong Yiming again in a very coherent manner.

Zhong Yiming held the Tang Dao tightly with both hands and held it across his chest.

Boom!

The Japanese sword held high in Beigong Liuyun's hand struck hard against the Tang sword that Zhong Yiming blocked in front of his chest. Suddenly, brilliant sparks shot out in all directions, and the sharp sound of the collision of gold and iron pierced the eardrums.

Just after the blow, Beigong Liuyun didn't pause at all, quickly raised his long knife and struck straight down again.

Boom!

Another blow.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three more times.

Beigong Liuyun's movements were very fast and coherent, without any pause in the middle, and he struck five times in a row.

He raised the long knife high again and slashed straight down. Zhong Yiming raised the long knife horizontally and blocked it in front of his chest again.

The long knife in Beigong Liuyun's hand slashed straight down. Just when it was about to collide with the Tang knife in Zhong Yiming's hand, the long knife in his hand suddenly turned and struck Zhong Yiming's right shoulder hard.

The speed at which Beigong Liuyun changes is really too fast, and it is extremely coherent, with no pauses in between, leaving no one with any time to react.

Zhong Yiming's face was expressionless, and his expression did not change at all. He stood on the same spot and turned ninety degrees to the left. Beigong Liuyun's long knife grazed his right arm and slashed straight down.

Just when Zhong Yiming thought he had dodged the blow, Beigong Liuyunxia's long knife changed direction again and slashed horizontally at Zhong Yiming's waist.

One knife flow.

Yes, this is the "Itto-ryu" that is famous in the island country and even the whole world.

"Itto-ryu" emphasizes practicality and change. Therefore, it does not approach battles with a mentality of "killing with one blow" similar to "drawing swords". It emphasizes adaptability.

If you can't stab the throat, then cut off the arm. If the opponent is good at dodging, then disrupt his pace, or even deliberately expose a flaw to lure the opponent into being fooled.

Zhong Yiming's expression changed slightly, and it was already too late to block.

At this critical moment, Zhong Yiming was like a roly-poly, turning in the direction of the sword in Beigong Liuyun's hand.

Zhong Yiming's feet seemed to grow on the ground. The whole body turned 180 degrees, but his feet did not move.

With Zhong Yiming's turning circle that violates the common sense of physical knowledge, the Beiyong Liuyun until the old is used without having a cut target.

After avoiding his murderous knife, Zhong Yiming used the power of his body to rotate, and the whole person suddenly hit the arms in the middle of the door of the Beiyong Liuyun.

Under the effect of borrowing power, the effect of four or two pounds, the whole person of Beiyong Liuyun flew back to the past like a shell.

While he is ill, he wants him to live!

Zhong Yiming held a knife with a single hand, and he fingred to one side, and flew forward quickly.

Bang!

Beiyong Liuyun's body was severely smashed on the line -like hemp rope like the fingers on the side of the ring. Under the huge rebound force, the Beiyong Liuyun was bounced high.

Watching Zhong Yiming rushed over quickly, the Beiyong Liuyun, who was in the air in the air, suddenly tapped, with the help of tackling and falling, he held up the long knife and chopped the Zhong Yiming below.

Alas!

The fierce gold and iron collision sounded throughout the stadium, and it could not be calmed for a long time.

Bang!

The strength carried by the Beiyong Liuyun is too huge.

The platform formed by the wooden board burst into burst instantly under Zhong Yiming's knees, and countless cracks, large and small, spread quickly to the surroundings.

Zhong Yiming kneeling on one knee, holding the Tang knife tightly with both hands and holding it on the top of his head, which can block the full blow of the Beiyong Liuyun.

Come.

"ah!"

Zhong Yiming drank. The blue tendons on the forehead and the back of the hand were instantly stunned, just like a piece of earthworms in a creep.

After drinking, Zhong Yiming's right knee slowly straight up. He was sweating like rain, and his whole body was soaked.

Seeing Zhong Yiming's trend of standing up, Beiyong Liuyun's teeth bite tightly, and his face SE became more embarrassed. He squeezed out every potential in his body, and pressed the strength of his body.

"rise!"

Zhong Yiming's right knee raised a little distance and stopped. Zhong Yiming yelled again. What he didn't notice was that the green SE cyclone that hovered in the acupoint of Baihui seemed to be greatly oppressed.

, Quickly rotate.

Green SE cyclone rists faster and faster, making the skull above it also shake YU, as if it will fall at any time.

Bang!

Zhong Yiming's white SE practitioners suddenly burst into burst, and the broken cloth flew as shot as shot.

Zhong Yiming stood up.

Yes. Zhong Yiming really stood up.

He stood so straight, so towering, making people feel like worshiping.

Beiyong Liuyun looked at the Zhong Yiming in front of him. Although the fragmented cloth that was flying out of the she was cut off a few mouthfuls, he didn't feel the slightest.

Zhong Yiming exposed his upper body, standing straight up on the ring like a god of war, giving people a feeling of "inviting the world, whoever me".

The skin of the bronze SE is shining under the light. The body is strong like a tiger and leopard, so that no one dares to smaller.

At this moment, in terms of momentum, Zhong Yiming will overwhelm several heads of Beiyong Liuyun.

"I ask you again, how do you want to die?"

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