Online Games: Solitary Fighting Jianghu

The bloody provocation made the players in the audience burst into anger, and soon someone couldn't help it and went to the martial arts stage.

The third group is doomed to tragedy because of the existence of Yecheng.

In the ensuing battle, players who were blinded by rage ignored the red warning and stepped onto the martial arts stage one after another as if to prove that they were heroes. Unfortunately, this path of no return comes at a high cost.

, two realms are enough for them to work hard for a long time to recover.

Ye Cheng faced challenges one after another, and ended up with crazy killing methods. Relying on his strong recovery, he just killed thirty-one challengers in one fell swoop. Although some of the players were not very strong, naturally they would not

Each of them has the ability to fight the world or subdue a dragon, but after all, these thirty-one people are all top-notch masters.

Such bloody killings have long since made the surrounding players and the Wudang Taoists in the stands lose their color. These killed people are all middle-to-upper-level players from various sects. They can be regarded as a small group of mainstays, and each of these masters

There are gang interests behind him. These casualties are comparable to a small-scale gang purge, and some of the interests involved are extremely complicated.

However, Ye Cheng, the instigator of this incident, was unable to keep up with the consumption due to the wheel battle. Although he still looked cold at the moment, he had already established an image that was difficult to defeat in the hearts of everyone.

The blue armor was also stained with blood at this moment, both from Ye Cheng's own and from his opponents. He squeezed his slightly trembling hands hard, and the cooled blood had already stuck his hands to the gun body. He was half crazy.

, his eyes were filled with blood at this moment, and the desire to kill had already taken over his thoughts.

Although he felt that the zhenqi in his body was less than two levels, Ye Cheng was really intoxicated with this feeling at this moment. The people he was fighting against were all masters. He had never felt so intoxicated that he was reluctant to leave this stage.

, such a happy battle allowed him to make a comprehensive summary of what he had learned so far, sort out the originally complicated martial arts, and form a unique fighting method that only belonged to him.

Almost half of the players in the third group were slaughtered by him. The remaining players saw that there were fewer and fewer people around them, and they were already a little timid. After all, blindly willing to die knowing that they were defeated was no different from a fool.

Ye Cheng, who was standing proudly on the martial arts stage, was breathing heavily and looked coldly at the players below the stage. He heard a person behind him rush to the martial arts stage, standing a few feet away from him, sighing: "Little friend Ba Liang,

I will kill many decent disciples today, let’s stop here, and give them a chance to participate in the following competition. On behalf of Wudang, I announce that you have successfully advanced, just wait for the following finals!”

Ye Cheng turned around slowly. He seemed extremely cumbersome, but he had the power of a tiger sitting on a dragon's disk. He looked over with an evil aura. The person coming was none other than Wudang Yin Liting, whom he knew. Although he did not know his identity, he

From his calm and distant demeanor, we can guess that this person must be someone with status in Wu Zhong.

The continuous killings created a sinister aura in Ye Cheng's eyes, and the divine light in his eyes swept across Yin Liting as if it were real. After a long while, he slowly nodded and said: "Since Taoist Master Yin has spoken, I will betray the Taoist Priest's face!"

"

The blood-drinking spear quickly disappeared into their hands, put it into the package, and walked towards the stairs. Every step seemed extremely heavy, but it felt like it was stepping on their hearts, and each step was as heavy as the other.

, gradually everyone around felt that their breathing was in that step, and every step was an exhale and an inhale.

This is a small method that Ye Cheng stole from hundreds of monks in Lingyun Temple. Although it is not a very advanced skill, for Ye Cheng who has been fighting fiercely for many times, it is a good thing to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. At this moment

A wonderful cycle has been formed in his body, and there seems to be a wonderful connection between each step and every breath. It seems simple, but he is well versed in the truth.

Those who advanced in this round were treated well. There was a row of seats on one side of the stand. As soon as Ye Cheng came down, a Taoist boy from Wudang took him over and offered him some tea and snacks.

, let the players take a good rest to cope with the following competition.

After sitting down, a burst of inexplicable fatigue swept through Shang Yecheng's heart. He immediately knew that he must have been over-exhausted. Although his body was still recovering, after all, every battle was short and intense, and the consumption was rapid. After all, the body was made of flesh and blood.

Under such a high load, no matter how strong he is, he still can't bear it.

After taking a sip of tea, Ye Cheng closed his eyes, slowly started to use his mental skills, and quickly restored the exhausted energy, completely ignoring what was going on around him.

Without Ye Cheng's martial arts stage, it seems to be a bit inferior. It's not that the fighting is not fierce enough, but that the violent and bloody storms are no longer there, and the direct sensory impact is much less.

The competition in the field continued. In the afternoon, all the competitions finally ended. A total of nine masters were determined, including one from Emei, Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, and four from Wudang. Only Ye was fighting alone.

There is only one person in the city, and it can be seen from this that most of these types of competitions are for the benefit of their own disciples.

After everyone had rested, the final game officially began. The nine people drew lots to decide their opponents. Naturally, one of them would have a bye. Fortunately, the opponent Ye Cheng drew was a young man named Zijian, a disciple of Wudang.

For Ye Cheng, being able to draw an opponent is lucky. After all, his purpose is to kill people. No matter who dies, as long as it is his opponent, he must kill him. The player who got a bye turned out to be Shaolin's Dragon Subduing. It is amazing that this kid

Good luck.

Under Yin Liting's arrangement, everyone quickly went to the martial arts stage. Naturally, Ye Cheng's side became the focus of the audience again. He hoped to continue to see real killings here. Unknowingly, the spectators had become accustomed to him.

That kind of competition, enjoy that kind of cathartic pleasure.

Ye Cheng was still wearing a blue armor. Fortunately, a long time had passed and the blood stains on the armor had disappeared completely, returning to its previous brightness. He quietly looked at the Wudang disciple named Zijian in front of him. He turned his spear and held it across his chest.

In front of me, under the rapid stimulation of zhenqi, the surrounding airflow suddenly began to flow rapidly, blowing my hair and making it fly.

It seemed that the evil spirit from before was gone. Zijian looked at the man in front of him curiously. He was a contestant in the first group. Many Wudang disciples present knew him. He was considered a rising star in the sect.

It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Zijian also saw Ye Cheng's methods from the sidelines. Although he had to admit that he was no match for him, he was young and frivolous and naturally did not want to walk down the ring in such a dejected manner. No matter he was a member of the sect

Neither his ridicule nor his future martial arts training will be of any benefit.

The long sword shook, and several sword flowers were drawn in front of him, and he smiled lightly and said: "Zijian, a disciple of Wudang, respectfully invites Brother Ba Liang for advice!"

Ye Cheng pointed the tip of his gun to the ground, and his heart lost some of the madness just now, and said quietly: "My advice will come at the cost of your life. You must consider this clearly. If you go down now, can you still keep it?"

One life, otherwise I will take action soon, but there will be no one left alive!"

Zijian shook his head and said: "It's nothing to die once. It's just a matter of practicing a little longer. But if I can get advice from a master like Brother Ba Liang, I will naturally benefit a lot. I'm not sure I can be more diligent in the future. Then

It’s time to really thank Brother Ba Liang!”

Ye Cheng gave a rare smile and said: "Yes, among the many disciples in Wudang, there is finally one who has some brains. For this reason, I will let you attack freely, but you'd better react faster and don't be careless.

How much you can gain from being killed by me depends on your own experience."

"Thank you so much, Brother Eight!"

Zijian smiled humbly, and the long sword in his hand moved slowly, as if it was as light as nothing. Even the sword did not change much. He said softly: "Brother Ba Liang, I have been practicing Rouyun Sword Technique for a long time.

It’s quite a bit of experience, so please give me some advice!”

Ye Cheng quietly watched the incoming sword moves. He raised the spear slightly and easily hit the tip of the sword. While he was still wondering why it was so simple, an irresistible internal force came from the sword, and the spear couldn't help but

was taken aside, and he couldn't help but feel a little interested.

After a slight pause at his feet, he retracted the spear, lowered his wrist a few inches, bypassed Zijian's wrist, and stabbed his chest. This shot did not cause much movement. On the surface, it seemed to be different from Zijian's swordsmanship.

Very similar.

Zijian's face froze, and then he laughed. He turned the long sword in his hand, moved it sideways under his body, and hit the spear body. A burst of sword light surged above the sword body, and the spear was attracted to the sword body, and then

Following the movement of the long sword, it started to move involuntarily.

As if he had forgotten that he was fighting a life-and-death fight with someone at this moment, Zijian smiled. The long sword seemed as heavy as a rock in his hand, flowing slowly and heavily, but there was no strength at all on the sword, and it was like a feather floating in the air.

The sword light was hesitant, and the connection between moves was like flowing water.

Ye Cheng had no choice but to put his gun in front of him and quietly block the opponent's attack. Although it was an attack, it felt indescribable. It was just that the opponent's long sword flew around and seemed to have become a place of its own.

Fang Yuan has become his space within this ten feet. If he breaks in forcefully, he will always feel out of place. Even his marksmanship seems to be restricted and difficult to use.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Zijian was completely immersed in his sword moves, forgetting about the enemy in front of him and the thousands of people watching under the ring.

Ye Cheng nodded secretly. This boy's talent is really unbelievable. Even with his experience, he has to admire him. I am afraid that this person will definitely achieve quite high achievements in the future. It is really a great blessing to have such a disciple among the martial arts.

When defending Zijian's attack, Ye Cheng also gained some feelings from his attacks. Every time he fought, he felt that the power contained in the sword was gradually increasing. After ten shots in a row, the long sword

The strength on his body was already extremely terrifying, and Zijian's face turned slightly pale, as if he was having difficulty controlling it, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing down.