Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 562 Hidden Knife (seeking monthly ticket)

As Fu Weiping said, he looked at Yu Sansheng who was watching a play, and asked, "What do you think, Shengzi Yu?"

"Yang Jie has a better chance of winning."

Yu Sansheng shook his folding fan lightly, and said in a leisurely manner.

Fu Weiping frowned and said, "Why?"

It's not that he doesn't believe Yu Sansheng's words, but from the current situation, Fan Yeming has almost firmly gained the upper hand. Without accidents, Yang Jie has no chance to stand up.

But now Yu Sansheng's words made Fu Weiping feel a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but doubt his own guess.

You know, before Fang Xiu, Yu Sansheng could be regarded as the strongest candidate for the first son.

Even after Fang Xiu appeared, Yu Sansheng's sense of existence became much weaker, but his own existence could not be erased.

Therefore, Yu Sansheng's words are still very convincing.

"Yang Jie seems to be defending passively and has no power to fight back, but in fact, every step of defense retreats, leaving room to hide. It is not easy for Fan Yeming to win in a short time.

If you defend for a long time, you will lose, but if you can't attack for a long time, there will be no loopholes.

If I remember correctly, Daomen is a top sect, and one of its martial arts is called Tibetan Dao, which is the most mysterious and unpredictable sword technique.

And Yang Jie, as a disciple of Daomen, has learned Tibetan Dao in all likelihood.

Although I have never seen why the hidden knife, Yang Jie has not used the method of pressing the bottom of the box so far, obviously waiting for an opportunity. "

Yu Sansheng seems to be indifferent to everything, but few things escape his gaze.

The background of Yang Jie and Fan Yeming was fully exposed in his eyes.

Here Yu Sansheng was talking, and the battle in the arena had reached a feverish stage.

Daomen and Tianyimen are feuds, and Yang Jie and Fan Yeming are also facing each other, and both of them used all their strength to fight.

Fan Yeming has the art of collapsing mountains and seas with one hand, and every punch and palm is like a mountain collapsing, and it is like the sea pouring down and subverting everything.

Indistinctly, the sound of increasingly loud waves came from nothingness.

Accompanied by the loud noise of the collapse of the mountain.

Fan Yeming glared angrily, looking at Yang Jie with murderous intent in his eyes.

Under Fan Yeming's power, Yang Jie's momentum was a little weaker, and he could only retreat step by step under the pressure of the landslide and sea collapse, and the hand holding the knife seemed to tremble a little.

"It seems that the martial arts of Daomen are nothing more than that!"

Fan Yeming sneered, and punched Yang Jie back a few feet away. The terrifying impact formed irregular potholes on the ground.

Yang Jie's breath became depressed again, and seeing Fan Yeming attack again, his face changed accordingly.

"cut!"

However, the honor of the sect did not allow him to admit defeat, and Yang Jie struggled to strike out with both knives in his hands.

boom!
The knife gang cut through the void, but it was shattered instantly between Fan Yeming's fists.

The next moment, Fan Yeming's palm landed on Yang Jie's body. At the critical moment, Yang Jie only had time to avoid part of it, and was sent flying backwards.

In the air, a line of blood streaked across.

After landing, Yang Jie's face was pale, the hand holding the knife was already unstable, and his breath was completely depressed.

That palm had already injured him.

"You still haven't admitted defeat?"

Fan Yeming yelled for Yang Jie to admit defeat, but his body didn't stop at all, and punched Yang Jie to kill him.

In this way, everyone could see Fan Yeming's murderous intent.

It's just that Yang Jie didn't admit defeat, so no one would intervene.

"Ok?"

When Fan Yeming punched and killed Yang Jie, Yang Jie's aura was completely silenced, making everyone almost think that Yang Jie had resigned himself to his fate and waited to die.

Even Yu Sansheng frowned.

With his eyesight, it can be clearly seen that the previous Yang Jie could not be in such a state.

But the scene changed so quickly that he couldn't help being startled.

Could it be that Yang Jie really didn't learn Tibetan knives, or has the other party already used them?
Suddenly, Yu Sansheng's eyes flashed brightly, and the hand that was shaking the folding fan paused a little.

Yang Jie, whose aura was dead, suddenly moved, and a breath of new life and disillusionment surged wildly from scratch, and a flash of light, a flash of knife light imprinted in everyone's eyes slowly appeared.

It seems to be a slow knife, but it seems to have passed through the obstacles of space.

Slow, slow to the extreme!
Hurry up, it's almost to the extreme!
This is a knife that is both extremely fast and extremely slow.

Fan Yeming's pupils constricted, and he punched out without retreating, a wave swept down from nothingness, and a mountain fell on the surface of the sea.

A single palm shattered the mountain and overturned the sea.

Enveloping Fan Yeming's sure-to-kill palm, he landed heavily against the knife light.

hum!
With the two as the center, a terrifying stellar energy swept across the audience in an instant.

Wherever the fluctuations passed, there were indelible marks on the ground paved with iron and stone, like knives and axes.

Even the crowd watching had to step back slightly.

After seeing the light of the knife and the palm of his hand in a stalemate for a while, Yang Jie's wrist trembled, and he cut out hundreds of knives in less than an instant.

The light of hundreds of knives converged into one knife, and after the light of the knife flickered for a while in everyone's eyes, it completely cut the palm transformed by the stellar energy.

A cloud of blood rained down, accompanied by a shrill scream and an arm falling to the ground.

Fan Yeming's face was painful and grim, his left hand was covering his right shoulder, blood was continuously overflowing from his fingers, and a bloody arm fell to the ground, indicating who the winner of this battle would be.

Unknowingly, Yang Jie had an extra knife in his hand, a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, almost completely transparent.

If it weren't for the occasional flash of cold light, the rest of the people might not have been able to discover such a knife.

It was also this knife that cut off Fan Yeming's arm and turned Yang Jie from his disadvantaged position.

"Clap!"

The sound of King Ping's applause broke the brief silence, and he said with a smile: "It's good to hide the knife in one hand, but you can't see the blade when you hide the knife, and you will see blood when you see the blade.

Someone, quickly take Fan Shaoxia down for treatment. "

At this time, the guards were already waiting for him, and they took Fan Yeming away immediately after King Ping's order.

Before leaving, a guard picked up the severed arm that fell to the ground.

With this broken arm, as long as there are people with good medical skills, there is a chance to reattach this arm.

Hidden knife without seeing the blade, seeing the blade is better than seeing blood!

What a terrible Tibetan knife!

Even though he is a true teacher of Zhengtian Sect and has experienced many advanced martial arts, Fu Weiping was still dumbfounded when he saw Yang Jie's hidden sword move.

In addition to being shocked, Fu Weiping also admired Yu Sansheng's eyesight.

Not long after the two started fighting, the opponent was able to predict the outcome of the battle, and this vision alone was far beyond what he could match.

"After today, the reputation of Daomen and Yang Jie will probably once again spread throughout the world. Zangdao... is worthy of being the master of Daomen."

Yu Sansheng also sighed with emotion, shook his folding fan and said to himself.

(End of this chapter)