Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Chapter 160 Horrible

Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou have been fighting for more than two hours, from morning to noon, from the ring to the sky, and from the sky to the ring, the sword light is flying, the shadows are flashing, the crackling is fierce.

Needless to say, this is the longest fighting competition since the current Cangyun Sect.

Ye Xiaochuan used to hear people say that a certain master fought with the enemy for a day and a night, and he never believed such words. He didn't think that two people could fight for such a long time.

Now he has a deep understanding.

He is looking for Yun Qiyou's flaws, and Yun Qiyou is also looking for flaws in his moves. Close combat is not like long-range attack. Long-range attack activates the true method. The competition is the depth of the cultivator's Taoism and his understanding of the way of heaven.

As for close combat, it is mainly to find flaws in the opponent's moves.

Ye Xiaochuan obviously didn't want to compete with her in real skills. An hour ago, Yun Qiyou didn't want to have such a meaningless melee sword fight with Ye Xiaochuan. Ye Xiaochuan's sword skills and body skills were extremely strange. Even if he could lock him with his mental power, it was not realistic to defeat him easily.

Therefore, Yun Qiyou planned to distance himself from Ye Xiaochuan. As long as he could get a chance to breathe, he could end this battle with a sword.

However, Ye Xiaochuan was like a slippery loach. Every time he attacked and counterattacked, he tried to repel this man, but this guy relied on his extremely mysterious body skills to dodge every time when there was no time left, and he could also stab a sword at the part that he must defend when dodging. He was entangled by this kid.

At this point in the fight, the people under the ring had also seen that Ye Xiaochuan, this rogue, wanted to entangle Yun Qiyou and wanted to recreate the first round of the battle with Hu Daoxin, and use his exquisite and strange body movements and swordsmanship to wear down Yun Qiyou.

Because it lasted too long, the voices of the men's and women's groups who cheered at the beginning had long been soft.

Xiaochi was the most cheerful, but now he stopped shouting. His voice was hoarse, no different from that of a duck. He could only stand behind his mother obediently.

Just when Xiaochi yawned for the 32nd time, Yun Qiyou on the ring finally caught a fatal flaw of Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan's body swept over like a tornado, with a huge momentum. He had used this move more than once, and each time it could force Yun Qiyou to be in a panic.

This time was different. Yun Qiyou saw Ye Xiaochuan, who was screaming and spinning, and did not dodge, but lowered his body. Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt that something was wrong and was ready to dodge, but his body was spinning very coolly, and the sword light was flashing everywhere, so he couldn't stabilize his body in an instant.

A small foot wearing white embroidered shoes stretched out from an incredible angle and kicked his side waist.

Although the foot was not big, the force was amazing. Ye Xiaochuan immediately felt a sharp pain in his side waist, and he even felt that at least two ribs were broken and dislocated.

He let out a painful ouch, and his body did not rotate, and flew out directly. This flight was not only imposing, but also the flying distance was not close.

Bang.

There was only a dull sound, and his whole body was attached to the barrier light curtain on the north side of the ring, and then fell to the edge of the ring with a gurgle.

Yun Qiyou might not do the thing of beating the drowned dog to others, but it was embarrassing to Ye Xiaochuan.

I don't know why, every time she saw Ye Xiaochuan in trouble, she would feel happy from the bottom of her heart, and even a little excited. This can be seen from the fact that she walked away with the silver bills in front of the furious Ye Xiaochuan in Guangna Hall the night before.

After fighting for two hours, from morning to noon, the sun was already setting, and Yun Qiyou was already extremely angry.

After kicking Ye Xiaochuan away, she did not give Ye Xiaochuan any chance to breathe and turn over. She rolled up, and when Ye Xiaochuan just got up, the soft little foot appeared in front of him again.

Enduring the severe pain of broken ribs, Ye Xiaochuan hastily responded to the fight and raised his sword to block the kick.

Before a sharp pain came, the sword in his right hand was kicked away.

The sword lost its luster, and before it fell to the ground, the white embroidered shoe appeared in front of Ye Xiaochuan again, this time the target was his calf. Ye Xiaochuan cried out and half-knelt down.

When the sword fell to the ground with a clatter, Yun Qiyou had kicked at least sixteen times.

I don't know which generation of Cangyun Sect's ancestor created this set of fatal kicks, which hit the flesh and blood. Yun Qiyou's kicks were very comfortable and relieved.

Everyone only saw the shadow of Yun Qiyou's slender right leg flashing, and in a flash, he kicked nearly twenty times. They only heard Ye Xiaochuan screaming, knowing that Ye Xiaochuan was finished, and who knew how many bones were broken.

In the end, every time Ye Xiaochuan screamed, the hearts of the spectators twitched. Some kinder disciples couldn't bear to cover their eyes, as if they didn't want to see this horrible scene.

The magic sword fell to the ground, and Yun Qiyou kicked out the last kick, and then he finished the kick and walked away, which was called unrestrained and free.

Ye Xiaochuan was in a miserable situation. There was no place on his body that didn't hurt. At least seven or eight ribs were broken, his arms were fractured and dislocated, and he was kicked twice in the neck. He could only tilt his head. There were several complete footprints on his face and his nose was bleeding.

The two white-bearded arbitration elders removed the barrier, rushed onto the ring, and checked Ye Xiaochuan's injuries. It was fine. They were basically skin injuries and fractures, and his foundation was not damaged. With Ye Xiaochuan's cultivation and the spiritual medicines and bone-setting ointments that Cangyun Sect used to treat injuries, he would suffer at most, but his life would not be lost.

Yun Qiyou also knew how to strike with moderation, and did not attack the vital parts of the body. He did not use the last move of the sixteen-way chain of fatal kicks, the kick that would cut off his descendants, otherwise Ye Xiaochuan would probably have no chance to be with women for the rest of his life.

Countless people looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was beaten up by Yun Qiyou, and then looked at the woman in white who was still as cold as ice. She was still elegant and moving when standing on the ring, but now almost everyone shuddered from the bottom of their hearts.

After so many battles, the injuries of those who were defeated by Yun Qiyou's sword were not as serious as Ye Xiaochuan who was lying on the ring screaming.

When the arbitration elder announced that Yun Qiyou won, Ye Xiaochuan saw Yun Qiyou was about to leave, and immediately struggled to get up, gnashing his teeth and enduring the severe pain.

He stretched out his hand and shouted to Yun Qiyou: "Don't leave, you draw your sword, we made a bet before the competition, if you draw your sword, I will win the bet, give me back my silver!"

Okay, a man who values ​​money over life.

Yun Qiyou didn't care at all, and didn't even turn his head, and left directly.

Ye Xiaochuan was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fainted.