[Comprehensive martial arts] I am number one in the world without knowing martial arts

The voice of Zhongyuan Dianhong just fell, his body has already rushed out like thunder and lightning, under the moonlight, a cold light flashed, and the sword aura was accompanied by murderous aura.

Just listen to it.

The two swords struck each other, making a crisp sound of tearing gold and silk.

There was silence everywhere, only the sound of two swords striking each other continued to resound.

The cold wind howled. In the wilderness, the continuous and continuous sound of the wind was like howling ghosts and wolves. If a timid person was here, he would have been scared pale and ran away.

But the people here at this time are Dongfang Bubai and Zhongyuan Yidianhong.

These two people are people with firm minds and decisive methods. Not to mention the howling of ghosts and wolves, even if there are ghosts, these two people will not be frightened. After all, if you are not afraid of people, why are you afraid of ghosts?

In this world, the scariest thing is never ghosts, but people.

Ghosts can only make people die, but people can make life worse than death.

this bit.

Dongfang Bubai is especially aware that his sword is getting faster and faster, and his internal energy is also being consumed continuously.

Although from the outside, he seemed to be in a tug-of-war with Zhongyuan Dianhong, but an insider would know at a glance that if it wasn't for Zhongyuan Dianhong's indistinct release of water and Dongfang Bubai's ever-changing sword moves, he should have died a long time ago.

"Snapped--"

There was a sound of the back of the sword touching the flesh.

Dongfang Bubai was knocked several feet away in an instant. He landed on the haystack on the ground and knocked down several haystacks before barely stopping.

"Pfft——" A smear of blood flowed from his lips, and Dongfang Bubai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His face was bluish white. It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries from this blow.

Zhongyuan Dianhong held his sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Dongfang Bubai.

His footsteps are very steady, every step seems to be carefully measured, every step is one meter, there is absolutely no extra point.

The wind was blowing, and the corners of his clothes were rattling.

It was as if death had sounded the horn.

In the end, he stopped one meter away from Dongfang Bubai, with regret in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "You are really sorry. If possible, I don't want to kill you."

After reaching a certain level, there are often fewer and fewer opponents.

Since becoming famous, Zhongyuan Dianhong has rarely encountered evenly matched opponents. There are many people who are better than him in martial arts, and even fewer practice swords, and these few people are all the top masters in the Jianghu Level or first-class masters, no matter how shallow the background is, he can't easily provoke them.

It has been a long time since Zhongyuan Dianhong has made a move. This time, he can meet a swordsman who is growing rapidly. How can he not see Lie Xinxi!

Therefore, he rarely said a few more words and delayed the time, because he didn't want to kill Dongfang Bubai in his heart, but he had to kill Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai could also see his thoughts.

His heart has never been covered with gray shadows, and he has never felt that death is so close to him.

However, even at this time, he never thought of running away.

Death is one thing.

Escaping is one thing.

Once he escapes, he is no longer Undefeated in the East.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong made a move, and this time he made a move without mercy, because he had already decided to take Dongfang Bubai's life.

The sword light flashed like a cold light.

however.

At this moment, a voice came from somewhere.

"Sixth Form—Spiritual Snake Winding Mountain."

This voice suddenly sounded in the wilderness, but Dongfang Bubai's eyes suddenly lit up, the sword in his hand flickered, and in an instant, the white sword seemed to turn into a white snake, entangled with the little red sword in the Central Plains.

There was a trace of sympathy in Zhong Yuan's red eyes. This move could only make him die faster.

"Ninth Form - Snatch food from tiger's mouth!"

The "White Snake" wrapped around the sword seemed to wake up from hibernation, and stretched its body lazily. When it saw the prey, it opened its mouth in an instant, biting the prey's throat with its mouth full of venomous fangs.

There was a trace of panic in Zhongyuan's red eyes. After all, he has rich experience. Although the rhythm was disrupted, he adjusted it immediately in just one breath.

His sword was with him day and night, as nimble in his hand as his hand.

With a twist of her wrist, Zhongyuan Yidianhong immediately drew out her sword.

The next moment, he struck Dongfang Bubai's throat with his sword without hesitation.

He secretly thought in his heart, Dongfang Bubai should never have done anything, but he shouldn't have gotten close to him. If he got close to a killer, he would undoubtedly be caught in a net, cast himself into a net, and only die.

"Right belly!"

The voice sounded suddenly, and Zhongyuan Yidianhong hadn't had time to figure out what this sentence meant.

puff-

There was an extremely light sound of the blade piercing the body.

Someone fell.

But that person was not Dongfang Bubai, but a little red in the Central Plains.

呲——

The sword was pulled out from Zhongyuan Yidianhong's body, and Bai Lian's sword was covered with bright red blood.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong clutched his wound, his face was ashen. Since he became famous, he has never seen his own blood.He thought that after killing so many people, his blood had turned black, but only now did he realize that his blood was also red.

There was a hint of understanding in the corner of his mouth, he was careless, the two moves of Dongfang Bubai just now meant both advance and retreat, advance, you can take his sword, retreat, you can show weakness, take advantage of his unprepared, Attack his weakness.

Just when he thought that Dongfang Bubai was looking for death, he didn't expect that in Dongfang Bubai's heart, he was also looking for death.

"Da da da--"

There was a sound of footsteps, Zhongyuan Dianhong saw a man appearing beside Dongfang Bubai.

He pulled his lips and barely said a word, "It's you?"

With Zhongyuan Dianhong's ear strength, he had already heard that this man had appeared.

But he thought this man was insignificant. After all, judging from the sound of his footsteps, it was clear that this man had never practiced any martial arts.

But those voices pointing to Dongfang Bubai just now were clearly made by this man. Compared with admiring Dongfang Bubai, Zhongyuan Dianhong is more afraid of this man.

Because, those who can command others to defeat him with just a few words are definitely no more than five fingers in this arena.

Moreover, there are no more than three people who can find out his cover without even hitting him face-to-face.

"It's me." Xu Yiqing said.

Zhong Yuan's blushing face gradually turned blue, his door was broken, at least it would take half a year to recover, and he asked with a bit of fear and awe: "I don't know your name?"

"I'm Xu Yiqing."