Zhu Twenty-three and Yan Ming separated, only to see that there was already a blood hole on Yan Ming's gray robe.

The expression on Yan Ming's face at this moment was exactly the same as Zuo Hui just now, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He still hasn't understood how he made a move when the two bodies were staggered just now.

Zhu Twenty-three held an iron chisel in his hand, looked at Yan Ming, and asked, "What, now that you have seen the gap, do you still want to fight me regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one?" ”

When Yan Ming heard this, he suddenly raised his head suddenly, he looked at Zhu Twenty-three's wrinkled face, and shouted: "I don't believe in you as an evil person!" ”

With that, he rushed forward again.

Zhu Twenty-three didn't speak, just took another half step and passed Yan Ming.

After passing by this time, a blood hole opened on Yan Ming's body.

Yan Ming's eyes were still completely incredible, he didn't realize at all how he had been recruited, he had already been recruited.

However, he was also an unbeliever and had to be tempted again.

As a result, the figures of Yan Ming and Zhu Twenty-three kept staggering.

"Puff ......"

Yan Ming's body kept being hit, and Yan Ming himself continued to shoot every time he was hit, and soon, more than 30 moves passed.

As a result, there were more than thirty blood holes on Yan Ming's body......

At this moment, Yan Ming, just like those enemies he killed, was covered in blood, and from those blood holes, blood was constantly dripping downward, allowing Yan Ming to take a few steps. It seemed like a puddle of blood was about to be left on the ground.

At this time, Yan Ming no longer had the domineering appearance when he first came to power, and he saw the look in his eyes. It is no longer the kind of gaze that does not believe in evil and does not admit defeat, but the eyes are full of fear.

He looked at Zhu Twenty-three, his voice trembled, and asked Zhu Twenty-three, "You...... What kind of swordsmanship are you? ”

"It's nothing, a little swordsmanship." Zhu Twenty-three said lightly.

He didn't lie to Yan Ming, Zhu Twenty-three's swordsmanship. It's called millimeter swordsmanship.

The characteristic of this set of swordsmanship is that it requires an extremely perverted sense of distance from people, and the height of the enemy must be determined. Body length, stride length, weapon length, and various speeds are taken into account. At the same time, calculate the strength of your own moves. The angle and distance are all calculated, and then the distance between the two sides is changed, and every time the sword is released, wait for the other party in the middle of the opponent's movement, and let the opponent crash into his own sword.

The swordsmanship requires a very perverted amount of people's computing power, not only that. It also requires the ability to grasp the timing, as well as the speed of one's own. All to the point of extreme precision.

This set of swordsmanship is divided into three realms, namely 'calculating', 'baht must be compared', and 'every minute must be investigated'.

Zhu Twenty-three has had quirks since he was a child, and he must calculate the numbers to feel at ease, usually subconsciously calculating these distances, practice makes perfect, although he didn't practice the swordsmanship when he was young, but in the heart, he has reached the highest level of meticulous investigation.

After he went to Zixia Mountain to seek apprenticeship and failed, he became a sword ghost of Yun Daozi, Yun Daozi saw that he was talented, so he taught him this set of milli swordsmanship, sure enough, after Zhu Twenty-three got milli swordsmanship, he was like a tiger with wings, and martial arts entered the realm day by day, he found the most suitable swordsmanship for himself, and since then he has not practiced other martial arts.

Now, Zhu Twenty-three has been immersed in this set of millimeter swordsmanship for more than fifty years, and he has practiced perfectly, which is extremely impressive and rich, and ordinary opponents, as long as they look at the basic performance, they can calculate the gap with themselves.

He said before that the gap between Zuo Hui and his martial arts was one foot, seven inches, three and two centimeters, that is, when Zuo Hui was one foot seven inches and three centimeters away from himself, Zuo Hui did not hurt himself, and Zhu Twenty-three could hurt him.

In the same way, he told Yan Ming that the difference in martial arts between them was five inches and seven points, that is, no matter how hard Yan Ming tried, when there was still a distance of five inches and seven minutes from Zhu Twenty-three, Zhu Twenty-three would already be able to hurt the other party.

Because of the perennial practice of swordsmanship, Zhu Twenty-three has been able to distance most of his opponents from himself, which is the so-called practice makes perfect.

The reason why Yan Ming, who is now in the ring, is so miserable is also because Zhu Twenty-three heard what Sun Yiyu said in the audience, and felt that this Yan Ming was a little too ruthless, so he wanted to teach Yan Ming a lesson.

Zhu Twenty-three didn't really want to kill Yan Ming, in fact, in terms of original intentions, Zhu Twenty-three would not easily take someone's life unless he faced an opponent who had committed heinous crimes and had many evil deeds, or someone designated by the master to kill, and now Yan Ming looked terrifying, in fact, the place chosen by Zhu Twenty-three was not critical, but it was just to let Yan Ming lose blood and not die, most likely to teach him a lesson.

Zhu Twenty-three will not take the initiative to say the purpose, it all depends on Yan Ming's own understanding of his own meaning.

At this time, Yan Ming, with more than 30 blood holes on his body, could clearly feel the feeling of his blood flowing out of the wounds on his body, Yan Ming only felt that the pain of his wounds gradually became numb, and he seemed to be able to hear the ticking sound of blood flowing out, and the strength of his body continued to flow outward, as if life was also constantly passing.

He gasped for air, he had never felt such fear, and at this moment, he remembered those who died at his hands, were those people the same desperate feeling as himself at this moment?

Yan Ming looked at Zhu Twenty-three, he even hoped that this Bamboo Twenty-Three would understand himself directly with a sword, let himself die, and not have to suffer the pain of this blood drainage, on the other hand, although Yan Ming was afraid, but it was in the way of his own face, he was fighting in place of the Yuwen family, at this time he had not completely lost his combat power, if he just admitted defeat like this, under the gaze of so many fellow people in the rivers and lakes, he would not have the face to mix in the rivers and lakes in the future.

These two contradictory thoughts made Yan Ming at a loss, not knowing how to choose, and at the same time, blood loss also blurred his judgment, he actually stood in this ring, not knowing what to do.

Zhu Twenty-three didn't take the initiative to attack, just waiting for Yan Ming to make his own decision, he held an iron drill in his hand and stood there without moving.

"Yan Ming, come down."

At this time, in the direction of Yuwen's house, a man's voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, Yan Ming, who was at a loss in the ring, suddenly shook his body, he seemed to have found the backbone of the main heart and glanced at the back.

I saw that in the resting place where Yuwen's house was, a man who was about thirty years old, with a ruddy face and white hair, said to Yan Ming.

Strange to say, Yan Ming himself is in his sixties, but after listening to the words of this man who looks like he is only in his thirties, he is very obedient.

Yan Ming's body shook, and finally held on, arched his hand to Zhu Twenty-three, and said: "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, Yan Ming is not an opponent, today's battle, Yan Ming knows that his martial arts are low, and decided to retreat for ten years, only hoping that he can meet Your Excellency on the rivers and lakes in the future, and I hope that Your Excellency can live until that day and fight with me again." ”

After speaking, Yan Ming turned around, walked quickly to the edge of the ring, and shouted to Luo Xiaosheng: "I lost this game." ”

After speaking, Yan Ming jumped out of the ring, fell to the ground and staggered a few steps, and someone from Yuwen's family immediately ran out, hugged Yan Ming, and helped him back to the rest area of Yuwen's house for treatment.

Luo Xiaosheng's voice, which also came, only listened to what Luo Xiaosheng said: "In this game, Su Peng wins!" ”

After saying this, Luo Xiaosheng said to Zhu Twenty-three on the stage: "Su Pengfang's people, can they fight again?" ”

"It's okay, go ahead."

The bamboo twenty-three on the stage said.

"Sure enough, he is a master, and he is deeply hidden."

At this time, in the place where Yuwen's house was, the man with white hair and a ruddy face of a young man in his twenties and thirties said, and as he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and walked out slowly.

"Finally let Yuwen Shi Uncle Zu make a move......"

Not far away, Luo Xiaosheng, who was watching the ring, saw the white-haired man walking out, and couldn't help but say in his heart.

This white-haired man looked no more than twenty or thirty years old, but Luo Xiaosheng knew that this person's age was over ninety years old.

This white-haired man is one of those worship-level elders in the Puning Sword Sect who specialize in cultivation and serve as the high-level combat power of the Puning Sword Sect.

The white-haired man's surname is Yuwen, and he is actually a member of the Yuwen family, but almost eighty years ago, he entered the Puning Sword Sect from the Yuwen family and became a member of the Puning Sword Sect, so he didn't care much about the affairs of the Yuwen family.

His name is Yuwen Yang, counting generations, he should be a person of Yuwen Wuji's grandfather's generation, when he was young, he walked the rivers and lakes, once killed a turtle demon, and took the demon pill in the turtle demon's body.

This Yuwenyang is very high in martial arts, and a small number of people in the Puning Sword Sect know that this Yuwenyang worship elder, in addition to his own martial arts is very powerful, he has also practiced extremely powerful secret methods, this secret method makes Yuwenyang almost invincible on Wugong Mountain, and even in Wugong Mountain, among the worship elders, no one is his opponent.

Such a master was also invited out by Yuwen Wuji, which made Luo Xiaosheng feel that the people of the Yuwen family were really powerful, and they basically won today's gamble.

Yu Wenyang came to the ring, stood with his legs straight, and did not bend his knees at all, and saw that his body seemed to be sent up by a fresh wind, and flew to the ring.

Seeing such light work, some eye-catching onlookers couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

This is not light power, but the direct use of super internal power, which caused the effect of walking against the wind in a short distance, so that Yu Wenyang 'floated' up.

Yu Wenyang floated into the ring, slowly walked to Zhu Twenty-three, looked at Zhu Twenty-three with a smile, and said to Zhu Twenty-three: "You just calculated the difference between the martial arts of the two people of my Puning Sword Sect and yours, you calculate now, how much is the difference between your martial arts and mine?" (To be continued......)