Martial arts fanatic

Chapter 95 Next

There is an open-air noodle restaurant 200 meters away from Budaotai. Today, the noodle restaurant with a bleak business is overcrowded and there are no empty seats.These people were either familiar with each other or didn't know each other, but they didn't communicate with each other. They just sat quietly with a bowl of clear soup and a bowl of noodles, without moving their chopsticks.

Suddenly, a firework exploded in the sky in the distance. It was dazzling, and it was unusually conspicuous under the gray sky.

"Fireworks explode, assemble."

In the noodle restaurant, everyone suddenly got up.

In this weird scene, everyone looked at each other and frowned.Afterwards, as if they had thought of something, they looked at each other with a smile, and then dispersed, but slowly approached the Martial Daotai.

On the other side, at a herbal tea stand about 200 meters away from Budaotai, the same scene was also happening.

Restaurants, commercial streets...

Almost at the same time, within 200 meters of the Martial Arts Terrace, big men who seemed to have nothing to do were slowly approaching the Martial Arts Terrace.At the same time, many people carried an object wrapped in black cloth on their backs, and they didn't know what it was.

After these people came to the Martial Arts Terrace, they did not hesitate at all. They crowded the crowd towards the front of the Martial Dao Stage, ignoring the curses, and did not stop until they occupied the frontmost position.

City Lord's Mansion.

A man hurriedly ran over from a distance, without the slightest hesitation, he sat down directly in front of the gate of the city lord's mansion, with a bang, the long knife in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, he held it backwards, the tip of the knife touched the ground, and immediately in front of you.

In front of the door, the four soldiers were shocked.

"Boy, what are you doing..."

However, the soldier yelled angrily, before the word 'what' could be said, in the distance, dark crowds gathered from all directions.

A hundred marrow-washing man sat at the front in an instant.

'Come on! '

The long knives in their hands were out of their sheaths, and they stood horizontally on their chests, without saying a word.

Behind him, [-] people sit quietly.

With just one breath, the gate of the city lord's mansion is completely blocked. People in the city lord's mansion can't get out, and people outside can't get in, unless...the [-] people in front of them are slaughtered, but, who dares?Who has this ability?
"You, what are you doing?"

Four soldiers, one of them came back to his senses, looked at the hundred big men sitting quietly with swords in front of them and couldn't help asking.If this hadn't happened several times before, they might have run away in fright.

"Cool."

Among the crowd, one person said.

"Cool?"

The four soldiers froze for a moment, looked at each other, and were speechless for a moment.

Taking the cool and riding to the gate of the city lord's mansion?
Nima! !
The first battle, who will come.

Ye Fu sternly shouted five words, and his voice shook all directions.

Ye Wang sternly shouted and stepped out.

The entire Martial Arts Stage fell into a dead silence instantly, and the sound of a needle falling could be heard. Everyone stared at the two people in the center of the Martial Arts Stage.

In the center of the Martial Dao Stage, Ye Wang and Zhao Feipeng stood facing each other. Zhao Feipeng had already unsheathed his long knife, and looked at Ye Wang with a sneer.

Yejia Yewang, the eighth grade of marrow washing.

In terms of cultivation, Ye Wang is the same as himself, but in terms of age and combat experience, Ye Wang is far behind him.Therefore, Zhao Feipeng didn't care at all even if the two had the same cultivation base. In his opinion, he would definitely win this battle.

But I don't know that the eighth grade of marrow washing has long been a thing of the past.

Three days ago, Ye Wang was already at the third rank of Yi Jin, and now he has reached the fourth rank of Yi Jin, which is only one step away from the fifth rank of Yi Jin.Moreover, Ye Wang's basic strength is 82, and his current strength is 420 eight catties, which is comparable to ordinary Yijin eighth-rank and ninth-rank.

What's more, Ye Wang's saber technique has long been accomplished.

Zhao Feipeng looked at Ye Wang with a sneer on his face, confident and sure of winning, but Ye Wang didn't even look him straight.

Who is the wolf and who is the sheep?
Seeing that Ye Wang ignored him, Zhao Feipeng frowned.

Then, furious.

"Zhao Feipeng, be gentle. Today is the day of the city lord's great joy. The city lord doesn't want to see blood. I understand." As if feeling Zhao Feipeng's anger, Liu Yong said suddenly.

Zhao Feipeng was taken aback.

"Yes, Lord City Lord."

Then, he responded respectfully again.

Ye Wang sneered.

The long knife in Zhao Feipeng's hand pointed directly at Ye Wang: "Boy, let's use the knife. Don't worry, the city lord has said that today I am very happy and there is no blood."

Ye Wang didn't hesitate any longer, he held the saber in his left hand, holding the scabbard, and placed it in front of his body, while holding the handle of the saber in his right hand, with a bang, the long saber came out of the sheath.

With a flick of his left hand, the scabbard was thrown aside.

In an instant, Ye Wang stepped forward with a single step, holding the knife in his right hand, he moved forward without moving the knife.With one stride, Ye Wang appeared in front of Zhao Feipeng, raised the long saber in his right hand, and came back, slashing at Zhao Feipeng head-on.

Zhao Feipeng sneered, and stabbed his knife across his chest.

The blades collided, and the sound of metal clashing sounded.

A huge force came from the blade.

Zhao Feipeng was startled, his face changed, and his left hand instinctively stepped forward to press the back of the knife. If not, he even doubted that he could not stop Ye Wang's knife.

When the blade collided, Zhao Feipeng took three steps back.

Moran raised his head and looked at Ye Wang, Zhao Feipeng's face was full of horror and disbelief. At this moment, he could clearly feel that the tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was holding the saber, was hurting a little. Ye Wang's strength was far superior to him with just a collision with the saber.

Behind, Liu Yong frowned when he saw this, and he immediately turned his head to look at Ye Shuang beside him: "What is Ye Wang's cultivation level now?"

"I don't know."

Ye Shuang said softly.

"I don't know?"

Liu Yong's face twisted and changed instantly.

Ye Shuang and Ye Wang are members of the Ye family at the same time, how could Ye Shuang not know what Ye Wang's cultivation level is, obviously he just doesn't want to talk about it.

'Humph. '

Liu Yong snorted coldly, and looked at the center of the Martial Dao Stage again.

"I am very happy today, you don't want to see blood?" Zhao Feipeng was forced to retreat with a knife, but Ye Wang didn't attack immediately, but looked at him and laughed.

Zhao Feipeng was taken aback for a moment, his expression frantic.

After one blow, how could he still not know that his cultivation base was not as good as Ye Wang's at all, even worse than Ye Wang's by a lot.Thinking of his contempt for Ye Wang before, at this moment, Zhao Feipeng only felt a burning pain in his cheek.

Suddenly, Ye Wang shook his sword again, and shouted loudly: "But, if I want to see blood, I must see blood."

After the words fell, Ye Wang stepped on the ground with his right foot, raised his knife, and rushed out head-on.

Lingering momentum, cold murderous intent.

Like a wolf, like a tiger.

Seeing Ye Wang attacking again, Zhao Feipeng shrank his pupils, held the knife, and stepped back instinctively.

He retreated, Ye Wang advanced, even a little faster.

Zhao Feipeng stopped suddenly and swung his knife.

Ye Wang leaned forward, and the long knife in his right hand instantly slashed towards the long knife in Zhao Feipeng's hand, fast, ruthless, and fierce, with a faint sound of the knife.

Between the two, the long knives collided.

The blade vibrated, and a huge force came from the blade. Zhao Feipeng only felt a sharp pain in his life, and he instinctively let go of the hand holding the blade.

'Ding'

With a crisp sound, the long knife in Zhao Feipeng's hand fell to the ground.

He staggered even more, stepped back a few steps, and lost his balance for a while.

Ye Wang withdrew his knife.

He took another step forward, slashed out with the long knife in his hand, and attacked Zhao Feipeng in front of him, the speed was extremely fast.

Zhao Feipeng was shocked, his pupils shrank.

He wanted to hide, but couldn't.

Ye Wang slashed directly and landed on Zhao Feipeng's neck. The sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood, and a burst of bright red blood shot out.

Zhao Feipeng fell to the ground, lifeless.

One knife, instant kill.

In an instant, there was a dead silence around the martial arts platform. Everyone stared blankly at Ye Wang who was standing with a knife on the martial arts platform, and then at Zhao Feipeng who was lying motionless on the ground. General suffocation.

two knives?

Zhao Feipeng, a martial artist of the eighth rank of marrow purification, only lasted two swords in Ye Wang's hands. Moreover, the speed of Ye Wang's sword just now was too fast. Except for a few people present, others didn't even understand it. what on earth is it.

On the side of the city lord's mansion, the corner of Liu Yong's mouth twitched.

Great joy today, you don’t want to see blood, but I want to see blood, and I must see blood.Ye Wang's previous words resounded in his mind, making Liu Yong's complexion instantly extremely ugly, even ferocious.

This is a slap in the face and even more provocative.

Sensing Liu Yong's anger, Ye Shuang's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Ye Wang on the Martial Dao Stage with a dignified and complicated expression.

Behind them, two hundred city guard soldiers were stunned.

In the Ye family's camp, seeing Ye Wang kill Zhao Feipeng with a single knife, everyone just smiled lightly, without too much emotional fluctuation at all.

On the Martial Dao Stage, Ye Wang withdrew his saber and stood beside him, pointing the saber at the ground. With a sound of 'tick', bright red blood rolled down from the tip of the knife, and dripped on the martial arts platform, splashing small bloody flowers one by one.

The whole place was dead silent.

Ye Wang kicked Zhao Feipeng's body again. In an instant, Zhao Feipeng's body flew upside down, landed a few meters away with a 'bang', rolled several times, and barely stopped in front of Liu Yong.

The corner of Liu Yong's mouth twitched, furious.

Ye Wang raised his head, his stern face and deep eyes faced the camp of the city lord's mansion, looked directly at Liu Yong, and raised the long knife in his hand: "Next!!"

(End of this chapter)