Immortal Path to Heaven

　　Looking at Ouyang Ming who was eager to try and his somewhat neglected nephew, Yan Haobo moved slightly in his heart and smiled: "Master Ou, I heard that you not only learned the boxing technique, but also the sword technique is quite good?"

　　 Sui Hezhi was startled, wondering, I just taught Ouyang Mingjun the simplest swordsmanship and boxing skills, when I said he was good at swordsmanship. However, to be honest, after seeing Ouyang Ming's boxing technique, he really has some expectations for this little guy's sword technique.

　　Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "Yan Huochang, do you want to test my sword?"

Yan Haobo smiled dumbly, and quickly said: "Master Ou misunderstood, you certainly don't need to do it yourself to enter the jungle, so it is enough to have such a body." He paused, and said: "I just see the heartbeat, I want See how deep the master's foundation is, how far we can go into the jungle."

　　As he said, even if Ouyang Ming entered with the team, it would never be his turn to face the attack of the beast. As long as Ouyang Ming's body is good enough not to drag the people down, they can already let them call Amitabha.

　　However, the stronger Ouyang Ming's strength is, the greater their confidence will be, and they can even be unaffected.

　　Ouyang Ming focused on his head. He knew that the better he behaved at this time, the less restrictions he would face in entering the jungle in the future, and he could go deeper into it.

　　Entering the house, Ouyang Ming took out two sabers and smiled: "These two sabers were made by me when I was bored. Although they are good products, they have not yet reached the peak. Brother Yan will use them."

　　 Yan Haobo and others secretly said that the good product saber would still be used as it is. This sounds awkward...

　　However, they also knew that Ouyang Ming did not intentionally humiliate them. After the master casually took out three pieces of high-quality pinnacle equipment and gave it to others, they understood that their vision and financial resources were no longer comparable to each other. These two good sabers, which are not the pinnacle, are indeed in the eyes of the master.

　　However, just when Yan Cheng wanted to reach for the knife, a big hand was grabbed first.

　　Everyone was stunned, but it was Yan Haobo who took the knife.

　　 "Uncle, what are you doing?" Yan Cheng asked in surprise.

　　Ouyang Ming is also puzzled. If he is to compete with Yan Chengcai, he still has a little confidence. But to say that he can defeat a fire leader, and is still the fire leader of the Chen Yifan guard... Even if he is arrogant and arrogant, he knows that with this current strength, it is unlikely.

　　 Yan Haobo chuckled and said, "Master Ou, the sword soldiers have no eyes, and Cheng has not yet reached the point where they can be freely retracted, so let me fight this battle."

　　Ouyang Ming suddenly realized, said: "Okay, then the trouble will grow long."

　　 He took a step back, raised his knife as his chest, and watched carefully.

　　Yan Haobo, however, casually raised his knife in his hand and said, "Master Ou, please shoot."

　　Ouyang Ming looked away, then Yan Haobo did not pose any posture, just so loosely holding the saber. However, such a flawed Yan Haobo gave him a sense of extreme danger.

　　 This feeling was like Zhang Hanyu was forced to go nowhere, hiding in the abandoned sword Hyogo, and all the hairs on his body were upright.

　　Ouyang Ming's breath suddenly suffocated, and the purple light cluster in his mind became brighter.

　　 The greater the crisis and difficulties encountered, the more concentrated and elevated Ouyang Ming's spiritual ideas were, and the more he cooperated with Ziguang.

　　 This is not a strange thing. When a living body of any race is forced to a desperate situation, it will either be put to death, or it will burst out of its shocking potential.

　　People say that the wits and wits are motivated by pressure, which is actually the same reason.

　　 turned his eyes, Ouyang Ming's body flickered, and an arrow step came to Yan Haobo in front of him.

　　 Yan Haobo was surprised, this knife was nothing, and did not exceed the limit of the third-class martial arts force. However, at the time of this cut, Yan Haobo felt a fierce murderous air.

　　 This fierce anger is what makes him feel a little bit terrified.

　　 Killed people, seen blood swords, and swords cultivated by ordinary warriors, it is very different.

　　According to Yan Haobo's ideas, Ouyang Ming is a good young man who cultivates martial arts despite his extraordinary talent. But after immersing himself in practice, he is not a veteran on the battlefield after all. Therefore, no matter how powerful his knife technique is, he will lack a kind of bloodiness and killing momentum.

　　However, Ouyang Ming's knife completely subverted his cognition.

　　 This is definitely a fierce sword. Of course, the fierce anger is not from the sword itself, but from the person holding the sword.

　　 wondered in his heart, could he practice hard at home, could he also cultivate a killing god?

　　Although he was puzzled, his men were not slow. The knife flashed and flew towards Ouyang Ming's wrist.

　　 He did not use the blade, but used the back of the blade to beat, so that even if he hit, he would not hurt Master Ou.

　　However, although the sword of Ouyang Ming seemed to go all out, but after seeing Yan Haobo's shot, he immediately turned halfway, and the sword followed him, not only avoided the sword, but also came behind him.

The feeling when 　　 was fighting with Yan Chengcai emerged again, and this time the feeling was more clear and exciting.

　　The flash of the knife flashed, and Ouyang Ming's knife struck Yan Haobo's arm, and he naturally would not go all out, but the angle of the knife was tricky, but it was amazing.

　　 When Yan Haobo was not moving, it was indeed towering, but once he started, it was inevitable that the flaw would be exposed.

　　 "Okay!" Yan Haobo shouted, the knife flashed in his hand, and he was greeted by flying.

　　 "Ding -" After a crisp sound, the two knives finally fought together.

　　Ouyang Ming's complexion changed slightly, and he quickly retreated. He finally understood that there was indeed a huge gap between him and his opponent.

　　 Yan Haobo's reaction speed is so fast that he is far from being able to compare it. This knife turned out to be on a first-come-first-served basis. Moreover, the knife was as bright as snow, so powerful that he had to stumble back.

　　Looking at Yan Haobo, not to mention that his body was shaken, he didn't even shake it.

　　 Such a huge gap is desperate if you think about it.

　　 However, Ouyang Ming's heart was not completely convinced. Although Yan Haobo's strength and agility are very strong, if he completes all the equipment, then he will not be inferior, but will be better.

　　 Of course, Ouyang Ming will never lift all the old foundations at this time.

　　 Stepped back, he stared at Yan Haobo. The fire chief did not chase after the victory, but still returned to his original state, waiting for his attack.

　　 Perhaps, in Yan Haobo's mind, as long as he had a knife in his hand, no matter what kind of tricks Ouyang Ming made, there was no threat.

　　Ouyang Ming stepped back and his eyes became brighter.

　　Some people will choose to retreat to avoid difficulties when faced with hardships and difficulties. However, some people are on the contrary. The more dangerous the front is, the more aggressive he will be.

　　 and Ouyang Ming is undoubtedly the typical latter.

　　Once he knew that Yan Haobo would not hack himself to death with a knife, Ouyang Ming never thought of giving in. He wished to have such a strong man to practice with himself.

　　 Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming once again bullied himself.

　　 This time, the shining knife light again cut off the head. However, when Yan Haobo's wrist shook slightly and the knife was ready to be blocked, Ouyang Ming's sword changed again. The split knife turned halfway and swept towards Yan Haobo's arm.

　　 is like a repeat of the scene of Shicai, but the only difference is that Ouyang Ming's knife light changes faster.

　　 Yan Haobo's mouth overflowed with a smile, even if it changes quickly, what's the use? Under the crush of absolute strength and speed, he has settled on the other side.

　　However, just as his wrist twitched and changed direction again, Ouyang Ming's knife flashed again, cutting towards his thigh.

　　 Yan Haobo stunned slightly, and had to keep up.

　　It was just that he soon discovered that the saber in Ouyang Ming's hands changed a lot~www.readwn.com~ It was simply unpredictable.

　　 This is not how exquisite his knife is, how powerful the knife is, how fast the speed is. When it comes to all this, he is even worse than Yan Chengcai.

　　 However, Ouyang Ming's performance is absolutely appalling in the change of the sword technique.

　　 The point where the sword light refers to is always the fault of Yan Haobo. Although Yan Haobo's speed is much faster than Ouyang Ming's, in the eyes of Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai, he seems to have completely lost his initiative and was led by Ouyang Ming's nose.

　　 Sui Hezhi and Yan Cheng just looked at each other and were speechless.

　　 Especially Yan Chengcai, now he understands the real intention of his uncle. If he changed the game and could not be crushed with absolute strength and speed, then I am afraid that he may have been injured and defeated at this moment.

　　 and Yan Haobo, who was in the game, felt more and more profound.

　　 That Ouyang Ming is like a vortex. The initial strength is not strong. However, as the knife light continues to change, the vortex is getting deeper and deeper. Yan Haobo even has a feeling of handcuffs.

　　When this feeling became more and more intense to a certain point, Yan Haobo's heart inexplicably developed a sense of fatal crisis.

　　He had to change, otherwise, it would be like boiled frog in warm water, and he didn't even know how to die in the end.

　　 Huo Ran's eyes were rounded, Yan Haobo shouted, the sound was deafening, full of violent and cold killing intentions.

　　 Subsequently, Yan Haobo ignored the upcoming knife light, his eyes firmly locked Ouyang Ming, so he did not hesitate to cut it off.

　　Under the entanglement of Ouyang Ming's strange swordsmanship, he disregarded his identity and took the initiative to take such a life-and-death approach.