Douluo's holy sword

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Ye Yao couldn't help but chuckled as he looked at Yu Hang whose soul ring was constantly beating.

Pure punching to flesh, swords intersecting, although enjoyable, but after all, there is still something missing.

Seeing Yu Hang, who was touching the ground but had not yet made any move, Ye Yao reminded him "kindly": "What's wrong? Won't you attack?"

Yu Hang looked indifferent and said nothing.

He is not a talkative person, and he has already finished what he should say.

Now he just needs to wave the weapon in his hand to his heart's content.

"You don't attack. Then, I will..." Ye Yao's body center of gravity slightly lowered, and the muscles of the legs covered by the pants were already tense.

"The attack has passed!"

In the field, it seemed that a red lightning flashed across the field.

It's really fast!

Yu Hang's eyes shrunk.

In the short fight just now, he already knew that the enemy in front of him had both strength and speed.

In terms of strength, he is slightly better than the heaviest one, not to mention his speed which is not outstanding at all.

However, the speed at which it is difficult for his eyesight to capture the trajectory of the movement in front of him is still a bit too scary!

Although Yu Hang was shocked, the third soul ring on his body lit up.

He waved the big halberd in his hand that was much longer than his whole body.

The jet-black halberd flew up and down, dancing in an airtight manner, almost wrapping him into a black ball, and every inch of the surrounding area seemed to be perfectly defended.

There was a dense sound of swords and halberds, the sound was clear and continuous, like a piece of music.

It lasted about five breaths, and the red figure took the lead to retreat.

"Tsk, defensive soul skills?" Ye Yao couldn't help but shook his head while backing away.

His sudden attack, under the almost all-round defense, has already been declared a failure.

But, obviously, Yu Hang didn't want Fang Yeyao to just retreat and prepare for the next attack.

He stepped hard on the ground that was already groaning, and his body erupted.

One retreats, the other advances.

One has exhausted his previous strength and has not yet developed his future strength, while the other has been preparing for a long time, rioting like the most vicious predator.

Although Ye Yao's speed was much stronger than Yu Hang's, but this time, he was at a disadvantage.

Yu Hang's fourth soul ring lit up.

The spiral-shaped soul power began to gather on his martial soul, and in less than two breaths, it completely covered the front end of his halberd.

At this moment, what Yu Hang held in his hand seemed not to be a euphorbia, but a continuously rotating drill bit, with a faint sound of dragon roar coming from it.

The people watching around him, no matter whether they were strong or not, or had different eyesight, they all realized a problem.

If this blow is real, it is no joke.

That is absolutely fatal!

"Seventh Elder? Shall I stop you?" Contra couldn't sit still.

In his opinion, this time Yu Hang seized the opportunity and launched this attack, which could have declared the end of the battle.

Although the defeated kid behaved rebelliously, but the talent is really rare, he has a bit of a sense of saving his talent, so he still wants to protect him.

"Why are you so anxious? Just watch." The seventh elder took a sip of wine and said calmly.

"If we wait any longer, the rest of our lives will be..." Contra said anxiously.

The speed of Yu Hang's blow was so fast, and the strength of this blow was utterly unreserved. If he didn't prepare now, he might not be able to stop it even after such a distance.

"They're all Contras! Why are they still the same as young people in their twenties and thirties!" the Seventh Elder scolded.

"Didn't you notice that none of that kid, including his companions, showed a worried expression?"

After this reminder from Contra, he just noticed that none of the people in the Xingluo City branch hall behind Ye Yao showed any worry, but all looked calm and indifferent.

"This kid... isn't popular?" Contra subconsciously said.

Hearing this, the Seventh Elder couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

This old guy has never been so stupid before!

If that kid is really not popular, then how could his companion argue with Yu Hang just now because of the kid who obviously has no relationship with this kid.

If the relationship is really not getting along, then the expressions they are showing now should not be one of calmness, but one of pleasure and gloating.

Why can't we think about it in a different direction?

"What if..." The seventh elder's eyes were a little deep.

"They all agree that such an attack cannot hinder that kid at all?"

"Boy! Let me see how much you are capable of!"

Let me see, this touchstone named "Yu Hang" can show you how much hole cards!

The surge of sharp soul power has almost reached less than ten centimeters in front of Ye Yao in this short period of time.

Ye Yao's lapel rustled, and even Ye Yao could feel a tingling sensation on the skin in front of him.

However, Ye Yao's expression was still relaxed and relaxed.

He even had time to smile at Yu Hang who was close at hand.

At this moment, the second soul ring on Ye Yao's body lit up.

The red arc of thunder surrounding Ye Yao's body suddenly surged, and the speed of Yu Hang, who was slower than Ye Yao and rushed forward, suddenly skyrocketed.

Originally, the tip of Yu Hang's martial soul was less than a foot away from Ye Yao, but after Ye Yao's speed skyrocketed, he couldn't get any closer.

One breath... two breaths...

Everyone was surprised to find that five breaths had passed, and the attack that was supposed to hit Ye Yao within one breath hadn't touched Ye Yao's body until now.

The distance of less than one foot is really like a thunder pool, it is impossible to get close, let alone cross it.

"Why do I always feel..." A bystander spoke his mind.

"Why does he think that he is slipping away?"

Everyone was startled for a moment, then, looking at the two people on the field, their faces were thoughtful.

Having said that...

"It seems to be a bit similar!"

The tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and the solemn atmosphere quietly became cheerful.

"This kid..." He Wuyan shook his head and sighed again.

"There is obviously a better way, but I choose the most dangerous one..."

On the field, Yu Hang didn't care about the faint laughter from the people around him, or maybe he didn't have time to care about him at all.

This guy……

Yu Hang's heart sank slightly.

Ye Yao's move was not what many people around him thought, it was ridicule and teasing, but it was purposeful.

Ye Yao could indeed get out of the scope of Yu Hang's attack with his soaring speed, and then the two would return to the starting point and start the next round of confrontation.

However, he is greedy.

He kept his distance at such a close distance, which made Yu Hang very uncomfortable.

It was impossible for him to hit Ye Yao with this blow, and he knew it very well.

Right now, he has two choices.

One is to close the momentum immediately and prepare for the next round of attack.

However, in this way, at the moment when he closed his momentum, with the distance between him and Ye Yao, he would definitely be hit by a thunderbolt from Ye Yao.

The other is to maintain the soul skill until the effect of the soul skill dissipates.

This choice is worse.

Totally slow death.

At the moment when the effect of his soul skill dissipated, because he maintained this soul skill for a long time, he would inevitably need to take a breath. At that time, it might not be a matter of being hit by Ye Yao.

How to choose in the end seems to be very clear.

Yu Hang's eyes condensed, his forward momentum stopped abruptly, the soul skills in his hands dispersed, and the euphorbia was immediately placed across his chest.

"Smart!" Elder Seven nodded slightly.

When it is interrupted, it will suffer from chaos.

In this situation, there is no delay at all. The later the time to make a choice, the more difficult the subsequent battle will be.

"Since you made this choice, then you should be enlightened!" Ye Yao shouted.

The first spirit ring lights up.

An extremely thick red lightning screamed piercingly and shot out in front of Yu Hang.

At this moment, Yu Hang had no possibility of dodging this soul skill that was almost released close to his face, so he could only grit his teeth, raise the martial soul in his hand, and slammed towards this thunderbolt.

Fragmentary arcs of lightning surged in this space, leaving countless scratches and burnt black on the dilapidated ground.

After a while, the thunder paused.

Yu Hang paused with the euphorbia in his hand and quietly took a breath.

His entire right arm was completely exposed to the air, and there were still several blood lines spreading down from his shoulder, dyeing half of his right arm bloody.

And Ye Yao held a long sword and stood two meters in front of Yu Hang, watching him quietly without any movement.

"What's going on? Why didn't Mordred pursue the victory?" Fang Cheng asked with some confusion.

Just now Yu Hang was forced to take a hard hit and was already at a disadvantage.

Not to mention Mordred, who was crazy and aggressive in the battle, even other people would probably beat the dog in the water. How could he suddenly slow down the rhythm and stand there motionless.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be that this person is too much.

However, only those who are familiar with him know.

In this bastard's heart, there is no such thing as "point until the end"!

"It's not right!" He Wuyan's heart sank slightly, obviously, he also realized what was wrong.

"Although Mordred's attack just now was strong, it was the first soul skill after all, and the damage was limited. Yu Hang's strength is extremely strong, and he defended in time. The injury shouldn't be so serious."

In his opinion, Mordred's blow just now was more to seize the opportunity than to cause injury.

The injuries on Yu Hang's body now seem like...

"It's interesting." The Seventh Elder said with a smile.

"This kid..." Contra was speechless for a moment.

"He didn't even think about blocking the blow just now!"

At this moment, Yu Hang looked at the fifth soul ring that had dimmed again, and slowly uttered three words.

"Fix the storm!"

Ye Yao stood where he was.

It's not because he's posing there, it's because...

"Look carefully at Mordred!" He Wuyan suddenly whispered.

Only then did Fang Cheng notice.

There is an almost transparent ring on Mordred's body.

"I can't move..." Ye Yao tried hard to lift his arm, but in the end, he only moved his fingers slightly.

"An attack-type soul master has such a rare and powerful control soul skill." Ye Yao looked at Yu Hang and said involuntarily.

Just now, just before Ye Yao's first soul skill was about to hit Yu Hang, Yu Hang originally turned slightly to the front of Thunder's halberd, pointing directly at Ye Yao.

Then, Ye Yao saw the red thunder raging wildly on his right hand, and he endured the pain, and put a ring on Ye Yao's body.

"I was imprisoned at the cost of almost half-impairing my right arm."

"What a soldier is at risk."

Wealth can be found in danger, this saying is indeed true.

Yu Hang stepped forward, but still said nothing.

"Originally he blocked a blow, but he suffered a small injury, and then he was at a disadvantage for a short time." Someone sighed.

"The balance of victory is only slightly tilted, but it is not completely out of balance. There is still a chance of winning."

"But the bet is so big..."

If this move of "fixing the storm" fails to achieve the expected effect, then there is basically no need to use it next.

With a crippled right arm, it is impossible for him to beat Ye Yao who is still intact and powerful.

But, obviously, the current result told him that he won the bet!

He handed the halberd in his hand to his left hand, and then swung it out with all his strength.

He won this battle!

Then, he will get what he deserves...

the life of the rebellious man before him.

The two soul saints who were still sitting firmly on Diaoyutai were a little unable to sit still.

They were already ready to block Yu Hang's attack and save Mordred.

Even Contra is the same.

"It's not bad to be able to fight with Yu Hang to this extent." He nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation of Ye Yao.

If it hadn't been for Yu Hang's unexpected move, maybe he might have actually won.

The seventh elder also stood up slightly, and he seemed to notice something.

A somewhat rough hand held the front end of the halberd, preventing it from entering.

Yu Hang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Ye Yao who stretched out his left hand and held the tip of the halberd with some horror.

how can that be!

Without any precautions, anyone who is hit by my "fixing wave" and whose soul power is lower than mine will have to be imprisoned by me for at least three seconds!

But now...

Less than two seconds!

Regardless of the pain from his left hand and the oozing blood, Ye Yao still grinned and raised the long sword in his right hand.

Regardless of the aggravation of the injury on his left hand, he exerted force again and pushed the big halberd towards him.

The whole person seemed to have crashed into Yu Hang's arms.

The long sword in his hand slashed at his chest mercilessly.

"Be merciful!" He Wuyan couldn't help but shout. ?

The battle reversed too quickly. Before he could save Ye Yao, he found that this guy was about to kill his opponent.

However, this person cannot be killed!

If it was just a simple fight, they would still have the confidence to protect Ye Yao. Then, killing the city guard commander at the city gate would be a serious crime!

But, obviously, he said this one step too late.

Yu Hang closed his eyes.

Prepare for his end.

A yellow shadow suddenly bumped into Ye Yao's sword.

A bucket of water sprayed Yu Hang all over his face.

But Ye Yao paused the long sword in his hand, and then turned it slightly sideways. The blade that was supposed to split Yu Hang's chest, finally just cut his shirt.

Ye Yao frowned, lowered his head, and looked at the many debris beside him.

His nose twitched slightly.

A strong smell of alcohol hit his face.

"Wine?" Ye Yao whispered to himself.

The sloppily dressed Seventh Elder lowered his raised right hand again.

"It's a pity that I have a good pot of wine."

Afterwards, he frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are so young, why are you so murderous?"

Before Contra behind him could say anything, his figure had already disappeared.

The next moment, a slovenly figure grasped Ye Yao's right wrist that he raised again.

"So far."