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Chapter 642: Peeling Wu Wen off with a Knife on the Arena

Attention returns to the ring.

Ming Qiuniu wielded a bronze knife and his movements were like a long flowing river, endless and uninterrupted. It was hard to imagine that such a majestic sword technique could be produced in the bitter cold of the north.

Gorgeous, exquisite, sophisticated, all the breathtaking adjectives can be used to praise it.

In comparison, Zhou You's stick techniques seem a bit childish.

He held a wooden stick in his hand and whipped the rape flowers like a naughty boy, wantonly and without any sense of tension or solemnity.

Many people looked at his appearance and recalled their childhood when they picked up a stick at sunset and treated it as a treasure. On the way home, all the weeds, wild flowers, wild cats and dogs suffered and were hit a few times.

For every teenager, the most precious toy in life is a wooden stick picked up on the roadside.

"The innocence of children can also be incorporated into the art of weapons. Very clever!"

Ming Qiuniu's bronze sword technique is obviously the work of a famous master with a long history. The sword technique is strict and regular, with both water-tight defense and all-pervasive attack and killing.

However, he couldn't gain any advantage against Zhou You's stick skills.

The stick technique...is a random hit, and it has only been perfected today. It looks messy, but in fact there is no gap.

Occasionally Zhou You would throw his stick, which was like a stroke of genius, and startled Ming Qiu Niu so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and had to use all his strength to stop it.

On the other hand, the fierce killing move he had been planning for a long time was easily intercepted by the opponent's casual attack, and he was able to take the opportunity to counterattack.

"The soul-drawing bronze knife will scatter the soul."

Suddenly, Ming Qiu swung his knife aside, and with a sinister aura and the howling of ghosts and wolves, he had already used his ultimate move.

All he could hear was the eerie atmosphere like a prison, and the flashes of swords were like hungry and crazy ghosts devouring Zhou You's blood and mind.

That despairing aura seemed to pull his soul out of his body; it was extremely terrifying.

"Ancient witchcraft, this is an ancient witchcraft."

Cries of surprise were heard among the crowd of warriors, and many of them recalled the secret stories passed down by their sects. It was said that the ancient wizards mastered magical and mysterious secret techniques, just like the secret techniques of all craftsmen. They were independent of boxing and martial arts, and possessed unimaginable lethality.

Ming Qiuniu was born into a prominent family of witches. The swordsmanship he displayed at this moment was exactly the legendary ancient witchcraft.

Even the onlookers standing in the audience felt dizzy and almost lost their balance when they saw the soul-sucking sword light.

Many wizard masters under the totem banner also activated their totems to resist the aftermath.

"The stick of pure sincerity that beats the child in chaos."

Zhou You threw the wooden stick up, spun it around his neck, and when it fell, it hit the bronze blade.

On the dark and stormy arena, the source of all the ghostly howls and wolves' cries, the ancient bronze knife was hit by a wooden stick, and the soul-sucking knife light instantly disintegrated.

With a clanging sound, Mingqiu's mouth was cracked by the huge force, his wrist trembled, and he couldn't help but let go of the bronze knife.

A bronze knife stretched out from the wooden stick and flew into Zhou You's hand.

He held the bronze knife in his hand and turned the blade towards Mingqiu. "Wizard, let me broaden your horizons. Is this how you use a knife?"

What, he is not only good at single-handed fighting, but also good at swordsmanship?
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Zhou Youping raised the bronze knife, tiger stripes appeared on his face, and the next moment the colorful shadow of a tiger rose behind him, and hidden in the vagueness was a pair of... horns.

"Bull and tiger power."

Many disciples of the Daqian Martial Arts School had seen Zuo Lu practice it before, and were surprised to think that the school master also performed this secret technique.

Zuo Lu's face was solemn and his eyes were full of shock. He was the only one who noticed it.

"No, it's definitely not the power of an ox or tiger. The owner of the hall uses the power of nine oxen and two tigers."

Only a brave general like Yan Baihu is qualified to explore the mysteries of this supreme skill of Dayin Mountain. Suddenly, he remembered that the ancestor of Tiger Fist, Tiger Corpse, had met the owner of the hall once, and perhaps he taught it at that time.

How powerful is the power of nine oxen and two tigers combined with Dayinshan's unique swordsmanship?

A thunderbolt came down from the sky, and that thunderbolt was exactly the light of a knife, which directly covered the position where Ming Qiuniu was, and pushed the dazzling white light over.

The entire arena was split in half, and endless sword lights, amid the tumbling and roaring sounds of tiger and ox shadows, penetrated into the rear of the witch tribe, hitting the totem flags one by one, causing them to flutter in the wind.

"How is it possible to have such a knife skill?"

A wizard's eyes were bleeding from the wind from the sword. "I've seen the sword skills of Dayin Mountain before, but they are not as powerful as this."

He has the combat power of a second-rate genius, but he is not even qualified to take a look.

Subconsciously, I wanted to grab my companion next to me to get a positive answer, but in the end I only got a broken arm.

It turned out that his companion was unlucky. He was standing in the center line of the sword light and was directly torn into pieces by the powerful sword light, leaving no trace of his body.

For a time, the witch tribe was affected and people were thrown to the ground in a miserable state.

If this is the case for the bystanders, what about Ming Qiu Niu, who is the first to be affected?
In the majestic sword light, Ming Qiuniu's back was looming. He held his waist with both hands, "Witch, when a person enters the world, he becomes a witch?"

"The heaven and earth accommodate people, just like the sea accommodates water. I, Wu Ren, was born as a child of heaven and earth."

"Zhou You, your sword skills can't kill me."

As he activated the seal characters on his body, these characters, which were perfected and developed based on the totem system, exerted their power.

Zhou You saw at a glance that the shape of this character was one of the variants of the character "武". This structure focused on the coexistence of man and heaven and earth, and was used to interpret the meaning of 武.

After Ming Qiu activated the seal script, he merged with the heaven and earth of this space and withstood the blow wielded by the powerful force of Nine Oxen and Two Tigers.

This sword is extremely powerful and cannot be blocked by a flesh and blood body. Only the strong are qualified to withstand it head on.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Zhou You had an advanced knowledge of seal characters and the professional skills of a tattoo artist. He could tell at a glance that the seal characters on his body were not repaired very well.

He immediately turned the knife and pointed it at Ming Qiu.

After the scream!
All the amulets and other secret treasures on Ming Qiu Mang's body were activated at the same time, countless lights lit up and extinguished, and under the impact of the sword light, they flew farther and farther until they disappeared at the end of the sky.

"These RMB players really deserve a beating."

Although Ming Qiumang is not as good as Zhu Qinghua, the equipment on him is enough for him to withstand the damage from the first level of Qiangwu.

Even though Zhou You cut off the skin with the seal script birthmark on his body, under the deadly danger, the secret treasure on the opponent's body was activated, and layer upon layer of defense was added to weaken the power of the sword.

There was nothing we could do, he still managed to escape!

Zhou You considered that if he did not care about exposing his trump card and used the realm of Infant Phoenix Swallowing Dragon Art, he could kill Ming Qiumang.

He just felt sorry that it was not fatal. Ming Qiuniu was seriously injured and only half alive. He was so terrified that he couldn't control himself.

The wound on his waist was as big as a bowl, and all the skin and flesh had been gouged out. On both sides, the witch followers were desperately pouring insect powder on him to stop the bleeding and grow new flesh.

In the blink of an eye, the wound recovered as before, but the surface was smooth and delicate, and there was no trace of the seal script.

"God damn it, how is this possible?"

Ming Qiuniu's greatest pride in his life is this birthmark, a birthmark with seal characters that he was born with. After being repaired and improved by the witch, it has become part of his flesh and blood soul. Even if his skin is peeled off and his flesh is shaved off, the seal characters will automatically emerge after healing.

(End of this chapter)