Death Reincarnation Game Chapter 735: The gap of five inches and seven minutes

bsp;Zhu Ersan and Zuo Hui passed by each other, and a cloud of blood flashed past.

At the same time, there was just a clang, as if something fell to the ground.

When the two of them stood up again, Zuo Hui looked at his body with an expression of disbelief and disbelief on his face.

I saw a blood hole two centimeters deep on the wrist of Zuo Hui's right hand, and the sword he held in his right hand also fell to the ground.

Zhu Twenty-san is still the same. He is holding the long iron drill in his hand, and there are still a few drops of blood on the sharp edge of the front of the iron drill.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, not only Zuo Hui refused to believe it, but many people in the arena and the Yuwen family who were watching the battle stood up with expressions of disbelief.

No matter how you say it, Zuo Hui is also the number one disciple of his generation from the Puning Sword Sect. His internal strength is even stronger than that of Monk Gangmeng, and his swordsmanship is not much weaker than that of Monk Gangmeng, but unexpectedly That bad old man knocked the sword out of his hand with one move?

This was the first move between the two, but Zuo Hui had already injured his right hand holding the sword, and the weapon was shot to the ground.

How is this possible?

At this time, Zhu Ersan was holding an iron drill in his hand, looking at Zuo Hui, shaking his head constantly, and said: "I have said before, your kung fu is still one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two centimeters behind me. Can you beat me?" If you have a good chance, go ahead."

After hearing this, Zuo Hui's face suddenly turned red.

He was originally going to kill Su Peng in today's gambling battle and become famous in the world, but this bad old man jumped out of nowhere and knocked the sword out of his hand with one move. The most shocking thing about injuring his right hand is that Zuo Hui still doesn't know how the other party did it.

Zuo Hui's own martial arts skills are probably comparable to or even more powerful than the top ten swords in Jianghu, and his internal strength far exceeds the so-called top ten swords in Jianghu. But at this time, he can't even beat a single move of a bad old man. . Zuo Hui couldn't believe this at all.

His face turned as red as pig liver. Suddenly, he shouted and stretched out his left hand. The sword on the ground seemed to have sensed and flew directly from the ground into Zuo Hui's left hand.

Many people watching the battle cheered. This move is similar to Dakong Temple's dragon-capturing hand, which is purely using internal force to roll up the sword on the ground.

Zuo Hui concentrated all his energy and all his inner strength on this sword, and wanted to make a killing move in the Puning Sword Sect's swordsmanship... the non-return swordsmanship!

This non-returning sword technique only has one move, which is to use a special method. Concentrate all your inner strength into one strike, and there is only one move for all the moves. If you strike out, you will definitely kill, and there will be no return!

This killer move was ready to go. Finally, Zuo Hui made his move!

Zhu Ersan's pupils changed slightly when he saw Zuo Hui like this. He muttered in a low voice: "One foot, seven inches and three points." At the same time, his body suddenly took half a step forward, and at the same time, he thrust out the iron drill in his hand.

The half-step taken by Zhu Twenty-san was extremely clever, and the value of position calculation was not bad at all. It was one foot seven inches and three points, and at the same time, the iron drill in his hand also struck a position.

Almost as soon as Zuo Hui drew his sword, he found that Zhu Ersan's iron drill had already stabbed out. Waiting at a position that the trajectory of his sword must pass through.

"Poof!"

There was another sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the muscle. Zuo Hui's non-return sword technique was less than a third of the way out when he felt pain in his left wrist and could no longer hold the sword.

"Cang!"

The sword fell to the ground again

Blood splattered, and Zuo Hui stumbled out without his sword for several steps before he seemed to realize what he was doing and turned back. He looked at his wrist in disbelief, and then looked at Zhu Twenty-san.

I saw that Zuo Hui’s left wrist was almost pierced. A **** hole as thick as an iron drill and two centimeters in diameter was stabbed!

Zhu Ersan still looked like that, shaking his head and saying: "One foot, seven inches, three minutes and two centimeters, there is such a big gap between your and my martial arts. Things that are not yours are not yours after all. Young man, you still There's a long way to go."

Hearing this, Zuo Hui seemed a little stunned, as if he had not yet woken up from the shock of this reality.

Zuo Hui, who was originally the proud son of heaven, had a dream of killing Su Peng and becoming famous in one battle. However, reality slapped him mercilessly.

Not to mention Su Peng, even in front of a bad old man sent by Su Peng who was unknown in the world, Zuo Hui couldn't stand two moves. He used his sword twice and was knocked down twice, and he was injured. Both hands and wrists, the gap and blow were too big for Zuo Hui.

At this moment, he felt that everyone on the entire martial arts stage was pointing at him, laughing at himself, laughing at himself for being arrogant, laughing at himself like a frog in a well, laughing at himself for not overestimating his own abilities. In an instant, he seemed to feel that the whole world was being distorted, and his proud heart was torn into pieces.

As a result, Zuo Hui's face turned as red as blood. At this time, his face was extremely red with embarrassment. He felt as if he was ashamed. He just heard him yell, his face flushed, and he didn't look back. Just run towards the direction of the martial arts ladder.

Everyone on the field was shocked by Zuo Hui's reaction. They saw Zuo Hui running down the martial arts ladder and quickly disappeared.

"This...could it be that this person felt too ashamed and had no face to see others, so he ran away by himself?"

Beside Su Peng, Guo Lei looked at Zuo Hui who had run away and asked Su Peng.

Su Peng saw it, nodded, and said: "Maybe... maybe his self-esteem is too strong and he cannot accept the reality."

After saying this, Su Peng stood up, looked at Yuwen Wuji over there, and shouted to Yuwen Wuji: "People of the Yuwen family, this is considered a victory for us, right?"

Most of the people in the Yuwen family looked very ugly, but Yuwen Wuji had no expression on his face. He stood up and said, "Mr. Su, I don't know where you got it from. The arrival of such a strange and powerful expert is a miscalculation of our Yuwen family. We surrendered in this round."

"Okay!"

After listening to Yuwen Wuji's words, Su Peng turned to look at Zhu Ersan on the stage, cheered loudly, and clapped. Only then did the people around Su Peng react and cheer together.

At this time, Luo Xiaosheng's Ming Jin voice also sounded, and Luo Xiaosheng announced: "Su Peng will win this game!"

"People from Su Peng's side. Can we still fight?" Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiaosheng asked Zhu Ersan on the stage.

"I just ate thirty-five bamboo worms and drank four gulps of water. Even though I am already eighty-nine and seventy-two years old, I can still fight ninety-nine and eighty-one moves!" ”

Zhu Twenty-san on the stage turned around and said to Luo Xiaosheng.

Luo Xiaosheng was stunned when he heard this, but he immediately realized that this was just a special way of rhetoric. He nodded and said: "The Yuwen family, will you continue to send people to the stage?"

"I'm here to fight you!"

In the direction of Yuwen's house, another person stood up. This person took two quick steps and walked to a place three or four meters away from the ring. Suddenly, he seemed to be lifted three times in the air, flying eight or nine meters, and landed near the center of the ring.

"What a handsome Qinggong!"

Seeing the way this person came on stage, the crowd of spectators immediately shouted "Hello".

The person who jumped onto the stage was a man about sixty years old. A slender old man in gray clothes.

"Isn't this Yan Ming, the elder of the execution hall of the Martial Arts Sword Pavilion? He also ended up personally?"

"It's Jin Ming! Yan Ming, the Blood King of Hell from the Martial Arts Sword Pavilion!"

Many people in the stands knew the person who just came on stage. It seemed that this person was very famous.

Sun Yi? Standing next to Su Peng, he saw Yan Ming coming on stage and said to Su Peng: "This man's name is Yan Ming. He is the elder of the punishment hall of the martial arts sword pavilion. He has hunted down many unscrupulous disciples of the martial arts sword pavilion. Whenever he hunts down those disciples who are disloyal to the Puning Sword Sect or commit crimes and enemies in the world, he likes to stab the person with countless swords and let the blood of those who fight him flow out, so he will die. Known as the Blood King."

Su Peng frowned slightly when he heard this.

People in the Jianghu community are bound to take action, and killing is common, but killing is due to competition and cruelty. These are two different things. Su Peng couldn't help but feel very unhappy when he heard that what the Blood King of Hell did was somewhat similar to what those people from the True God Sect did.

Sun Yi? His voice was neither too loud nor too soft. It's a normal sound, and this is also explained to the people around Su Peng.

What Su Peng and Sun Yi? didn’t notice was that Zhu Ersan on the stage, his ears twitched a few times when Sun Yi? was speaking...

"Well, old man, you seem to have some ability. You just said that the gap in martial arts between Zuo Hui and you is one foot, seven inches, three minutes and two centimeters. Then look at it, the gap in martial arts between you and me is How much? ”

After Elder Yan Ming came to the stage, he did not draw his sword first, but looked at Zhu Twenty-three and asked.

Hearing this, Zhu Ersan seemed to look at Yan Ming seriously, glanced up and down, muttered something silently, and finally said: "You are a little better than the person just now, he is one foot, seven inches and three inches behind me. Two centimeters, you are only five inches and seven cents away from me."

"Humph! You are still addicted to pretending to be mysterious!" After hearing this, Yan Ming snorted coldly. He looked at Zhu Ersan with an evil look and said: "What I hate most in my life is people pretending to be mysterious and mysterious, five-inch three Points? Okay! I will stab you fifty-seven times, and then we will see if you are stubborn!"

As he spoke, Yan Mingqiang pulled out his sword with a loud sound and said: "Let's start this round!"

"Dang!" As soon as Yan Ming finished speaking, Luo Xiaosheng in the audience had already rang the bell.

Without saying a word, Yan Ming suddenly moved his body and stabbed Zhu Twenty-san with his sword.

Su Peng looked at it below and couldn't help but feel slightly worried. This Yan Ming's movement seemed to be a level stronger than Zuo Hui just now. Can Zhu Twenty-san be able to handle it?

However, the changes on the field immediately made Su Peng's heart drop.

I saw Zhu Ersan again using his extremely precise steps that seemed to be calculated, and took a step back. At the same time, without moving his hand, the iron drill in his hand was thrust out.

"Poof!" The sound of a sharp blade piercing the body sounded. I don't know who it was, but it was hit by another sword...

PS: Sorry for the coast, there may only be one update today.

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I hope everyone will understand that Coast guarantees that updates will not be interrupted, but only one chapter can be updated in the past few days.

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