Danger! Danger! Danger!
A strong and exciting signal seemed to ring in Ouyang Ming's mind, and all the changes indicated one thing.
Yan Haobo's knife was extremely dangerous. Not only had it threatened his life, but it was even more likely to cut him in two.
Without thinking, Ouyang Ming no longer cared about any flaws or attacks. The purple light in his mind instantly erupted with unimaginable light, and at the core of that light, there was something fluctuating, as if it was about to come out of its shell.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Ming could no longer care about this strange phenomenon. He leaned back and jumped back with all his strength. Almost at the same time, his wrist shook and he threw the sword as a hidden weapon. As long as Yan Haobo can be hindered slightly, he will be able to escape from danger.
In fact, he still has a choice, that is, stab him with the same knife, and a white knife goes in and a red knife comes out.
But he wasn't really an idiot and died together with Yan Haobo? How stupid does it take for someone to make such a choice
"Ding… "
The sword in Yan Haobo's hand flashed, and he immediately blocked the flying saber. But his own speed did not delay at all, and he still rushed forward in hot pursuit.
The sword's light was dazzling and its evil aura soared to the sky.
However, just when it seemed like he was on the line between life and death, Ouyang Ming suddenly calmed down completely.
Although the purple light is cold, it has an absolutely calming effect, especially at this time, it becomes more and more obvious.
What makes Ouyang Ming feel strange is that at this time, when he is completely calm, he no longer feels the slightest fear of the terrifying light of the sword that is about to fall.
His whole body seemed to be in an extremely strange state.
"Snapped!"
Deep in my mind, something seemed to be breaking apart, and a new, unfamiliar yet familiar force was about to move.
"Step aside!"
This was an idea that suddenly came to Ouyang Ming's mind. Then, his body twisted in such an incredible way, and he nimbly dodged in the fierce light of the sword.
In an instant, all the light converged. Yan Haobo held a saber and looked at Ouyang Ming with a look of shock and confusion.
Of course, he couldn't really hurt Ouyang Ming's life. The saber that seemed to explode with full force actually left some room. As long as he gets slightly closer to Ouyang Ming's body, he will stop suddenly.
However, what Yan Haobo didn't expect was that just when he thought he had completely controlled the situation and Ouyang Ming could no longer avoid it, this guy made a miraculous slip and watched him slip out of the knife. within the range of light.
What's even weirder is that Ouyang Ming's movement to escape didn't look like he was avoiding it. Instead, it looked like an invisible hand grabbed his body and dragged him out of the scope of the sword's light. .
This strange situation happened before his eyes, which actually gave him a creepy feeling out of thin air.
Ouyang Ming stood still at a distance, the sense of crisis receding like a tide.
He took a deep breath and suddenly felt dizzy in his head, almost collapsing to the ground.
However, Ouyang Ming had been practicing martial arts for a while. Not only did he have a strong body, but his mental will was also fully tempered. He gritted his teeth and overcame the dizziness.
"Master Ou, you have great skills!" Yan Haobo calmed down and said sincerely: "With your performance, you can go through the dense forest."
He only talked about performance, but never mentioned cultivation.
Ouyang Ming forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Yan Huochang, for your advice."
Yan Haobo's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself, I'm just giving you shit, but if you were to give me some pointers, I'd be fine.
Everyone witnessed the fight just now with their own eyes. In the end, Yan Haobo was able to kill everyone with great momentum, but he actually achieved it by using unreasonable and lose-lose methods. When it comes to his understanding of moves, he is far inferior to Ouyang Ming. Thinking of this, Sui and Zhi all felt a little resentful.
With a slight cough, Yan Haobo quickly said: "Master Ou, in three days, it will be my fire team's turn to go hunting in the forest. If it is convenient for you, how about we go with you?"
Ouyang Ming perked up and said, "Okay, this will save you all the trouble."
Yan Haobo and the other two left angrily. After returning to Xiying, Yan Haobo suddenly asked: "Brother, did he really practice martial arts only three months ago?"
Sui Hezhi smiled bitterly and said, "This is what Captain Liu said himself. Why did I lie to you?" He shook his head and said, "Actually, I don't really believe it either."
Yan Haobo pondered for a moment and finally said: "It turns out that there are really such geniuses in this world. I originally thought that the legend was false, but now it seems that it is somewhat credible."
Sui Hezhi asked in surprise: "What legend?"
Yan Haobo glanced around and whispered: "I heard that the general's son is also an unparalleled genius. At the age of twelve, he was able to compete with the general without falling behind. Now more than ten years have passed, and I don't know. It’s really exciting to see how far we have progressed.”
Sui Hezhi was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He said in disbelief: "Twelve years old?"
Yan Haobo smiled and said: "I thought it was a rumor before, but after meeting Master Ou, I realized that there are always some geniuses in this world, and they are not what you and I can imagine."
Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai looked at each other, speechless for a long time.
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After Ouyang Ming saw off the three of them, he immediately returned to the room. He didn't even take off his clothes. He just lay down on the bed. As soon as he closed his eyes, he was already so sleepy that he didn't know day and night.
Although the discussion with Yan Haobo and others consumed a lot of energy, the loss was by no means so great. However, when he finally dodged the knife, something happened to him and he ended up like this.
After three hours, Ouyang Ming woke up faintly.
He shook his head, which still had a headache. Although he was still a little uncomfortable, his mental state was much better at the moment.
Ouyang Ming sat on the bed and thought for a while, ate some snacks to fill his stomach, and began to think involuntarily in his mind.
The biggest gain from the battle with Yan Haobo was that he understood one thing.
The realm of cultivation is the most reliable thing for a warrior.
Although he has the special power of the purple light group, he can win by cleverness in battle. However, when the enemy's martial arts realm far exceeds your own, and when the enemy is overwhelming with powerful strength and speed, any so-called skills are useless.
Just like Yan Haobo's last sword, it was fierce and fierce, and filled the sky with evil energy.
Of course, thinking about it at this moment, he already understood the reality of this sword, and knew that even if he didn't dodge, it would not cause him the slightest harm. But the impression left by that knife was so profound that he might not be able to erase it for a long time.
Under such an extreme blow, even the purple light consciousness cannot find a way to break it, and it seems that it can only wait and die.
Well, at most, the best thing to do is to rush in and fight for both sides, and that is already the best ending.
However, this is definitely not the choice Ouyang Ming wants to make.
What the martial arts realm represents is absolute power and speed. If you punch it out, it can destroy a city-state, and if you slash it with a sword, it can cut open the earth. No matter how sophisticated the technique is, it cannot compete with it.
Ouyang Ming's fists slowly clenched. He had made up his mind to improve his martial arts realm as soon as possible.
Only with sufficient strength can you ensure your own safety. At this point, he will never slack off.
However, a question suddenly came to my mind, what was the power that finally got me out of danger? This magical power should have been born from the mind, and it staged a drama of escaping from death at a critical moment.
He slowly closed his eyes and gradually concentrated his mental consciousness.
The next moment, he immediately discovered something strange inside his body. In the middle of his head, between the eyes, there was a deep and bottomless acupuncture point.
And in this acupoint, a bit of brilliance is faintly visible. Ouyang Ming was slightly startled. This situation seemed to be somewhat similar to his Dantian.
The next moment, he immediately knew what kind of power had saved him from the sword light just now.
Spiritual power, this is what the old craftsman said, his unique spiritual power.
However, before today, although the spiritual power could play a small role in the use of weapons, that was all. Other than that, he couldn't feel the existence of this power at all.
But now, under the pressure of life and death from that knife, his spiritual power combined with the purple light finally underwent a qualitative change. From intangible to tangible, it is an incredible progress.
Carefully sensing the light spots in the acupoints, Ouyang Ming felt extremely excited.
Although he doesn't know how to use this power at all, he understands that if this power is used at a critical moment, it will definitely be his biggest trump card.
Since it can drag its body away from danger areas, can it also be used to attack enemies
If you are caught off guard and the enemy you are fighting against is suddenly attacked by this kind of power... the scene will definitely make people look forward to and fascinated by it.
After a long time, Ouyang Ming finally calmed down his wild thoughts, and he couldn't help but start thinking about how to use his spiritual power.
However, what disappointed him was that this spiritual power was far from being as flexible and useful as he had imagined, and was even far inferior to the ability to use his arms and fingers like his true energy. They are hidden in the apertures between the eyebrows, just like dormant tortoises that have been sleeping for thousands of years. No matter how much you call, you can't resonate with them.
If he hadn't sensed their existence for sure, Ouyang Ming would have really thought that this was his hallucination.
Taking a long breath, Ouyang Ming felt that he should ask someone for advice. This was far better than just wondering on his own.