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The Lord of Prison Punishment showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Nie Yun deeply. Nie Yun frowned slightly, very uncomfortable.
"From what you just said, it is enough to show that you have regarded yourself as a member of the punishment. In that case, you come with me." The prisoner turned and headed downstairs.
In a moment, Nie Yun followed the prisoner to the living room.
Nie Yun was puzzled, and tried to ask: "The prisoner wants me to drink tea with you again? Can you change the day? After all, I have to go now, otherwise Xue Ling will be suspicious."
"Don't worry, it won't delay you much time." The prisoner stood in the middle of the living room and looked around. The next moment his body shook, the wind swelled all over his body, and the white robe on his body was windless.
"Pap, papa..."
The powerful internal force radiated from the body, spreading around the prisoner as the center. So that the sofa and murderous in the center of the living room were all swept to the corner. Even Nie Yun was shaken back several steps by this powerful internal force.
Nie Yun, who stabilized his figure, looked at the center of the living room, except for the prisoner, empty for a while. I immediately admired: "I can't think of the prisoner's inner strength so deep. Before I met the prisoner, I felt that my inner strength was unparalleled in the world, and now it seems that the difference is too far."
"Actually, your internal strength is not bad. It's just that I have practiced for decades than you. Naturally, the internal strength is stronger than you. And..." The prisoner here took a deep look at Nie Yun, and then sighed. Then said: "Now show all your martial arts killing skills."
"Uh." Nie Yun was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
The prisoner was expressionless, and looked at Nie Yun without anger and majesty: "Remember, you are now the prisoner, and I am the prisoner. To me, you can only obey, in addition to obedience or obedience, there is no way you can say no. may."
Nie Yun met the deep gaze of the prisoner, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, prisoner."
In fact, Nie Yun has no choice now. After all, he is not the opponent of the prisoner at all. It is easy for someone to kill himself, and he can't understand his killing skills. So let yourself show martial arts killing skills, there must be something else.
Nie Yun walked to the center of the living room, looked at the prisoner, and said: "My master taught me since I was a child that there is no trick to win. So I don't have a specific way of martial arts, what I learn is strength and speed, and know the world martial arts. His approach is to know oneself and the enemy. But I have three unique skills. One is to chase the soul, the other is to listen to energy, and the third is to control the blade."
A smile appeared at the corner of the prisoner's mouth, and he whispered to himself: "It's really the same, but it's a pity that it doesn't have the essence."
Nie Yun listened to the prisoner's muttering, and couldn't help asking: "What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing!" As the prisoner spoke, he hooked his finger to Nie Yun: "Use your stunts to do your best."
"Uh." Nie Yun was stunned: "I don't know how to do death-seeking things."
"Relax, I will redeem you for your innocence." The prisoner's voice was calm and calm: "I only use five levels of skill and one hand to deal with you. If you can persist undefeated for five minutes, I will give you a gift. "
"Heh." Nie Yun was a little funny, looking at the prisoner: "Your strength is really strong. But if you use only five layers of skill and one hand with my stunts, you will undoubtedly lose."
Nie Yun is very confident. After all, his soul chasing step is 20 meters per second, which is less than ten meters away from the prisoner. Then as long as he performs the soul chasing step, with the cooperation of the palm, he can definitely cut off the prisoner’s in half a second. Head.
"I hope you can hold on for five minutes." As the prisoner spoke, he carried one hand on his back, his eyes as deep as cold pools. The whole person looks quite imposing, giving people a sense of being calm and not easy to start with both offensive and defensive.
Looking at the prisoner, Nie Yun lowered his head slightly, secretly gathering luck in his right palm, forming a sharp blade, whose sharpness is comparable to that of a scalpel, and it is even better than that of a scalpel.
He said softly: "Offended!"
The sound falls, and the soul chasing step rushes straight toward the prison lord like a phantom, cutting through the air with the palm of the blade, and there is the sound of clank breaking the wind, coming towards the prison lord's head.
The prisoner's eyes flashed, and he secretly said in his heart: "I have the speed and momentum that I used to have." While speaking, one side of his body quickly flashed around behind Nie Yun.
At this moment, a drop of cold sweat appeared on Nie Yun's forehead, and immediately before he could turn around, he flashed forward and walked sideways. Escaped the attack launched by the prisoner. Although escaped, the prisoner did not give Nie Yun a chance to breathe. I saw him pounce on Nie Yun like a ghost.
"The speed of the fifth-level skill is comparable to mine, so isn't his tenth-level skill terrifyingly high." Nie Yun was secretly surprised.
Between lightning and flint, Nie Yun and the prisoner are in this living room. You defend and defend against me. In just two minutes, the two played against each other for no less than 30 rounds. It can be said that the speed is so fast that ordinary people can not imagine.
At this time, only two afterimages can be seen in the living room flashing back and forth. The sofas, coffee tables, and other things that were swept in the corner by the prisoner were almost all destroyed, and they were shattered by the sharp blades of the two. .
"You... how can you also handle the blade?" Nie Yun was horrified during the fight.
"This is not the time you should know."
The prison master struck Nie Yun's neck with a palm. Seeing this, Nie Yun didn't hesitate at all, he held his neck with his palm, and slashed his other hand against the prisoner's wrist. How easy was it for the prisoner to be hit by Nie Yun? He saw his right foot tilted toe, his heel slammed on the ground, and then quickly flashed back.
Nie Yun wanted to chase, but saw that the prisoner slapped him out of thin air. There was a "swish" among the electric lights and flint, and a cold light flashed in the living room. After that, countless crosses of cold light greeted the palm prints from the prisoner. The cross-hairs and palm prints collided in the air, and then they collided at the same time, finally becoming invisible.
The prisoner who watched this scene nodded and praised: "You have a good weapon, and it can break my open palm."
"Thank the prisoner for the compliment!" Nie Yun used the soul chasing step as he spoke. With the cooperation of the footwork, the cross sword swung again, and dozens of cold glows rushed over.
The prisoner smiled bitterly at this scene. Immediately exerting ten levels of strength, the body shook, and the powerful internal force shook away the cross cold light that Nie Yun waved away, making it disappear in the air. Even Nie Yun was shaken back several steps.
Nie Yun stabilized his figure, pointed his sword obliquely to the ground, and looked at the prisoner: "It hasn't been five minutes yet, you're gaffe!"
"Don't fight anymore." The prisoner shook his head: "After fighting like this, let alone five minutes, we will also decide the winner or lose in ten minutes. But it can be confirmed that your full strength is only half of me. Strength. And you have to use the sword in your hand."
Nie Yun sighed and looked at the cross sword in his hand: "I have a question, why do you know how to handle it? You must know that this stunt is not something anyone with a bit of internal power can transform into." Nie finished speaking. Yun, continued: "Also, just now I discovered that your footwork is very similar to mine. I don't know why this is? Have you ever had an unforgettable skill, now you learn it and sell it now?"
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ps: Sixth!