"Master Hou, do you really want to fight?" Ye Chuan asked.
Hou Yuanchang had already gone berserk, but he was still smiling like an outsider, looking leisurely and contented.
"Fight until death, boy, come on!"
Hou Yuanchang was furious, and took another step forward. The nine-ring sword in his hand kept trembling, preparing for a fatal blow, "Come on, boy, let me show you what the ultimate kill of the Tianyao Sect is. Today, I only use one With my hands, I can crush you to death like an ant with three moves!"
"Is it okay not to fight?"
Ye Chuan stood still, his tone gentle and seemed to be begging for mercy.
"Yes, yes, don't fight, don't fight."
Fatty Zhao Dazhi nodded hurriedly and held Ye Chuan tightly to prevent him from going into battle.
This battle must not be fought. Once it starts, everything will be over!
"Boy, if you have the guts, stand up and take action!"
Hou Yuanchang's voice was hoarse. Looking at Ye Chuan who was standing still and refusing to fight, he felt like he didn't know what to do and was in a hurry. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. Over and over again, the shouts and shouts of killing were thundering but not raining, and the breath was already weakened by three points.
The two of them agreed on the outcome. This was a martial arts contest. Even if Ye Chuan was cut in half with one knife, he would still be able to evade the blame from the top of the Tianyao Sect afterwards. But Ye Chuan stood motionless and rushed forward to kill him with a knife. His nature had changed, and his father could not protect him!
Hou Yuanchang returned to anger, but he still felt clear in his heart that he had not completely lost his mind, but kept provoking Ye Chuan to end.
"There is an old saying since ancient times, a gentleman talks but does not use his hands. If he can do it, he should not shout and kill. This is a sign of barbarism and vulgarity." Ye Chuan smiled and looked at the anxious Hou Yuanchang, wearing off his spirit, " Mr. Marquis, how about we sit down and have a cup of tea, play a game of chess, and decide the outcome of the chess game, what do you think?"
"You..., what the hell are you talking about! Boy, are all the people from the Yunwu Sect so useless? Are they all such rubbish?"
Hou Yuanchang was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He stood up and waited for a long time. Finally, he drank tea and played chess to settle the matter. What kind of joke is this? Do you want to hang out in the Tianyao Sect again
"What did you say?" Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes.
"Fuck you, you kid is rubbish, the entire Yunwu Sect is rubbish!"
Hou Yuanchang was really mad and yelled, "Come on, stand up and fight if you can. Mr. Hou, I will only use one hand to give you three moves, no, I will give you six moves. I can't kill you. I am not named Hou!" "
"Okay, as you wish, I'll give you two hands and ten moves." Ye Chuan said calmly and walked out.
Inside and outside the courtyard, the people watching the excitement were all stunned.
Give up one hand, that's a big deal, give up two hands, what's going on
How can you kill someone if you can't move your hands? Kick with your feet
Seeing Ye Chuan standing up to challenge, the disciples of the Tianyao Sect and the servants were stunned for a moment.
"Senior Brother, no, Senior Brother..." The fat man chased after him worriedly, trying to prevent Ye Chuan from ending.
"Fat man, by the way, do you have so little confidence in senior brother?" Ye Chuan smiled and stretched out his hand to push the fat man away. Then, he put his hands behind his back to indicate that he would not do anything. He looked at Hou Yuanchang and said, "Master Hou, let me tell you one last time, can we not fight? In terms of seniority, I am your uncle. It is always a bit uncomfortable to use the big one to suppress the small ones." It’s appropriate. If you win, you won’t win with force, and if I kill you, it won’t be easy to explain to your father.”
"Hahaha, okay, okay, uncle, come and kill me. With so many people watching, if you really want to kill me, I am useless!"
Hou Yuanchang's face was ferocious. Before he could finish speaking, he rushed up and slashed at Ye Chuan's neck with a sharp knife. The force was strong and it made a whirring sound. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and he couldn't wait for it!
"The first move."
Ye Chuan's voice sounded faintly, and when the Nine-ring Saber was about to cut his neck, he floated lightly to the side, avoiding Hou Yuanchang's heavy blow.
"Huh… "
Hou Yuanchang was a little unprepared. He didn't expect Ye Chuan to be so fast. With a cold expression on his face, he chased after Ye Chuan and launched a fierce attack. The moves became faster and faster, and the force became stronger and stronger. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with daggers. The fallen leaves in the yard were swept up into the air, and then split in half by the sharp sword light. Immediately afterwards, the light of the knife flashed, and one fallen leaf turned into four small ones... getting smaller and smaller.
Demon knife!
Hou Yuanchang looks like a human and a monkey, and his attire is neither fish nor fowl, but he has practiced the demon sword skill well, and he can use it with great power, showing the power of this Tianyao Sect skill. Under the shroud of his sword light, not to mention a fallen leaf, even a mosquito would be cut in half. However, Ye Chuan was not injured at all and could walk freely among the crisscrossing blades, and faint sounds sounded one after another.
"Second move!"
"The third move!"
…
Ye Chuan's voice came one after another.
The onlookers were surprised, with expressions of disbelief on their faces, as were Fatty and Protector Yang Tiankuang.
Ye Chuan... really did it? Not only did he take the initiative to put his hands behind his back and stay still, but he also asked Hou Yuanchang to do ten moves
Everyone's eyes widened and they rubbed their eyes from time to time, feeling a little weird.
In the Tianyao Sect where there are many masters, Hou Yuanchang is not a master, but he is still an elite fifth-level monk among the younger generation, but Ye Chuan is only a second-level monk. How did he do it
In the eyes of others, Ye Chuan's steps were very casual, but he cleverly avoided Hou Yuanchang's attacks every time. The latter's attack was fierce, like the tide of the sea, one wave after another, and he had mastered the magic sword in his hand. Outside, even a master of the seventh level of monks would not be so easy under Hou Yuanchang's sword. However, to Ye Chuan, this was not a big deal.
Today, the Tianyao Sect is as powerful as a rainbow and aspires to be the number one sect in the world. Looking at the world, it not only has a long heritage, but also has many lore passed down from generation to generation. It is these many lore that have given birth to generations of sects who dominate the world. master. But what few people know is that many of the techniques passed down from generation to generation were passed down from generation to generation by Ye Chuan to the Blue-Eyed Demon Queen, who then passed them on to the first generation disciples of the Tianyao Sect. Among them, there is the demon sword that makes many enemies of the Heavenly Demon Sect fearful.
Hou Yuanchang practiced the demon sword skill very well, but it was a pity that with a deflection of his blade, a slight sway of his body, or even just a look, Ye Chuan knew what he was going to do next, and he could dodge with ease. Even if Hou Yuanchang practiced for another hundred or thousand years, his attainments in the ultimate killing skill of Demon Sword would be far below Ye Chuan's.
"The tenth move, okay, the time is up, Lord Marquis, lie down."
Among the criss-crossing sword lights, Ye Chuan's voice came again, and soon after, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a small sword light flashed in the air. Then, Hou Yuanchang, who was attacking like a wave, suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his throat, and wisps of blood seeped out from between his fingers.
A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, but it has not been said that a gentleman cannot kill people. Even if he uses his mouth, he will die!
When Hou Yuanchang was unprepared, Ye Chuan opened his mouth and sprayed out the blade hidden in his mouth, killing him with one blow! The demon sword passed down from generation to generation by the Tianyao Sect is extensive and profound, while the Cunmang passed down by the Ghost Hand Medicine King of the Yunwu Sect is much simpler, but even more deadly!
"Boy, you..., you..."
Hou Yuanchang raised his bloody right hand and pointed at Ye Chuan. He wanted to say something, but he could never say it out. He tilted his head to one side and remained silent. Someone quickly stepped forward and took away the other hand that was covering his throat. They were shocked to find that his throat had been cut off, and only a thin layer of skin was left connecting his head and torso. Even if there was a legendary Even the elixir can't save the day.
What a powerful killing move!
The disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect who were watching were all shocked.
The Cunmang technique is inherently astonishing in terms of explosive power. What is important is to explode all the power within a short distance. The three sky-swallowing talismans are activated together, and 54,000 kilograms of power burst out in an instant and are blessed on the small blade. Not to mention Hou Yuanchang, even the neck of a giant war elephant couldn't bear it!
"Hey, I told you a long time ago, just drink tea and play chess. Why bother if you have to fight to the death!"
Ye Chuan shook his head, turned around and walked away, leaving everyone with shocked faces.