In Wei Ji's hand, there is a pair of short halberds. His short halberd is a first-grade treasure, priceless!
He said proudly: "I will use the 'Sea Halberd Splitting Technique' today to take your head off your neck!"
"Sea Halberd Splitting Technique? This person's surname is Wei. Could it be that he is a descendant of the Wei family who dominates the Western Sea in the far west?" Someone exclaimed, "The Wei family is the number one golden family!"
After hearing this, those who bet on Ye Ming to win became worried.
Ye Ming shook up the sword in his hand and said lightly: "Hey, don't blow it now, let's finish the fight."
"die!"
The guard halberd struck with a halberd. The movement was not fast, but it contained powerful strength.
Ye Ming naturally saw what the other party was planning. The degree of control of Gang Jin by a warrior who practiced Gang Rusi was almost as meticulous as Ming Jin's level. He did not dare to be careless, and immediately used the Liangyi sword technique, and a cold sword light greeted him.
The swords and halberds connected, Ye Ming felt countless needle-like sharp energies rushing into the sword in his hand, trying to break through his defense along his arm. However, his precise control over Yuan Jin was far superior to that of his opponent.
The sword swayed slightly, and he instantly used twelve changes of three types of Yuan Jin to easily remove the opponent's Gang Jin. Moreover, the sword light surged, Yuan Jin generated the talisman, and in an instant, a small yin-yang killing array was formed, trapping the opponent.
The first blow failed to produce the expected effect, and Wei Ji was shocked. When Ye Ming released the killing array with his sword, he was even more shocked and screamed secretly. Seeing darkness in front of him, he quickly raised his halberd and danced wildly, slashing at the killing formation with all his strength.
At this moment, if Ye Ming adds a few more swords to further strengthen the killing formation, Wei Ji will definitely die. In martial arts, as long as the opponent is a little better than you, you will feel that there is no limit to how strong you are, and you will feel that you are out of reach. However, in order to keep the odds from being too low in tomorrow's third game, he had no choice but to let Wei Ji survive a few more moves.
After breaking Ye Ming's killing array with several consecutive blows, the guard halberd was ashamed and angry. With a roar, the power of the two halberds was doubled, and the sky was filled with light from the halberd.
Ye Ming's sword light was immediately compressed into a ball, like a flame in the wind, flickering on and off, as if it would go out at any time.
"Oops! Ye Ming is in danger!" Wang Yangding stood up nervously and clenched his fists tightly.
Luo Bingxian frowned and said, "After all, there is a gap of five realms, and the opponent is from the Golden Family. It will be too difficult to win against him."
"Don't forget, Ye Ming has challenged a martial artist before, and the 800,000 martial arts coins we borrowed were the huge reward he got that time." Murong Xuejiao was very calm, "Keep watching, he won't let him We are disappointed.”
The guard halberd was furious and struck repeatedly, while Ye Ming was dodging around, completely passive. But even so, the sword light was still rolling around and would not break.
"This man's swordsmanship is really amazing!"
A gambler exclaimed: "I feel that his swordsmanship has surpassed that of Dacheng."
Yuan Jindan, the deputy leader of the Black Dragon Regiment, smiled and said: "Captain, Wei Ji is going to win."
Ao Leng frowned and said: "Ye Ming's sword light is too tough, but Wei Ji just attacks fiercely, and he can't control the rhythm even when he has the upper hand."
Unconsciously, the two had fought more than a hundred moves, and Ye Ming was still at a disadvantage. After a fierce attack, Wei Ji's physical strength was exhausted and the attack slowed down.
But when his offensive slowed down a little, Ye Ming's sword light found its way in, like mercury, penetrating all the way. This is the magic of Yuan Jin creatures. The sword light instinctively attacks all the weaknesses of the opponent.
In an instant, the situation reversed, and the guard halberd was suppressed at once. The two halberds could not be used, and they could only resist Ye Ming's exquisite sword light with all their strength.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
The sword and the halberd collided countless times. With each blow, his silky strength not only failed to hurt Ye Ming, but was shaken by waves of strong or soft Yuan Jin, making his arms numb. Those Yuan Jin Jin penetrates all-pervasively, avoids it when it is strong, and breaks it when it is weak.
The strength of the battle between the two sides cannot be seen by the spectators. Only they know the specific situation in their own hearts. Ye Ming's control over Yuan Jin is exquisite, like a general commanding thousands of troops. He divides his troops into different places. He is extremely smart and has extraordinary wisdom.
Wei Ji can still maintain the situation on the surface, but only he knows the pain involved. Every sword strike by Ye Ming made him extremely uncomfortable. Even the changes in Yuan Jin between each sword and each sword formed a rhythm that drove him crazy, making it impossible for him to unleash his obviously stronger Gang Jin.
Two hundred moves later, Wei Ji's face was already sweating, and he even thought of taking the Violent Pill. But as soon as the idea came up, he immediately gave it up. In the Wei family, his qualifications were second only to those of the princes, how could he lose to a seventh-grade warrior
"I won't lose! Whale-killing method! Kill!"
His halberd technique changed, and the killing force swept across the ring and rushed towards Ye Ming.
Ye Ming's sword light has also changed, the sword speed is faster and the sword technique is more fierce. What was originally a loose ball of sword light suddenly turned into a thin black and white killing light, like a bolt of lightning. The sky seemed to brighten for a moment and then darken again.
"Yin and Yang cut off the dawn!" Ye Ming scolded lightly, and the light of the halberd disappeared immediately.
Wei Ji had a look of disbelief on his face. He looked at his chest and saw a deep wound that broke through his protective armor and penetrated his body.
"How...how is it possible..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his upper body hit the ground with a "plop!", but his lower body was still standing. Ye Ming cut him in half with one sword strike!
"What?" Ao Leng and the others stood up, their faces looking as ugly as possible. The audience was in an uproar, with some laughing and some sighing.
Bao Bufan laughed loudly and cheered loudly.
Wang Yangding smiled and said to Murong Xuejiao: "This time, we have already recovered our losses, and we have also made a lot of money!"
The gamblers were either excited or dispersed with mixed emotions. Ao Leng suddenly strode towards Ye Ming. Wang Yangding walked forward lightly, blocked him, and said, "Ao Leng, can't you afford to lose?"
"It's not that I can't afford to lose, I just want to see a genius." Ao Leng said indifferently, his eyes crossed Wang Yangding and fell on Ye Ming.
Ye Ming felt that a cold murderous intention enveloped him, which was the opponent's martial arts will.
"boom!"
Wang Yangding took action boldly, punching out, and the talisman light in the sky was extinguished, as if dozens of thunders exploded at the same time, shocking the arena.
Ao Leng's figure was flying, and he sneered: "Wang Yangding, I will fight you another day! In tomorrow's round, our Black Dragon Group will definitely win!" After that, he left.
Wang Yangding said expressionlessly: "Let's go."
Back at the villa, Wang Yangding smiled again on his face. In this round, the Yin Yang Group drew one million Wuzun coins, and the winnings from the bet were as high as two million and a half million! Currently, the funds he controls have reached 5.28 million!
Ye Ming, Yan Ruyu and others were also very happy. Each of them received 675,000 Wuzun coins, which was a huge gain!
Of course, Bao Bufan and Zhang Heng also made a lot of money and were in great moods.
"Ye Ming, the risk in tomorrow's game is very high." Wang Yangding asked him, "Do you still want to fight? If not, we can abstain. Anyway, we have won a lot."
"Why not fight?" Ye Ming said lightly, "Of course!"
Luo Bingxian said: "Ye Ming, please think carefully. We have found out the details of the first-grade warrior on the other side. He is a saint who has been training outside! I don't know why he was poached by Ao Leng."
Ye Ming was a little surprised: "Holy Son? Which Holy Land?"
"Of course they belong to the Holy Land of Jianchi. Only people from Jianchi like to travel and practice outside." Luo Bingxian said, "The other party is definitely a treasure-body qualified and powerful. I think..."
"Needless to say, I will definitely fight." Ye Ming did not listen to what she said, "Don't you want the more than five million in your hands to become ten million?"
Wang Yangding's face changed. He suddenly punched the seat and cursed: "Fuck your mother! I bet!"
Ye Ming smiled and said: "In short, you will not be disappointed!"
Returning to the room, Ye Ming said calmly: "I didn't expect to meet someone from Jianchi again. I will definitely participate in the sword fighting competition in the future."
Bei Ming said: "The Holy Son is no small matter, not comparable to Xiang Fei and his ilk back then. The master just used it to practice his skills."
Ye Ming thought for a while and said: "Tomorrow I will fight him with 70% of my strength." Then he smiled and said, "I raised the inscription restriction to sixty-four that day. Can I use it to make money?"
Bei Ming: "Of course the inscription master can take over the job. As long as it doesn't affect your practice, you can make money."
"Okay, I'll practice my hands first during the day tomorrow." Ye Ming made the decision.
The next day, Ye Ming asked Bao Bufan and Zhang Heng to put up advertising signs in the most conspicuous places in the college. The content was that the Yin Yang Group was selling inscription talismans, and the price was only two-thirds of the market price.
Yin Yang Group is relatively well-known. Within half an hour of the advertisement being posted, customers were already visiting. Ye Ming received the other party in the hall. He was a senior student with the cultivation of a great martial artist named Che Bineng.
Che Bineng held a big sword in both hands and said: "This is my newly acquired sword, which has not yet been inscribed."
Ye Ming took it and took a look. It was indeed a good knife. Even without the inscription, it could be sold for tens of thousands of martial coins.
He asked: "What do you want, senior brother?"
"It is best if the aura increase is above 10%. There are no other requirements." Che Bineng said simply.
Ye Ming thought for a while and said: "My inscription talisman can increase the increase by 15%, and the price is 5,000 Martial Lord Coins. Is it possible to accept it?"
Che Bineng thought for a while and said: "The price outside is at least eight thousand, but it's not expensive for you to ask for five thousand!"
Ye Ming smiled: "Please wait a moment, I will get the talisman."
He hurried to the room, took out the talisman paper, and started drawing immediately. His hands were like electricity, and he used many tools interactively. In just a quarter of an hour, an inscription talisman appeared. With sixty-four levels of inscription restrictions, forty-two levels of talisman formation restrictions, and a six-element arithmetic array, making this kind of talisman was easy for him.
Che Bineng waited patiently. A quarter of an hour later, he saw Ye Ming again, and he indeed had a talisman in his hand.
Ye Ming slapped the talisman on the knife, and the brilliance flashed past, and exquisite textures appeared on the surface of the blade, forming a subtle magic circle.
Ye Ming tried it, nodded and said: "It's done, please try the knife, senior brother."
Che Bi could hold the sword, and he immediately felt like his blood was connected. The meridians and acupoints engraved on the sword were actually smoother than those on his body. He said happily: "Okay! I made a profit for this price!"
Ye Ming smiled and said: "After Brother Che goes out, help me promote it. In the future, anyone introduced by Brother Che will get a 10% discount."
Che Bineng laughed and said: "It makes me!"
Luo Bingxian, who was watching the excitement, couldn't help but ask: "Ye Ming, where did you get the inscription talisman?"
The number of inscription masters is rare, the number of inscription talismans is even less, and there are very few inscription masters who can make inscription talismans.
Ye Ming naturally wouldn't tell her, and said: "It's useless to keep it by accident, so it's better to sell it."
Luo Bingxian didn't know whether to believe it or not, and said: "It's better to have a good rest. There will be a fierce battle in the evening."
"Understood." Although Ye Ming said this, he successively accepted seven or eight more orders. In just one day, he received sixty or seventy thousand martial coins. Everyone was envious and even he was secretly shocked.
You know, if you can earn 60,000 to 70,000 yuan a day, if you can persist for a year, that is an income of tens of millions! No wonder the inscription masters are so rich, and their income is really not something to boast about.
Night finally came, and Ye Ming appeared at the life and death stage again. This time, his opponent was a Sword Pool Saint, a first-grade warrior.
The Holy Son of Jianchi was actually a fat man, with a belly three times thicker than a bucket, with layers of fat on top, and the fat trembled all over his body when he walked. He was also wearing an extremely large purple robe, but he was holding a long sword as thin as a willow leaf in his hand, which felt awkward no matter how hard he looked at it.
Ye Ming estimated that this fat man weighed at least 500 pounds and had difficulty even moving. How did he practice swordsmanship
As soon as he felt contempt in his heart, Bei Ming said: "Master, be careful about this person. He should have practiced "Tian Chi Kung"."
"God takes power?" Ye Ming asked, "What the hell?"