Chapter 37

Looking at Ouyang Ming who was eager to try and his nephew who was rather dejected, Yan Haobo's heart moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Master Ou, I heard that you not only learned boxing and body skills, but you are also quite good at sword skills?"

Sui Hezhi was taken aback, wondering, I just taught Ouyang Ming the simplest sword skills and boxing skills in the army, when did I say that he was good at sword skills. However, to be honest, after seeing Ouyang Ming's boxing and body skills, he really had some expectations for this little guy's sword skills.

Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Yan Huochang, do you still want to test my saber skills?"

Yan Haobo couldn't help laughing, and quickly said: "Master Ou misunderstood, you definitely don't need to do it yourself to enter the dense forest, so having such agility is enough." See how deep the master's foundation is, and how far we can penetrate into the dense forest."

As he said, even if Ouyang Ming entered with the team, it would never be his turn to face the attack of the beast. As long as Ouyang Ming's body skills are good enough and he doesn't drag everyone down, he can already make them shout Amitabha.

However, the stronger Ouyang Ming's strength, the more confident they will be, and they can even go deep as planned without being affected.

Ouyang Ming nodded heavily. He knew that the better he behaved at this time, the less restrained he would be when he entered the dense forest in the future, and he could go deeper into it.

Entering the room, Ou Yangming took out two sabers and said with a smile, "I forged these two sabers when I was bored. Although they are good products, they haven't reached their peak yet. Brother Yan will just use them."

Yan Haobo and the others wondered in their hearts that the good-quality sabers are still used casually. Why does this sentence sound so awkward...

However, they also knew that Ouyang Ming didn't mean to humiliate them. After the master casually gave away three pieces of high-quality peak equipment, they realized that their vision and financial resources were no longer comparable to those of the other party. In the eyes of the master, these two high-quality sabers, which are not at the peak, are indeed just enough.

However, just when Yan Cheng was about to reach out for the knife, a big hand grabbed it first.

Everyone was startled, the one who took the knife turned out to be Yan Haobo.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Yan Chengcai asked in surprise.

Ou Yangming was also puzzled, if he was asked to compete with Yan Chengcai, he still had a little confidence. But to be able to defeat a team of Huo Zhang, and he is also the Huo Zhang of Chen Yifan's personal guards... No matter how arrogant he is, he knows that with his current strength, it is impossible.

Yan Haobo chuckled lightly, and said: "Master Ou, swords have no eyes, and prime ministers have not yet reached the point where they can be freely retracted, so I will fight this battle."

Only then did Ou Yangming suddenly realize, and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

He took a step back, raised the knife to his chest, and was careful.

However, Yan Haobo casually raised the saber in his hand and said, "Master Ou, please act."

Ouyang Ming looked at him in awe. Yan Haobo didn't put on any posture, just holding the saber loosely. However, Yan Haobo, who was full of flaws like this, gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

This feeling is like being cornered by Zhang Hanyu and hiding in an abandoned weapons storehouse, the hairs all over his body stand on end because of this.

Ouyang Ming's breathing was suddenly suffocated, and the purple light cluster in his mind became brighter and brighter as a result.

The greater the crisis and difficulty encountered, the more concentrated and elevated Ouyang Ming's mind was, and the more tacit cooperation with Ziguang became.

This is not a strange thing. When the life forms of any race are driven to a desperate situation, they either wait for death or burst out with shocking potential.

People say that quick-wittedness makes you wise, and that you are motivated only when you are under pressure. This is actually the truth.

Turning my eyes,

Ouyang Ming's figure flickered, and he came to Yan Haobo with a stride, and he slashed at the head.

Yan Haobo was startled, this knife was actually nothing, it didn't exceed the limit of a third-class martial artist. However, Yan Haobo felt a fierce and murderous aura when the knife was slashed.

It was this fierce and fierce aura that made him feel a little frightened.

A sword that has killed people and seen blood is completely different from the sword practiced by ordinary warriors.

According to Yan Haobo's thinking, although Ouyang Ming is extremely talented, he is a good seed for practicing martial arts. But I am immersed in training, after all, I am not a veteran who has been on the battlefield. Therefore, no matter how powerful his sword technique is, it still lacks blood and killing aura.

However, Ouyang Ming's knife completely overturned his cognition.

This is definitely a murderous knife. Of course, the ferocious aura does not come from the precious knife itself, but from the person holding the precious knife.

He wondered in his heart, could it be possible to cultivate a killing god by practicing hard at home?

Although he was puzzled, his subordinates were not slow at all. The knife flashed and bounced towards Ouyang Ming's wrist.

He didn't use the edge of the blade, but hit with the back of the blade, so that even if he hit, he wouldn't hurt Master Ou.

However, although Ouyang Ming seemed to be going all out with the knife, he immediately turned halfway after seeing Yan Haobo's attack, and the knife followed the person, not only avoiding the knife, but also coming to his back.

The feeling when he was fighting with Yan Chengcai resurfaced again, and this time the feeling was more clear and exciting.

The light of the saber flickered, and Ouyang Ming swiped at Yan Haobo's arm. Naturally, he would not go all out, but the tricky angle of this saber was amazing.

When Yan Haobo didn't move, he was indeed as towering as a mountain, but once he made a move, his flaws would inevitably be exposed.

"Okay!" Yan Haobo shouted loudly, the knife in his hand flashed, and he came down like flying.

"Ding—" After a crisp sound, the two knives finally collided.

Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he backed away quickly. He finally understood that there was indeed a huge gap in strength between himself and the opponent.

Yan Haobo's reaction speed was far beyond his comparability, and the knife came after the first strike, which abruptly stopped him. Moreover, the blade was as light as snow, and it was so powerful that he had to stagger back.

On the other hand, Yan Haobo didn't even shake once, not to mention his body shaking.

Such a huge gap, just thinking about it makes people despair.

However, Ouyang Ming was not completely convinced. Although Yan Haobo's strength and agility are very strong, if he puts on all the equipment, he will not be inferior, on the contrary, he will be even better.

Of course, Ouyang Ming would never throw away all his old foundations at this time.

Taking a step back, he fixedly stared at Yan Haobo. The fire chief didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but returned to his original state, waiting for his attack.

Perhaps, in Yan Haobo's mind, as long as he has a saber in hand, no matter what tricks Ouyang Ming plays, there is no threat.

Ouyang Ming took a few steps back, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Some people choose to back off when faced with difficulties and difficulties. However, some people are the opposite. The stronger the obstacles ahead, the more motivated he will be.

And Ouyang Ming is undoubtedly a typical example of the latter.

After knowing that Yan Haobo would not hack himself to death, Ouyang Ming never thought of backing down. He wished he had such a strong person to practice with him.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming stepped forward again.

This time, the shining knife light slashed down again. However, just as Yan Haobo's wrist trembled slightly and he raised his saber to block, Ouyang Ming's saber posture changed again. The falling saber light turned halfway and swiped towards Yan Haobo's arm.

It was like a repeat of the scene just now, but the only difference was that Ou Yangming's saber light changed faster.

Yan Haobo's mouth overflowed with a smile, so what's the use of changing quickly? Under the crushing of absolute strength and speed, he has already conquered the opponent.

However, just as his wrist was shaking and he changed direction again, Ouyang Ming's saber light flashed again, cutting towards his thigh.

Yan Haobo was slightly taken aback, but had no choice but to follow.

However, he soon discovered that the saber in Ouyang Ming's hand was changeable and unpredictable.

This is not how exquisite his saber technique is, how powerful the saber is, and how fast his speed is. When it comes to all these, he is even worse than Yan Chengcai.

However, Ou Yangming's performance in terms of changes in sword techniques was absolutely appalling.

Where the saber light pointed, Yan Haobo's weakness was always there. Although Yan Haobo's speed was much faster than Ouyang Ming's, in the eyes of Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai, he seemed to have completely lost the initiative and was being led by the nose by Ouyang Ming.

Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai glanced at each other, but were speechless.

Especially Yan Chengcai, now he understands his uncle's true intentions. If he was replaced, and he couldn't crush with absolute strength and speed, then he might have been injured and defeated by now.

But Yan Haobo, who was in the game, felt more and more deeply.

Ouyang Ming was like a vortex, the initial strength was not strong, but as the knife light continued to practice and change, the vortex became deeper and deeper, and Yan Haobo even felt a sense of restraint.

When this feeling became stronger and stronger to a certain extent, Yan Haobo inexplicably felt a deadly sense of crisis in his heart.

He had to change, otherwise, it would be like boiling a frog in warm water, and he would not even know how he died in the end.

Eyes suddenly widened, Yan Haobo roared, the voice was deafening, full of violent and cold killing intent.

Afterwards, Yan Haobo didn't care about the impending saber light, his eyes locked firmly on Ouyang Ming, and he slashed without hesitation.

Under the entanglement of Ouyang Ming's weird sword skills, he actually disregarded his status and took the initiative to strike with this kind of method of risking his life and hurting both sides.