One sword, two swords, three swords.
In a moment, Li Sui had already left three stab wounds on Wei Kui's body.
"Can the fight continue?" Li Sui had already calmed down the enthusiasm and fighting spirit in his eyes, and stopped ten feet away from Wei Kui. To him, Wei Kui's ability was mediocre, and he had no need to take action against someone who was so far behind him.
As for Wei Kui, he hasn't had this feeling for a long time...
Feeling of powerlessness.
That was the feeling Li Duo gave him when he first arrived at the front line of Shahan Pass. Although he was dissatisfied at the time, the gap in strength was extremely significant.
In other words, from an objective point of view, "Wei Kui will really die if we continue to fight."
However, there was another uncontrollable feeling that gradually rose in Wei Kui's heart, overshadowing powerlessness, fear, and all other emotions...
It was a long-lost excitement.
"Of course." Wei Kui clenched his fists.
Li Sui looked at Wei Kui, who continued to beg for battle, and sighed softly, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes: "Then it depends on whether you can come up with other skills..."
"Okay!" Wei Kui opened his big mouth and responded confidently.
With one punch, the situation changes! Like a needle or a thorn, the sharp edge is clearly displayed.
Wei Kui's punch seemed to be just an ordinary straight punch, but when the punch approached, Li Sui realized how terrifying this young man's power was.
But a first-class master is a first-class master after all. Li Sui suddenly used his sword to strike first, hoping to use the blade to force Wei to retreat.
Wei Kui never flinches, even when faced with the fastest sword in the world. With this punch, there is no way back!
In the end, Li Sui switched to using the back of his sword at the last moment to strike like a barricade. Although Wei Kui did not stop the move, he repaid the opponent's mercy by "relieving some of his strength".
"Let's talk first... Although I understand that you don't want to hurt my life, I don't need you to do this." Between the two sides changing their moves, Wei Kui said in one breath: "You don't want me to show my true skills. What? Are you satisfied now?"
Before Li Sui could reply, Wei Kui's second punch had already come forward, and it was still an ordinary straight punch.
In the eyes of others, there seemed to be no difference between Wei Kui's two straight punches, nothing more than "strength can produce miracles", but Li Sui clearly saw the difference.
The former is fast, fast, from slow to urgent, leaving no room; the latter is firm, fierce, condensed but not released, and the "front" turns around.
When Li Sui's knife slashed Wei Kui's left arm, Wei Kui's fist also touched his chest.
"What a life-threatening boxing technique..." This was Li Sui's first comment on Wei Kui.
"Can anyone in the world really fight with him?" This was Li Sui's first affirmation of Wei Kui.
Even though he was punched in the chest by Wei Kui, Li Sui did not lose the grace and posture of a top expert, and jumped back to stabilize his body.
"What's the name of your boxing technique?" Li Sui asked in surprise.
"The first punch is called Hanging Needle, and the second punch is called Chuilu..." Wei Kui could be said to have a nonchalant attitude towards his injured arm: "As for the boxing technique...it has no name originally, but my brother named it I named it 'Horizontal and Vertical Fist'."
"Named after the strokes? It's a bit interesting." What Li Sui meant was a pun. This punch is so powerful that the name is not bad at all.
Unexpectedly, Wei Kui didn't give him any face, so he immediately shook his head and denied Li Sui's statement: "This is my boxing technique. Of course he had to ask for my opinion when he chose the name... You can also see it. , I’m a rough person, I don’t like arty things, I can’t even write a few big characters, why do you need such a formal name?”
"He said that horizontal and vertical punches have only one meaning - fighting is nothing more than horizontal and vertical punches, with the winner standing and the loser lying down." Wei Kui showed a perverted smile: "I like this explanation very much."
"Now that you say that, it's a name that really suits your style..." Li Sui also smiled: "Then let me learn a few more of your 'horizontal and vertical punches'!"
The Hanging Needle, Hanging Lu and Pi Hammer are undoubtedly moves in the horizontal and vertical boxing. In addition, there are even "vertical folding", "horizontal folding hook" and even "horizontal folding hook" which are painful and Abstract name. Of course, not every name corresponds to a boxing technique. It was just because of He Nan's bad taste - what he said to Wei Kui at that time was, "When you say a name like Heng Zhe Zhe Gou, your opponent must be wary." What kind of Yao Mozi boxing are you going to do, and then you just punch him in the face." This kind of opportunistic tactic Wei Kui doesn't use very often. One is because a real master will not listen to the name of the move you call out, but looks at the changes in your body shape and the means of exerting force. The other is because he is He really couldn't remember the difference between "Horizontal Folding Hook" and "Horizontal Folding Hook". The only move names he could remember were concrete names like "Hanging Needle and Dew".
After re-fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Li Sui suddenly realized something.
His speed is getting slower and slower.
In other words, it was actually Wei's defeat that became faster.
"Horizontal and vertical fists - wave sweep." Wei Kui raised his right fist high and slashed it diagonally downward, half slashing and half smashing.
"Qianjiao!" Li Sui came out with his sword, dazzled and dazzled.
When using flesh fists against steel swords, Wei Kui's disadvantage is self-evident. In addition, Li Sui's own strength is far superior to him, so even if the latter deliberately suppressed the power of his sword, Wei Kui still suffered a lot.
But just after this "plunder", Wei Kui changed his attack into a block and suddenly grabbed Li Sui's right wrist holding the sword.
"This sword... I wonder why it looks so familiar." Wei Kui glanced at Li Sui's ancestral sword.
The sword passed down from generation to generation by "Sick Cat" is certainly extraordinary, or it may not be extraordinary at all.
Wei Kui only took a closer look at the knife and recognized that the material of the knife was the same as his pair of euphorbias.
"What?" Li Sui wasn't upset at all. His wrist was still in Wei Kui's hand, but he stood still within arm's reach.
Wei Kui's eyes were still on the sword: "My weapon is made of the same thing as your sword, but I don't know what kind of rare precious material it is, otherwise I can make another one. .”
Even the two halberds of the little mountain god felt a little light for Wei Kui to use today.
Although the sword is a sword passed down from generation to generation, the method and materials used to make the sword are not things that can be passed down. Therefore, Li Sui did not know what the mystery of this sword was. He was interested in the special meaning in Wei Kui's words: "I thought you were practicing boxing."
"Boxing is just for convenience...the weapon I use is a halberd, a pair of halberds." Wei Kui said.
"Do you have your halberds with you? Why don't you change your weapons and we'll come back?" Li Sui is somewhat similar to Wei Kui. They are both martial arts idiots. At first, he felt that Wei Kui's ability was not enough to match him, but they fought. After a while, I also saw that this guy became braver and braver as he fought, and had great strength. This pair of iron fists alone was enough to sweep through half of the martial arts world.
"No way..."
This was the "first time in Wei Kui's life that he refused someone else's invitation to challenge him to a duel." When he finished speaking, his body collapsed.
Each of Li Sui's blows, although merciful, was much heavier than it looked. Wei Kui's ability to persist for about thirty rounds was the result of his persistence. If it had been anyone else, he would have been dead after the first blow. Already lying down.
"Do you want your injury to be taken care of quickly? I'll call someone." There were no bystanders in this battle. Several members of Yi Dao Clan, including Zhao Xian, felt that although Wei Kui was extremely powerful compared to them, He could only kneel in front of the world's fastest sword, so he wasn't even interested in watching.
"No need...it will be fine after just two days of rest." Although the man lying down was unable to fight anymore, at least he still had the strength to speak, and even his title became respectful: "Senior...it's better to wait for me to rest for two days." God, can I ask you for advice again?"
If Wei Kui has any more peculiar talents besides his natural power, it is that his physical fitness is outrageous - this guy is not even afraid of tetanus, so if he says he can take care of himself for two days, that means he can take care of him for two days. sky.
Li Sui looked at Wei Kui with great interest for a long time, and finally wiped his bruised face: "Okay, then I will show you some moves after you are healed."
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No one knew that Li Sui vomited a large pool of blood after returning to his room that day, and no one knew that during the two days that Wei Kui was recovering from his injuries, Li Sui also recovered from his internal injuries for two days.
