Chapter 3471: 3498 Courage Competition 1

Unconsciously, he retreated to the edge of the wall and there was no retreat.
The opposite leaf Xiaomu is only less than ten meters away from him.
On the other hand, Zhang Yu’s face showed a smile. While doing something, he said,
Ye Xiaomu, if you can beat me like this, I don’t know how many times I have died now.

Immediately biting the tip of the tongue, spit a blood in the palm of his left hand, his hands quickly pinched, and there was a word in his mouth. The flying sword that was originally flying toward the small wooden door of the leaf suddenly split into three and attacked from three different angles.
Heaven and Earth three swords.
Under Ye Xiaomu's persecution, he also made his own tricks. The three swords flew together, which equalized the attack strength by three times. Ye Xiaomu wanted to rush to his own face and dreamed.
But if you keep going, you have to control the three flying swords, although it is more laborious, but Ye Xiaomu must use more strength to avoid flying swords, even if the three flying swords can't get rid of him in a short time, dragging them down will consume Do his best in the body, although the win is not very handsome, but as long as you can win.
Three swords flew together, Ye Xiaomu stopped moving forward and avoided the offensive in place, but Zhang Yu only relaxed for a moment, and had to be nervous: Ye Xiaomu just stayed in place for a while, then went forward again.
He was only adapting to the rhythm and attack routines of the three flying swords. Once he became familiar, he started again and began to move forward in the gap between Feijian.
puff!
Ye Xiaomu's face was scratched by the flying sword. A long mouth was left on the left face, and the blood leaked out. Ye Xiaomu couldn't have time to wipe it. He suddenly squatted, and he made a few steps forward.
The distance between the two is less than five meters.
"Insane!" Zhang Yu screamed. "Where are you fighting like this?"
"Then what should I do, stand up and wait for the instinct to dry up, slow down and be stabbed to death by flying swords?"
At a distance of about five meters, Zhang Yu’s manipulation of the flying sword is stronger.
The three flying swords are wrapped around each other and complement each other to form an unbreakable mesh.
Even if Ye Xiaomu has a blessing in the sky, the limit of the size and speed of the human body is not likely to pass through the middle without injury.
Then... give up without scars.
Ye Xiaomu slammed out the Xuanyuan sword and inserted it into the sword array. The flying sword hit the blade and did not shoot down. After the bounce, he flew from another angle.
Ye Xiaomu was shocked by the arm and numb, and sure enough, this flying sword is not fun, but taking advantage of the moment when the flying sword was shaken, he took another big step forward.
A flying sword just wiped his right shoulder and cut through the clothes, leaving a wound.
Ye Xiaomu has no fear at all, and he continues to use a Xuanyuan sword to open a flying sword in front of him. The remaining two have gaps to pass through, just... inevitably have to be drawn so often.
He is at the expense of injury in exchange for Zhang Yu's approach.
"clever!"
Outside the palace wall, Ye Shaoyang gave a comment on these two words. Although this is not a top-level battle, the crisis and choices are a great test of people's fighting consciousness. Ye Shaoyang sees his peerless talent in this aspect through Ye Xiaomu's choice.
"This flying sword is too slow." Wu Jiawei's real Wu Jiawei shook his head and sighed.
"Not everyone has your strength. The kid is already playing the best under his strength. There is a trap in this sword array, that is, it can only go in and not back. The more you dare to die, the more afraid The more injured, the closer they are, but the instinct of most people will stop them, because it is the safest and most comfortable, but if it stops, it will be surrounded by the sword array immediately, and your instrument can only be destroyed. One, the consumption is also better than others, and there is no chance to be trapped."
Ye Shaoyang was very proud of analyzing the situation. Ye Xiaomu was able to see through the traps and restrain the instinct to avoid trouble. He made his father a very gratifying. Winning and losing was not important to him. What is important is performance.
On the battlefield, Ye Xiaomu was only less than five meters away from Zhang Yu. Once he used a Xuanyuan sword to open a flying sword, he jumped and slammed the risk of cutting the other two flying swords. Suddenly stabbed Xuanyuanjian toward Zhang Yu.
Originally, according to his speed of travel and the distance between the two, everyone thought that he would have to move at least two or three steps to get more secure, but Ye Xiaomu’s mentality is very clear. Everyone can think of it. Zhang Yu can also think of it, he naturally There will be a way to protect, it is impossible to be willing to lose.
So he was accumulating potential energy before, unexpectedly, and launched the final blow ahead of time.
The two flying swords controlled by Zhang Yu can indeed cut his arm, but that's all.
Facing the more and more approaching Jianfeng, Zhang Yu squatted and forced back, but he was firmly on the wall. The double knife crossed the small arm of Ye Xiaomu, leaving two long wounds, but only let His arm trembled and the sword was gone.
"Little wood is behind the heart!"
Suyan’s shouting came from far away. Ye Xiaomu suddenly turned back. Yu Guang saw a flying sword coming from behind, less than half a meter away from his head.
Zhang Yu’s face showed a ferocious smile, Shen Sheng said:
Put it!

The flying sword that flew to Ye Xiaomu’s brain is the foreshadowing of his early morning, but he did not expect Ye Xiaomu to suddenly launch the final blow. Originally, according to his idea, he waited for Ye Xiaomu to start, and then he himself Keeping up with this hand, Ye Xiaomu's attention is on his own body. It is impossible to detect the imminence of Feijian, and he will be able to make a first move, and Feijian can penetrate his throat. Of course, killing is illegal, but you can control the trajectory of the flying sword and give him a serious injury. This heat can still be grasped.
As a result, Ye Xiaomu started in advance, he was slightly distracted, and the flying sword was slower, so that the situation is now, if both sides do not close, it is very likely that the last two losses will be hurt.
Therefore, his "scraping it" is to cheer himself up and scare Ye Xiaomu.
However, Ye Xiaomu did not see the flying knife behind his head, and Baoyi in his hand stabbed it without hesitation.
What is the path, is it really going to be the same?
Looking at the Jianfeng who is about to insert his throat, Zhang Yu made a choice at the last moment.
He gave up the control of the flying sword and instinctively turned his face to the side. He slammed and flew to the ground. The sword front of Xuanyuanjian had tightly held his throat.
Only in that situation, whoever loses and loses, if it is not awkward, it is both loses, it is more like courage than strength competition.
Zhang Yu was stunned, so he lost.
"You..." Zhang Yu looked at him stupidly, his face was as gray as he was, and his spirit disappeared. "Yes, your kid is jealous than me, you don't want to die."