Junior Disciple C

Chapter 165

The drums were beating fast, but Feng Ye's sprinting speed was even faster, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the headless ghost.

He slashed the first sword from the middle, and was firmly held by the Jiuhuan knife that had been prepared for a long time. The headless ghost's thick arm exerted force at the same time, and Feng Ye was shocked to take a few steps back.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and turned around to relieve the momentum.After meeting each other, he realized that he was absolutely no match for this evil spirit in terms of strength.

However, this is not surprising. Just looking at the size and the nine-ring knife that weighs more than a hundred catties that can be easily picked up, we know that the power of the headless ghost must be so strong that ordinary people can't reach it.

The bigger the body, the stronger it is, that's obvious.But there are advantages and disadvantages. An overly strong figure will also form a shackle, making the headless ghost's movements cumbersome and slow.

Feng Ye didn't want to beat the opponent in strength, his advantage was in speed.

The moment Feng Ye regained his balance, he drew his sword again. His movements were so fast that people couldn't react in time. Everyone felt the chaos before their eyes. Before they could clearly see what happened, the swords collided with each other again.

The cold iron struck each other, making a crisp sound, the sound was non-stop, one after another, even faster than the rushing drums on the high platform.

Those Xiqiang nobles who were originally contemptuous or sarcastic couldn't help feeling a little interested. Although the people in the audience were slaves, it was rare to see that sword technique that was so hard to find.

Under such a fast attack, although the headless ghost has been blocking it with the broad back of the nine-ring knife, Feng Ye's speed is still accelerating. It won't be long before Feng Ye will find a flaw in the headless ghost's defense.

The eyes of the boy who was talking to the ghost-faced priest before suddenly widened. Feng Ye's time would not be long, sooner than he thought.

At this moment, right in front of his eyes, Feng Ye suddenly changed the trajectory of his sword movement. Whether it was the people watching the battle or the headless ghost who was fighting Feng Ye, they all felt that his next sword would still strike from the front .

Feng Ye was indeed facing straight ahead when he swung the sword, and his fingers holding the sword were clenched tightly, as if using a lot of strength.The Headless Ghost also put the back of the saber across in front of him, ready to attack.

But Feng Ye's fingers clenched tightly on the hilt of the sword suddenly let go in mid-air.

Without the person holding it, this rusty and powerless sword naturally fell according to inertia.

What is he going to do?

The same doubts arose in everyone's hearts, and they saw Feng Ye suddenly half-squat down after letting go of the hilt of his sword, his left foot spun on the ground, and his whole body turned around.

He turned his back to the headless ghost, as if he was going to crash into the headless ghost's arms.

Turning your back on the enemy is a big taboo in battle. Because of the limited sight of humans, ordinary people cannot see the offensive from behind. Even if they can perceive a little with hearing and touch, they still lack vision.

The disadvantage of vision cannot be compensated by any other senses, so no one will ever turn their backs to their opponents in an engagement.

But Feng Ye did that, he definitely didn't want to admit defeat, he wanted to...

He did this series of movements extremely fast, so fast that the falling sword hadn't landed on the ground, and it was just right. At the same time that Feng Ye turned around completely, the sword also fell to the ground where he was half squatting. high.

The open five fingers were clenched again, Feng Ye clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and then stabbed backward.

There were exclamations from the crowd, they finally realized Feng Ye's real purpose.

The headless ghost, who thought Feng Ye would attack from the front, couldn't have predicted Feng Ye's sudden change of attack, and even if he had predicted it, when he was in front of him, he was doomed to have no time to change his defensive position.

Feng Ye's timing of this blow has been used to the extreme. In order to save the time of handling the sword, and to stab the sword as quickly as possible, he even thought of letting go of the hilt of the sword for a short while, and then turned his back. He caught the hilt of the sword in mid-air, and then stabbed with all his strength towards the empty door where the headless ghost exposed.

The sword edge pushed forward inch by inch. Although it hadn't really pierced, Feng Ye felt a little joy in his heart.The headless ghost can't feel pain, and the sword he stabs may not have a particularly big impact on the opponent, but it is a sign, and it is not a sign that a person cannot defeat the evil ghost.

Since he can stab once, he can stab the second, third time...until he truly defeats the opponent.

Even though he told himself time and time again that the extremely evil ghost was not invincible, Feng Ye still had some fear in his heart.

He was afraid that what he thought was wrong, the difference between human beings and ghosts cannot be made up for with all his efforts.Just as people cannot shake Mount Tai or fill up the sea, this is destined to be impossible and impossible.

But as long as this sword hits, the little bit of fear in Feng Ye's heart will be shattered, and he will no longer be afraid.

He was almost there.

After being surprised, the faces of the Xiqiang nobles on the viewing platform showed smiles again.I thought this overwhelmed slave would be beheaded by the headless ghost, but I didn't expect that the other party had struggled for so long and used such an eye-catching move.

As a plaything for viewing, he has done well enough.

It can be said that if his opponent was any human being, he would have won when he stabbed the sword.

But his opponent is not a human, but... an extremely evil ghost that can never be defeated.

The joy of being about to succeed spread to his face, and the corners of Feng Ye's mouth curled up, but suddenly, the smile froze on his face.

Everything was as he expected, the headless ghost couldn't defend in time, and the empty door was wide open.He did stab the headless ghost, stabbing the opponent's abdomen, and the impact feeling came along the blade, there is no doubt about it.

However, just stabbing the opponent, the sword edge reached the headless ghost's waist and abdomen, as if it had stabbed some extremely hard stone, and could not advance an inch.

Those high and raised muscles on the headless ghost are not just powerful, they are also very hard, invulnerable and hard.

As if being poured over his head by a basin of cold water, Feng Ye suddenly felt very cold, extremely cold with fear.

Instead of shattering the fear in his heart, this sword magnified it countless times.

He turned his head in a daze, and looked up at the headless ghost, as if he was looking at some monster that blocked the sky.

It is indeed blocking out the sky, at least for the current Feng Ye, when he stood in front of the headless ghost, this tall figure had already blocked his entire field of vision.

It turns out... the evil ghost is really invincible...

This voice sounded in his fear-covered heart, Feng Ye didn't want to admit it, but the iron-like facts in front of him proved it.

The sword can't even penetrate the headless ghost's skin, which means that any of his attacks are useless to the opponent.Even the attack doesn't work, and it's wishful thinking to want to defeat the opponent.

Because of shock and fear, Feng Ye stood there in a daze without moving.

But the headless ghost won't just stand there forever, the eyes under the mask are looking down at Feng Ye, like looking down on an ant.

The ghost-faced priest sitting at the top of the viewing platform tapped his fingers. This was a very small movement, which ordinary people could not notice at all, but the headless ghost in the audience seemed to have received some orders.

As soon as he changed his previous defensive posture, he moved his blade forward and launched an attack for the first time.

Although his heart seemed to be flustered by a tsunami, Feng Ye instinctively raised his sword to resist when he saw the blade slashing down.

With a sound of "Zheng", the arm holding the sword was numb due to the huge shock.

Feng Ye looked down at his arm that was trembling with the blade, this time the force of the blade was twice as strong as before!Only then did he realize that the headless ghost hadn't used all his strength at all.

Like a cat playing a mouse, everything before was done on purpose by the other party. He was watching Feng Ye's performance, so that when Feng Ye thought he was going to win, he would really give him a hard blow.

This is a joke and a mockery.

The headless ghost's next blow came again, Feng Ye held the sword with both hands, but in the end both hands trembled from the shock.

The opponent's strength was too great...he couldn't resist...this cognition made Feng Ye completely lose his composure, and his defeat was already set.

The Nine Ring Knife slashed down again and again. After Feng Ye blocked the three sword strikes with force, he lost feeling in his arms. He couldn't block the next blow, and he would be decapitated by the headless ghost.

However, it seems that this extremely evil ghost has not played enough, no, the evil ghost has no feelings, it is his master who has not played enough.

The headless ghost's blade that was supposed to slash at the side of Feng Ye's neck suddenly stopped halfway. Feng Ye felt a sharp pain in his abdomen in shock.

The headless ghost kicked him in the abdomen, and he was kicked flying with great force, until he hit the wall on the edge of the Colosseum before stopping.

Feng Ye leaned against the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

That kick was too hard, although there were no wounds on the outside, but the internal organs were squeezed by a huge force, and they were already somewhat ruptured.

After vomiting blood, he leaned on his sword and wanted to stand up.

But his hands trembled together, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After Feng Ye tried once, he fell back to the original place.

He lost.

No matter how unwilling, no matter how unwilling, he lost.

His delusional plan to rebel against Xiqiang is a complete joke, just like him at this moment.

The Xiqiang people on the viewing platform showed satisfied smiles, while the rest of the audience, who were slaves like Feng Ye, looked disappointed.

Although they were not optimistic about Feng Ye, when Feng Ye really took the sword and slashed at the headless ghost, they all hoped that Feng Ye would win.

Only when Feng Ye defeats the headless ghost can they escape the end of death and the fate of being slaves for a lifetime.

Feng Ye kindled a faint hope in their hearts, and then destroyed it with his own hands.

He's just a big liar!Disappointment turned to anger, and someone in the crowd cursed.

Batu glared at the speaker, and seeing that the speaker stopped talking, he shifted his gaze back to Feng Ye who was sitting leaning against the wall.

Among all the people, he was the one who believed in Feng Ye the most, because Feng Ye saved him, but at this moment, he was equally disappointed.

A low sigh came out of Batu's mouth. The sound was so soft that it should have been inaudible in this huge Colosseum.

But it seemed that something was intentionally amplifying the sound, and Feng Ye was surrounded by sighs, mixed with cursing from time to time.

The voices of the crowd merged into a torrent, rushing in Feng Ye's ears.

One after another, long or short, in the voices of different lengths, there is the same disappointment.

He covered his ears with his hands, trying to block out the sound.

But he covered his ears, but his eyes could still see.

He could see the faces of those Xiqiang people, different faces, but the same expression.

The same contempt, the same condescension.

When they looked down at Feng Ye, Feng Ye felt like a lowly ant that was trampled on.

There is no need to pretend that he is so humble, in the eyes of the Xiqiang people, he is just like this, humble.

But... why?

As a human being, why should he be so humble?

Or to relax a little bit, what is the difference between the same beings that were conceived in this world?Was he engraved with marks of rank and rank when he was born, and he was destined to be a dwarf forever, bowing his head to these Xiqiang people forever?

Do not!It shouldn't be like this!

Something else suddenly rose up in my fear-covered heart, which was extremely fiery and powerful.

"Are you angry?"

After disappearing for a long time, the ghostly voice reappeared and asked the fifth question.

But this is not the end, he immediately asked the sixth.

"Do you hate?"

Unlike the previous few times, his voice this time had a faint smile and anticipation.

Feng Ye didn't answer, but the way he stared at the top said everything.

Of course he was angry, of course he hated.

Angry for what happened to him, and hated the people who made it happen to him.

"Then go and kill them, Feng Ye!"

The speaker's voice suddenly raised, like a drumbeat, he was shouting, encouraging, and urging.

Feng Ye clenched the hilt of the sword again, he had already lost his strength, not to mention killing these people, he couldn't even stand up.

But together with the raging resentment in his heart, there is also a majestic and vast force.Like a raging river, running through his limbs.

With such a serious injury, even if he survived for a while, he would not be able to stand up again. However, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Feng Ye stood up again with the tip of his sword on the ground.

The injuries that were so serious that they hurt the viscera seemed to disappear suddenly, and his figure straightened inch by inch.When he stood up completely, there was no trace of weakness on his body anymore.

Instead, there was an incomparable oppressive force, just looking at him made people stop breathing.

Feng Ye looked forward, he looked at the Xiqiang people on the high platform, and also at the headless ghost who just teased him with applause not far away.

His hand holding the sword slammed backwards, and the edge of the sword hit the wall behind him. The walls of the Colosseum are specially made, and are several times harder than ordinary walls. When Feng Ye just hit it, his internal organs were It cracked on impact, but the wall remained intact.

But at this moment, after this incomparably hard barrier was hit by the sword, it left a track that went deep inside.

With such a brutal force, while the wall was damaged, the sword in Feng Ye's hand was not spared.

That was a sword with a rusty handle that could break at any time. No one was surprised that there was a sound of cracking at the edge of the sword after such a violent impact.

But those people who were not surprised suddenly opened their eyes wide in the next moment, because they saw... the sword that they thought was broken was not broken.

Those cracking sounds are not hallucinations, the cracking sounds are still going on now, along with the rust that is constantly falling off.

Like a layer of camouflage, when the mottled rust came off, the sword finally revealed its true face.

It's not like an ordinary weapon, the metal should have a bright silver color, but black.

It is pitch black, and no light can shine on the blackness above it.

"That's..." Hao Chen stared closely at Feng Ye, at the sword in his hand that was still peeling off with rust.

Different from the appearance seen by people in the illusion, outside the illusion, he saw a little more. He saw that the moment Feng Ye stood up again, the darkness around the illusion was like a whirlpool, rushing toward Feng Ye.

The darkness enveloped him, he was still Feng Ye, but not Feng Ye.

Why are evil spirits so powerful?Because they have no weakness, weakness, fear or pity, these weaknesses in human nature, they don't have all of them.

The headless ghost's eyes are cold, without a trace of human warmth, he is a weapon that only knows how to kill, and his strength is unparalleled.

But Feng Ye's eyes were even colder at the moment.

The resentment swallowed up the redundant feelings, and those weaknesses, fears, and weaknesses in human nature all disappeared, along with those warm things.

Human beings cannot defeat evil spirits, but even more evil spirits can!

When he got rid of all the weaknesses of human nature, he finally possessed the power to fight against evil spirits.

At the same time, he is no longer human.

It's like being reborn.

Amidst a monstrous hatred, he was reborn as a vengeful ghost.