As soon as the words fell, Zhao Mingyang had already deceived himself with an arrow step. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In Zhang Liang's surprised gaze, Zhao Mingyang twisted his waist and back, and pulled back with his right fist like a bow. The fist actually flashed with a faint blue light, and immediately roared towards Zhang Liang's chest talisman.

Zhang Liang was not alarmed, and when Zhao Mingyang was accumulating strength, he had already softened his knees, and his whole body sank rapidly. The bruising blow of blue light clung to Zhang Liang's scalp and slammed into the thick trunk.

With a loud bang, the trunk of the jade gold tree shook violently. Zhang Liang only felt a hot pain in his scalp, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this brother's strength was really terrifying.

Zhao Mingyang missed the blow without the slightest hesitation, and his right leg was pulled out like a whip towards the lower plate. Zhang Liang couldn't avoid it, crossed his arms sideways in front of his head, and ate the whip leg hard.

The huge force made Zhang Liang stumble and roll away in embarrassment. This roll unloaded a lot of strength, and although Zhang Liang's arms were painful, fortunately he did not suffer any serious damage. And Zhang Liang also found that it seemed that the opponent's legs and fists in front of him were a little far behind in strength. If he had been hit by that earth-shattering punch, his arms would have been broken long ago.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Mingyang's eyes. He was surprised that the young man in front of him could dodge his attack. On the contrary, Zhao Mingyang felt that Zhang Liang was unspeakably weak.

Yes, it's weak. There is not the slightest discipline in the gestures. He had never questioned the strength of anyone who had come here to participate in the trial. After all, being qualified here means that your ability will not be bad. There must be a demon when things go wrong, Zhao Mingyang felt that since Zhang Liang was so difficult in hand-to-hand combat, he must be good at some weird left-handed methods.

Can't give him a chance! Zhao Mingyang's expression was even more solemn after thinking about it, and he opened his posture and pasted Zhang Liang again. He knew that he was not good at dealing with spells, so he could only directly crush the opponent in front of him with his steel fist.

Zhang's conscience was bitter. This person is really unforgiving, and the pair of steel fists that shone with blue light made him smash his head and face in horror at this time.

Zhao Mingyang's punch was already eighty percent of his usual strength, how could Zhang Liang dodge in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, the steel fist with blue light hit Zhang Liang's shoulder.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound on the ground, and the collision between Zhao Mingyang's fist and Zhang Liang's shoulder actually made a sound of gold and iron.

Zhang Liang was knocked back five or six steps, his face full of luck. Zhao Mingyang's face was surprised and puzzled, his punch felt that it was not a human body, but a piece of hard metal.

In fact, when that fist hit, Zhang Liang's reaction was not enough to avoid it. But the Chixiao Sword in his body was as easy as he wanted, and it was protected on his shoulder the moment Zhao Mingyang hit him, making Zhang Liang escape again.

Zhao Mingyang's eyes became more solemn. It seems that this kid looks ordinary, and he really has some ways in private. He gritted his teeth and rose to his feet again.

This time, Zhao Mingyang didn't dare to stay at all. A set of family heirlooms of "Breaking the Formation Xuanqing Gong" fights rabbits and tigers. Punching elbows, knees and whip legs, Zhang Liang was like being hit by a storm for a moment, and he was swaying like flying in the wind.

Zhang Liang was suddenly under a lot of pressure. The strong man's rain-like attack on the opposite side made him unable to react at all, and he could only reluctantly manipulate Chixiao to flow quickly in his body with his mind, which could protect every part that was hit by Zhao Mingyang.

Zhao Mingyang became even more frightened. This kid was embarrassed on the surface, but he was hit dozens of times by a pair of iron fists that could crack the monument, and his face did not change. The sound of the punch and the sound of ping-pong was like venting against a statue made of pure steel.

Fight! Zhao Mingyang was ruthless in his heart. Since ordinary attacks can't help the opponent at all, they are forced to come up with some special moves. Zhao Mingyang's figure stopped shouting, and his originally somewhat dark face suddenly turned dark blue, and the green tendons on his thick and straight neck flared up.

Zhang Liang saw that his opponent suddenly stopped attacking, and hurriedly let out a long breath. This wave lasted only three minutes, but Zhang Liang was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Gotta find a way to fight back! Zhang Liang said secretly, after all, if you are always beaten, you will lose sooner or later.

Zhao Mingyang's figure began to tremble slightly, and a simple cyan armor slowly appeared in the void, antique, and it was slowly condensing and wearing on his body.

Zhang Liang secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good. He already had a shadow over this inexplicable appearance, and his instincts told him that his opponent who wore this green shell must have become more difficult.

Zhao Mingyang didn't let Zhang Liang wait too long, as soon as this ancient armor was condensed, he came to Zhang Liang again.

This time, as a layman in Haishan, Zhang Liang also felt a completely different terrifying momentum on his opponent. couldn't stop it, Zhang Liang secretly made a judgment.

Since you can't stop it, you can't stop it. Zhang Liang also had a plan in an instant.

Zhao Mingyang, who was covered in green armor, stepped forward, and the shadow from the huge body firmly covered Zhang Liang, and under the pull of the shoulder blade, the armor-covered fist of Pu Fan smashed down fiercely towards the somewhat thin body in front of him. At this moment, he also forgot that it was a trial, and there was no life left.

Zhang Liang felt the whirring wind above his head, and he didn't mean to dodge for a minute, he had already raised his left hand when Zhao Mingyang approached again, and pressed it towards the big man's chest.

Zhao Mingyang also realized the difference in Zhang Liang's handling of his attack this time, but he was full of confidence in the hardness of his set of broken formation armor, so he didn't care about the opponent's abnormal movements. All he had in his mind was his own punch. As long as this punch hits the opponent, then it's over.

Before the fist arrived, the momentum was the first. Zhang Liang even felt that his hair was sucked up by the vacuum brought out by the opponent's blow. He had been driven to the precipice.

"Chixiao!!" Zhang Liang opened his mouth and shouted.

Just when Zhao Mingyang felt that he had touched the scalp of this little man, suddenly there was a strong force in his chest, and he actually pushed him straight back.

Zhao Mingyang looked down in horror and saw that an ancient sword that appeared at an unknown time was pressing against his chest, stabbing the broken formation armor unstoppably. Under this blow, there was a "poof" cracking sound from the broken array armor.

"Impossible!" Zhao Mingyang's heart was shocked, and his face was incredulous. At the same time, he raised his whole body strength to resist the ancient sword that was still moving forward.

The Chixiao Sword emitted a faint red light, pushing Zhao Mingyang all the way to speed at high speed. Zhao Mingyang's black face was flushed, and he gritted his teeth and stood up. But in the end, he still couldn't control it, and as soon as his breath in his dantian was relaxed, the broken array armor around him shattered. The Chixiao Sword broke through the green armor and was still approaching, directly shattering the golden talisman on Zhao Mingyang's chest, and half of the tip of the sword pierced into his chest.

"Emperor" Chixiao out of the sheath, who can disobey its potential?

The sword qi raged from the wound inside Zhao Mingyang's body. Zhao Mingyang's throat was sweet, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees weakly. His eyes were full of disbelief and horror.

The victory and defeat have been decided, Zhang Liang rolled up his sleeves and wiped the blood on his head. Just being grazed by the big man's fist had already hurt him. He walked slowly towards his opponent with fear in his back, silently pulled out the sword stuck in his chest, and held it in his hand.

"Why?" Zhao Mingyang felt a little angry and annoyed in his heart, coughing and asking, "Since Your Excellency, as a sword cultivator, can collect the sword into the body, I am afraid that you have already reached the Huang Ting realm. I am definitely not your opponent, so why bother to deliberately show weakness in front of me to trick me! ”

Zhang Liang was a little puzzled when he heard this, and asked back, "What Huang Tingjing?" What sword cultivation? ”

"You!" Zhao Mingyang was so angry that he had another mouthful of blood. He secretly despised himself in his heart: This person's cultivation is extremely high, why is his character so bad! At this time, he was still pretending to be stupid and humiliating himself.

Zhao Mingyang's personality is upright, and he was about to scold him when he was humiliated. Unexpectedly, a burst of golden light suddenly lit up on his body, and the whole person disappeared before he could react.

Zhang Liang was also stunned, and immediately reacted. I'm afraid that this is a symbol of outing. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his knees began to feel a little weak, so he simply sat on the ground. This is the first time he has fought with a mountain and sea people, and Zhao Mingyang's fierce posture impressed him deeply. Domineering fists, terrifying green armor. If it hadn't been for the sudden shooting out of the red sky, Zhang Liang felt that his head might have been beaten into an open watermelon. Thinking of this, Zhang Liang couldn't help but raise the Chixiao Sword in his hand and take a closer look.

The moon-white ancient sword lost its pale red glow at this time, and held it quietly in his hand.

Zhang Liang's eyes flashed: It seems that this Chixiao Sword is much more powerful than he imagined. As for what the big man said, the word "sword cultivation" could still be understood by himself; What exactly does "Huang Tingjing" mean.

Zhang Liang was extremely depressed, there were so many things he needed to know.