Jin Douluo saw through Zhang Yang's intention to provoke him, and smiled indifferently: "Do you think that only the Chinese martial arts family dominates the world?" He stood up, and a powerful momentum rushed towards Zhang Yang like a sea of mountains.

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "In my opinion, Goryeo martial arts is only a branch of Zhonglu Hua martial arts, there is no doubt about this. ”

Jin Douluo said: "The biggest characteristic of the Chinese is that they like to talk about the glorious achievements of their ancestors all day long. ”

Zhang Yang said: "That's better than impersonating the achievements of other people's ancestors to your own head!" ”

Jin Douluo made an inviting gesture.

Zhang Yang said: "Guests are as they please, since this is the Sword Pavilion, Mr. Jin's swordsmanship must be good. ”

Jin Douluo was a little angry by this guy's delirium, but he quickly calmed down the emotional waves, the master competition, the most important thing is the psychological fight, before the fight, the psychological fight between each other has already begun, from the moment Zhang Yang walked into the practice room, he deliberately aroused Jin Douluo's anger, anger can stimulate a person's attack power, but it can also make a person lose his mind.

Jin Douluo obviously didn't have a trap of flamboyance, he smiled indifferently: "It's better to be respectful than to obey!" He quietly took two steps back as he spoke.

Zhang Yang found that Jin Douluo's person was indeed not simple, he invited himself to fight without an audience, first of all, in order to be able to concentrate on this decisive battle, if someone else was present, Jin Douluo would not have taken two steps back at the beginning.

These two steps seem ordinary, in fact, Jin Douluo is preparing for the carving, the distance chosen with the sword and the fist is different, although it is just a simple truth, from this it can be seen that Jin Douluo takes every detail seriously, and he does not think very highly of himself, even in the face of Zhang Yang, a young junior, there is no frame at all.

Jin Douluo said, "There are five hundred and seventy-one swords here, you can choose any one." ”

Zhang Daguan put his hands behind his back, still with that heartless smile, but the words he said could make people angry: "I don't need to pull out the scrape for you!" ”

No matter how good Jin Douluo's cultivation is, he can't help but be a little annoyed, this guy really has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he is so arrogant that he doesn't know the height of the sky, Jin Douluo nodded slowly and said, "Okay, please!" He paused his right foot slightly, and the long moment on the brush holder behind his right side flew into the air.

Jin Douluo didn't look at it, his right hand stretched out and held the hilt of the sword steadily, and his left hand immediately fell on the hilt, his hands raised and scraped and slowly drooped down and his body became ninety degrees, and the scabbard pointed to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Yes, Master Jin really deserves his reputation!" ”

Jin Douluo smiled and said, "Take it!" "The strong internal force is concentrated on the carving, and I only hear the buzz! With a bang, the sheath unexpectedly flew out of the carving, as if a strong crossbow shot out, the distance between Zhang Yang and Jin Douluo was only three meters, at such a close distance, the kung fu scabbard had already rushed to his front door in an instant.

Zhang Yang didn't dodge or dodge, his right hand was raised, and he actually used two fingers to clamp the scabbard that Jin Douluo shot out with internal force, and the scabbard was forcibly stopped by his fingers from rushing forward.

As soon as the connoisseur made a move, Zhang Yang's first shot had already proved that his arrogance and trust just now were by no means without reason, what Jin Douluo used was a bamboo carving, his swordsmanship did not have any flashiness, and he paid attention to practical results, the moment the scabbard shot out, the human sword was one, and the bamboo brush had stabbed towards Zhang Yang's chest like chasing the wind and lightning. The bamboo sword broke through the air and let out a sharp roar, and Zhang Daguan was used to seeing strong winds and waves, and he didn't dare to hold it too big, he took a step back, grabbed the hilt of the sword and faced the bamboo brush.

The carved scabbard covered the tip of the bamboo carving, but the bamboo brush continued to move forward, and the powerful internal force around the bamboo carving cracked the carved sheath, and the scabbard was exploded into countless pieces, which could not stop the bamboo carving from moving forward, and in an instant, the bamboo carving was only three inches away from Zhang Yang's throat. Zhang Daguan smiled and praised: "Good brushing method!" It was the same move, but this time it was a bamboo carving between the fingers of his right hand.

The moment Jin Douluo stabbed out with all his might, he stagnated between his fingers, unable to move forward any further.

Zhang Yang said: "Master Jin looks down on me? Actually carve a toy to deal with me? As he spoke, his fingers used his strength slightly, and with a click, the bamboo sword was broken into two pieces by him, and at the same time, he took a step back, dodging Jin Douluo's back hand.

Jin Douluo held the bamboo scraper that was only half left, and his face became extremely gloomy.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Come again!" ”

Jin Douluo didn't say a word, he jumped into the air, and grabbed an ancient sword hanging on the beam with both hands, boom! The ground was sheathed with an ancient brush, and the sword aura shrouded the entire room, after Jin Douluo got the carving, he swooped down from the air, and the whole person and this ancient carving fused into one, forming an invincible sword, slashing towards Zhang Yang's head, if the first sword Jin Douluo chose a bamboo sword, and his subordinates still had a face, this second brush, he had already done his best, and Zhang Yang showed his true strength in the battle just now, Jin Douluo was wise only if he didn't go all out today, not only could he not defeat Zhang Yang, but he was likely to lose in his hands. Zhang Daguan saw Jin Douluo swooping down from the air, and let out a sigh of admiration from the bottom of his heart, Jin Douluo's carving method has indeed been cultivated to the realm of the unity of human carving, and from his point of view, he can't see the flaws in Jin Douluo's move, but the perfection of the carving move does not mean that the skill has reached the extreme, Zhang Yang has improved his understanding of martial arts since he cultivated and refined the Mahayana technique. The most mysterious part of the Mahayana recipe is that it uses the environment. Of course, Zhang Daguan knew how to avoid his edge, there were a total of twelve pillars in the practice room on the fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion, and when Jin Douluo attacked, Zhang Yang had already dodged behind one pillar.

The brush blade cut obliquely from the corridor column, the corridor pillar was cut off from it, castration did not stop, still to Zhang Yang's body at full speed split, Zhang Yang's body was very fast, it had flashed to the back of the second corridor column, the brush gas followed like a shadow, cutting off the second corridor column, the carved qi was not only not attenuated, but the edge was more vigorous, scraped against the placket of Zhang Yang's chest, Zhang Daguan dodged this blow, and then hid behind the third corridor column.

Jin Douluo's sword move changed, changing to a thorn, the ancient sword pierced through the pillar, and the carving blade went straight to Zhang Yang's throat, the sawdust on the pillar was exploded by the sword qi, and countless sawdust of different sizes shot towards the face of the fan.

With a wave of his right hand, Zhang Yang swept all the sawdust to the ground, and then slashed his palm on Gu Ke's side, and when there was a bang, the broken point fell vertically to the ground, and Jin Douluo's hand was only half cut off.

Zhang Daguan was still smiling so happily, this smiling face was extremely annoying in Jin Douluo's eyes, he couldn't wait to spit on this guy's face, but he heard Zhang Yang say: "Master Jin, your brushing method is really good, but it's a pity that you really don't have a good sword to line your hands!" ”

Jin Douluo threw the half-cut sword on the ground, looked at Zhang Yang calmly and said, "Good kung fu!" It's your resilience alone, and there are few people in the world who can match it. ”

"Master Jin has won the award! Why don't we stop here today, let's count it as a peace, I don't know what you think? ”

Jin Douluo said indifferently: "There is no turning back arrow when you open the bow, since you have to win or lose, you think my carving is not good, then I can only take out another good scrape worthy of you!" ”

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait!" ”

Jin Douluo walked slowly to the south, Zhang Yang only noticed at this time that there was an offering table placed directly south of the practice room, and a portrait was enshrined on the table, because Zhang Yang had exchanged hands with Jin Douluo just after he came in, so he didn't pay attention to who was painted on the portrait?

Jin Douluo knelt down in front of the portrait, bowed respectfully three times, and said in a low voice: "Master Zu, my younger brother is not talented, borrow it!" After he said this, he stood up again, came to the picture scroll of the ancestor master, twisted the scroll, and slowly pulled out an ancient sword from under the scroll, the ancient brush was wrapped in black cloth, it looked like it was only four feet long, Jin Douluo held it with both hands, and bowed to the portrait again, then turned around, looked at Zhang Yang and said: "This sword is called drinking blood, it has a history of 1,300 years, once it is unsheathed, it will inevitably see blood."

Zhang Yang sighed: "The name is a good name, but it's a little more miserable." ”

Jin Douluo said: "The brushing method commensurate with it is even more tragic!" He slowly unwrapped the black cloth that wrapped the carved body, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled the blood drinking carving out of the scabbard, and the carved body was only half exposed, and the oppressive cold air had already diffused throughout the room, Jin Douluo pulled out the blood drinking sword, the sword body was thin and narrow, light and thin as paper, and after the carved sheath was drawn, it bounced like a spirit snake.

Zhang Yang has never seen such a strange weapon, this sword is more like a Western sword, Zhang Yang stared at this sword with interest: "The ancient is for the present, the foreign is for the Chinese, Master Jin is quite able to keep up with the trend of the times." After speaking, I thought that it should be for Korean use.

Jin Douluo said calmly: "Take it!" The hand trembled slightly, and the thin brush shook a carved flower in the void, and then transformed into two or three, and then spread continuously, and when it attacked Zhang Yang, it turned into thousands of bleak scratches that overwhelmingly enveloped Zhang Yang's whole body.

Zhang Daguan had already seen that this set of carvings was Jin Douluo's miserable wind and bitter rain sword at the moment when Jin Douluo made a move, as early as when he was in the Xiangshan Courtyard, Zhang Yang had learned about this set of swordsmanship from the rubbing, and it could be inferred that Jin Douluo's martial arts did come from Jin Xuanwu's transmission.

Zhang Yanglang laughed loudly: "The bleak wind and bitter rain wipe! I can't imagine that the carving method of the golden illusion can be passed down to this day! ”

Zhang Yang's words made Jin Douluo's heart tremble, the bitter wind and rain carving is a secret that is not passed down in his door, it has always been the same as master and apprentice, since he learned it, he has not used it on anyone, I didn't expect Zhang Yang to see through his carving method at a glance!

(To be continued)