"Either you die or I die!" When Wen Ling said this, she had already raised her sword and rushed towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang raised the sword in his hand upward, instigating the sword in Wen Ling's hand to change direction, and his body flew upside down into the underground river with Wen Ling's power.

Wen Ling also chased after the past.

But when he saw Zhang Yang stepping on the water surface on tiptoe, his body suddenly jumped into the air, flying more than ten feet against the water surface, and the fireflies gathered on the water surface were scattered.

Although Wen Ling's martial arts are amazing, she has reached the point of crossing the water in Dengping, but if she doesn't rely on external objects, she can't achieve the realm of walking on the water like Zhang Yang, not because her internal strength is not as good as Zhang Yang, but because she doesn't understand Mahayana decision, and she can't use everything around her freely.

Wen Ling threw the scabbard of the blood-drinking sword into the water, stepped on the scabbard with both feet, and urged the scabbard with internal force, and traveled quickly along the underground river, the scabbard broke the waves and galloped, forming a white water mark behind it.

Zhang Daguanren's every step is really stepping on the water, because he was attacked in the bathroom, so he didn't even have time to put on shoes, but there are also benefits of not wearing shoes, if Zhang Daguanren stepped on the water with shoes on the water, it would definitely not achieve the amazing effect now, Mahayana decided to pay attention to the unity of heaven and man, and the bare feet of the Daguanren were in direct contact with the water surface, which could give full play to this point. The water is soft, soft and rigid, can smooth the edges and corners of the rock, can be worn by water droplets, the underground river is turbulent, Zhang Daguan stepped on it, using the power of the water flow, even on the water surface of the dark tide, he still controlled the rhythm very well, the biggest mystery of the Mahayana decision is the unity of heaven and man, and the external force can be turned into its own use.

Wen Ling stepped on the scabbard and sped through the waves. The speed was extremely fast, and she and Zhang Yang ran on the same water. In fact, there is an essential difference between the two, Wen Ling must urge the scabbard with internal force, and must constantly consume internal force on the way, while Zhang Yang uses the Mahayana decision to conform to the potential power of the water flow, his running uses the power of the water flow itself, and every contact between the soles of the feet and the water surface uses the Yongquan point to absorb external force, and quickly recovers the internal force that has just been lost.

The water in front of him suddenly became turbulent, and Zhang Yang was very familiar with the environment of the underground river. Knowing that there was a waterfall about five meters in front of him, he stepped on a rock jutting out of the water in front of him with his left foot, and his body flew out of the air.

Wen Ling's speed was not inferior to him in the slightest, and she snorted. The body flies off the scabbard. A little cold star in her hand shot towards the back of Zhang Yang's heart, which was the poisonous needle she had stored in her palm in advance.

The instrument knife in Zhang Daguan's hand was reversed, and the poisonous needle was in the middle of the blade. There was a sharp clanging sound, the fire splashed in the darkness, and Zhang Yang's body flew straight forward for more than five zhang, and the instrument knife in his hand was stretched out, a little on the rock wall on the right, and his body flew backwards to the left.

After Wen Ling missed the surprise attack, she also pounced on the stone wall on the other side. Grabbing the hole in the stone wall with one hand, his eyes blazing at Zhang Yang on the opposite side. Zhang Yang was already standing on the boulder opposite. He looked at Wen Ling with a smile and said: "Back then, Jin Zhuwu used to fight the two masters of the Sui Palace here, the first shot in the world, Chu Zitong, the arrows piercing the clouds, the wounds on this rock are all the traces left by them back then, and when I found it here, their bones were still there." ”

Wen Ling said: "What else did you find?" ”

Zhang Yang said: "It's nothing, just this knife, as well as Qiu Yan's spear head, Chu Zitong's arrowhead tip, I pity them for lying in the cold and wet ground for more than a thousand years, so I chose a place to bury them, what?" Isn't there a little sadness in your heart? You don't have to be sad, it won't be long before I send you to meet them! ”

A cold glint flashed in Wen Ling's eyes, and she exclaimed, "Today is either you die or I die!" She exerted force with her arm, and the whole person flew out of the stone wall, raised her sword with both hands in the air, and slashed at Zhang Yang with all her strength.

The sword qi diffused to a radius of three zhang, and the underground river water was forced by the sword qi, stirring up a column of water like a thunderbolt. Zhang Daguan shouted hello, Wen Ling seemed to be provoked by herself, and did her best to complete the attack.

Seeing Wen Ling's terrifying momentum, Zhang Yang was already convinced that her martial arts had fully recovered, and the Blood Drinking Sword and the Ritual Sword were both weapons used by Jin Xuanwu during his lifetime, since the Ritual Sword contained the secret of the Mahayana Decision, there may also be other martial arts secrets hidden in the Blood Drinking Sword.

Wen Ling's attack had already arrived in front of her, and Zhang Yang had no intention of fighting with her at all, and fled to the right side. The blood-drinking sword slashed at the place where Zhang Yang was standing just now, and a two-meter-long crack was split in the hard rock, and stone chips and dust flew all over the sky, but Zhang Yang had already made a clever switch with Wen Ling and fled to the opposite rock.

"Coward!" Wen Ling gritted her teeth.

Zhang Yang smiled: "Radical method? It didn't work for me! ”

The two of them looked at each other across the underground river about three feet wide, and their flamboyant tactical thinking was to preserve their strength to the greatest extent and consume Wen Ling's internal force as much as possible, and when her internal strength declined, they would start to turn to a full-scale counterattack.

Since Wen Ling knew that Zhang Yang had mastered the Mahayana decision, of course she understood that Zhang Yang's internal strength recovery speed was far better than herself, and if she fought a protracted battle with him, she would inevitably fall behind, so she had to fight quickly. Wen Ling stood proudly on the boulder, raising the blood-drinking sword in one hand, and slowly stretching the other, drawing an arc in the void, and the flickering fluorescence around her illuminated her palm, which gradually became transparent.

Zhang Yang frowned, and said secretly, life and death seals? Wen Ling's life and death seal has obviously not yet been practiced to the fire, and Zhang Yang doesn't think that she can hurt herself by relying on this set of exercises.

Wen Ling grabbed it, the water under her feet made a loud noise, a water column up to ten meters high flew into the sky, Wen Ling rushed to the opposite side almost at the same time, she rushed into the water column excited by internal force, the blood-drinking sword waved wildly, and thousands of water lines were stimulated by her internal force, and shot overwhelmingly towards Zhang Yang on the opposite side.

Zhang Daguan secretly shouted that it was not good, this was the cold rain in the bleak wind and bitter rain swordsmanship that entered Wu at night, when he was in Seoul, Zhang Yang had learned from Jin Douluo's hands, but Jin Douluo's understanding of this set of swordsmanship could not be compared with Wen Ling at all. The waterlines all pay attention to Wen Ling's extremely strong internal force, which is tantamount to a strong bow, if it is shot, the body will inevitably be pierced.

Zhang Yang wielded the instrument knife impermeable, and the waterline kept hitting the knife curtain formed by the instrument knife. The sound of air currents colliding is endless.

Wen Ling's body flashed out of the water column, and she shouted angrily. A slapped on the water column, and the water column condensed into ice in an instant, and a section of icicles with a diameter of about one meter and a length of three meters was driven by Wen Ling and crashed towards Zhang Yang at full speed.

Zhang Daguan didn't expect that Wen Ling's skills had not only fully recovered, but also that she had condensed into ice in a short period of time, which was enough to prove that her Yin Sha Shura Palm had cultivated to the peak state.

The light of the knife curtain was suddenly retracted, and the flamboyant figure reappeared. He held his knife in both hands, and the combination of human knives was like a sharp arrow being shot, rushing towards the huge icicle at full speed.

The instrument knife stabbed into the icicle, and Zhang Daguan's strong and domineering internal force shook the icicle to break. The instrument knife drove in. Over there, Wen Ling's body appeared behind the icicle, and the blood-drinking sword in his hand met the instrument knife at an astonishing speed, and the blades of the blades collided together. The Blood-Drinking Sword is tough and curved like a bow.

There seemed to be light flowing in Wen Ling's white and red palm, and she slapped it towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Daguan was also unambiguous, and the same palm greeted Wen Ling, and his palms collided together, sending out a puff! There was a muffled thud on the ground. There seemed to be a strange attraction in Wen Ling's palm, sticking Zhang Yang's palms together. The skin on her palms was getting redder and redder at this point.

The two of them abandoned the swords in their hands almost at the same time, Zhang Yang smashed a fist at Wen Ling, Wen Ling stretched out his palm against his fist, and the two changed from fighting with swords to fists and feet, and now they are completely competing with internal force.

The bodies of the two fell straight from the void and fell into the underground river, the river was not deep, just submerged their waists, the pores of Zhang Yang's body expanded, and streams of clear water entered his body from the surroundings, constantly replenishing his lost internal force.

Wen Ling's hands became more and more red, as if they were growing on Zhang Yang's hands, and the river flowing around them seemed to be getting slower and slower, and finally condensed into ice, the battle of internal force was completely a life-and-death struggle, Zhang Yang did not dare to have any negligence, while actively supplementing the internal force, while rising up to fight against Wen Ling with all his might.

As the internal strength of the two was drastically depleted in the competition, the color of Wen Ling's hands gradually faded, and what made Zhang Yang feel horrified was that his hands actually began to turn red slowly, and it seemed that Wen Ling infected the color to his body. Zhang Yang didn't know much about the seal of life and death, but when he was **, he witnessed Chen Xue scare Wen Ling away with such a method, but now Wen Ling seems to have mastered the method of the seal of life and death and used it on herself.

Wen Ling's eyes showed a little smugness, but Zhang Yang's internal force did not show the slightest sign of weakening, she knew that this must be because of Zhang Yang's practice of Mahayana, although Wen Ling did not understand Mahayana decision, but she knew that the biggest mystery of Mahayana decision was the unity of heaven and man, and she could use all the surrounding environmental conditions to quickly replenish her internal force. Wen Ling gave up the idea of fighting with Zhang Yang for a long time, and the use of hard internal force competition was the result of her careful consideration, Wen Ling believed that even if the Mahayana duel was magical, it was impossible to replenish all the internal force consumed in a short period of time.

The tactics used by Wen Ling are full of the meaning of losing both, the reason why she dares to take risks to do so is because she thinks that her internal strength is slightly better than Zhang Yang, not to mention that after she got the Blood Drinking Sword, she has already mastered the key to the seal of life and death.

(To be continued)