Zhang Yang's words made Jin Douluo's mind have subtle fluctuations, and this subtle fluctuation was immediately reflected in his sword moves, ordinary people may not be able to see this subtle change to the extreme, but in the eyes of Zhang Daguan, Jin Douluo's sword moves showed great flaws, Zhang Yang's body shape suddenly changed, and he successfully broke through from the encirclement of thousands of sword flowers.

Jin Douluo secretly said that it was a pity, his mind was still affected after all, otherwise it would be impossible for Zhang Yang to escape from this heavy rain of his own. Jin Douluo thought too highly of this set of miserable wind and bitter rain swordsmanship, but he underestimated the energy of Zhang Daguan.

Zhang Yang stood not far away, shook his head and said: "Your move is still lacking in fire, the move is there, but unfortunately the internal strength is not the right way, the internal force of your cultivation is too strong, but this swordsmanship is feminine, it seems to force a big man to get an embroidery needle, even if it embroiders something, it is always difficult to become a boutique." ”

Jin Douluo was unmoved, and said with a smile: "Then you can see how well I embroider this flower?" The tip of the sword shook, and the sword moves surged towards Zhang Yang like the Yangtze River, and the moves were unpredictable.

Zhang Yang was not in a hurry to fight back, he still used the terrain of the practice room to dodge Jin Douluo's attack around the pillar, and the sword blade in Jin Douluo's hand pierced into the pillar, stabbing the pillar in front like a honeycomb.

Zhang Yang saw that Jin Douluo's miserable wind and bitter rain swordsmanship was not complete, and it seemed that there were still many omissions in the process of Jin Douluo's swordsmanship inheritance. One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion, Zhang Daguan is well versed in the grasp of the momentum in the duel, he has broken Jin Douluo's two swords, forcing him to take out the sword at the bottom of the box, and also used the most secret sword moves, but Jin Douluo's inventory at the bottom of the box is not unusual for Zhang Daguan, he has long known the swordsmanship of the bitter wind and rain, to say that what can make him have some interest is the ancient sword in Jin Douluo's hand.

Jin Douluo said: "What are you running away from? Just fight in a dignified way! The mentality of the two has obviously changed, and now it has become Jin Douluo's use of agitation against Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang said: "The way of martial arts pays attention to the balance of offense and defense, there is no only offense and no defense, and there is no reason to only defend and not attack, I am now on the defensive, in order to consume your internal strength, and when your internal strength declines, it is when I counterattack and attack." "This guy is also frank enough to tell Jin Douluo his thoughts.

When Jin Douluo heard it in his ears, he was angry and funny in his heart, this kid was really arrogant, but he did have a reason to be arrogant.

Jin Douluo said: "Okay, I'll wait for you to counterattack and attack!" ”

Zhang Yang took two steps back, his hand stretched out to the side, and a bamboo sword hanging not far away flew towards him, Zhang Daguan held the sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "That's good, come and don't be rude, you have been chasing me for so long, if I don't fight back, wouldn't it be too cowardly, look at the sword!" The bamboo sword suddenly stepped forward, and a wisp of sword qi pierced the void first.

The blood-drinking sword in Jin Douluo's hand was woven into a sword net in front of him, and the sword qi that was revealed by Zhang Yang hit the sword net, sending out waves! There was a muffled sound on the ground, Jin Douluo's arms shook violently, and his breath was suffocated, compared to the pressure brought to him by the hard confrontation, the shock in Jin Douluo's heart was greater, Zhang Yang seemed to attack with a bamboo sword, but in fact, it was the qualitative and invisible sword qi that attacked, and the bamboo sword was just a prop for him.

Jin Douluo's heart couldn't help but be gloomy, he asked himself that swordsmanship was no longer surpassed by few people in the world, but he still couldn't get rid of the realm of using swords, and Zhang Yang's cultivation in swordsmanship had actually surpassed him.

Jin Douluo shouted angrily, the most mysterious move in the bleak wind and bitter rain sword was used, Zhang Yang recognized this move, it was the bleak wind and bitter rain, and in Jin Douluo's generation, this move was given an elegant name, the cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and the sword momentum was like a bleak wind and bitter rain, endless.

The bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand also shook and hummed! With a low roar, he actually greeted the blood-drinking sword in Jin Douluo's hand with the same move, the two swords kept intertwining in the void, and the crackling sound was endless, the blood-drinking sword was as sharp as clay, and the bamboo sword collided more than 100 times in a short period of time in the air, but the bamboo sword was not damaged in the slightest, this was not because of Jin Douluo's mercy, he hated to cut off the bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand with a single sword, but Zhang Yang's control of the bamboo sword had reached the point of doing whatever he wanted, and every time the weapons intersected, he cleverly avoided the edge of drinking blood, Although drinking blood is extremely sharp, every time it hits the bamboo sword, it is the sword body, how can it cut the bamboo sword? Jin Douluo's strongest move still couldn't repel Zhang Yang, what shocked him was that Zhang Yang actually used the same sword move to deal with his attack, at this time Jin Douluo was already disheartened, he also understood that if Zhang Yang really wanted to go all out, he would have already been defeated, and after this sword move was finished, he couldn't afford to continue the attack, so he stood still in place.

Seeing that Jin Douluo was no longer attacking, Zhang Yang also withdrew two steps and stood opposite him. Although Zhang Daguan said a lot, he still saved enough face for Jin Douluo when he really fought, this is South Korea after all, he doesn't want to take over Liang Zi with Jin Douluo because of the competition, today's win or loss has no meaning to him.

Jin Douluo looked at the blood-drinking sword in his hand, the name of the sword was blood-drinking, and there was no blood to return, but today it seemed that he was going to make an exception, Jin Douluo sighed and said, "That's it!" With a wave of his right hand, he threw the blood-drinking sword in his hand towards the beam above.

The blood-drinking sword was plunged into the beam, and the blade trembled and hummed.

At this time, I suddenly heard a cold voice say: "You yourself are not good at learning, but you are angry at the blood-drinking sword, it's really ridiculous!" ”

Zhang Daguan couldn't help but have a headache when he heard this voice, although he couldn't understand what the other party said, but from the voice, he had already judged that Wen Ling was coming.

Wen Ling stood on the beam, the blood-drinking sword had fallen into her hand, what she said just now was in Korean, Jin Douluo could hear it clearly, but it was the first time that Zhang Daguan heard her speak Korean, anyway, he couldn't hear anything wrong, and he felt that Wen Ling spoke Korean more standard than Koreans.

Jin Douluo saw the Blood Drinking Sword fall into the hands of this strange woman, and immediately became nervous, this Blood Drinking Sword meant nothing to him, it was equivalent to a token of the head of the sect on a certain level, he roared angrily: "Give me back!" ”

Wen Ling snorted coldly, her body twisted and flew down from the air, the blood-drinking sword in her hand shook, and the sword rain poured down towards Jin Douluo.

Zhang Yang secretly shouted that it was not good, and it was too late when he stepped forward to help Jin Douluo, but he saw that there were already more than a dozen sword marks on Jin Douluo's shoulders and arms, and blood seeped out from the sword marks, but fortunately, it did not hurt the vital point, and it seemed that Wen Ling had already shown some mercy when he started.

Zhang Yang swung the bamboo sword and also attacked her with the bleak wind and bitter rain swordsmanship, in the face of this godsister between martial arts and his own uncle, Zhang Yang of course would not show mercy to his subordinates, both of them used the bleak wind and bitter rain swordsmanship, for a while in the practice room, you came and went, and fought together.

Jin Douluo saw that the two of them were using their own swordsmanship, but the subtlety of the moves was not much stronger than his own, witnessing such a scene, Jin Douluo's face was difficult to see, and the whole person was discouraged, Zhang Yang and Wen Ling were so young, the martial arts of the two had been perfected, and the so-called strong had their own strong hands, and Jin Douluo now understood that Zhang Yang had not shown his true strength at all just now.

In the midst of the fierce fight, I suddenly heard a bang! With a bang, the bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand was cut into two pieces by Wen Ling, and at the same time, Zhang Yang's palm also hit Wen Ling's shoulder.

Wen Ling took a few steps back one after another, she shook her head and said, "Shibei should be impressed and publicized for three days, have you cultivated the Mahayana decision?" ”

Zhang Daguan is used to pretending to be stupid: "I don't understand what you're talking about?" ”

Wen Ling sneered: "Today's palm, I will write it down first." After saying this, she slammed into the window behind her, slammed it open, and her body flew like a big bird towards the dense forest in the distance of the Sword Pavilion.

Jin Douluo roared angrily, "Where to go? "He is the blood-drinking sword that feels sorry for himself. When he chased to the window and looked out, where could he still find Wen Ling's shadow. Aside from Wen Ling's swordsmanship, her light skills alone have already made him unreachable.

Zhang Yang came to Jin Douluo's side, looked out the window, and said in a low voice, "Forget it!" Poor Kou Mo Chase! ”

Jin Douluo said angrily: "But she snatched my sword!" ”

Zhang Daguan looked at Jin Douluo, who was covered in blood, and smiled secretly in his heart, this blood-drinking sword really deserves its reputation, there is no blood, and it has been done for a long time to suck the blood on Jin Douluo's body. In fact, Wen Ling was obviously merciful to his subordinates just now, if Wen Ling wanted to kill Jin Douluo, Jin Douluo at this time had already become a dead corpse.

Zhang Yang said: "Does your injury matter?" ”

Jin Douluo shook his head, what he suffered was only some skin injuries, and it didn't hurt his muscles and bones, he suffered two setbacks in a row today, for Jin Douluo, the physical trauma was secondary, and the frustration and frustration in his heart were the greatest in his life.

Zhang Yang took out a jade bottle from his arms, which contained Jin Chuangyao, this guy had already prepared, of course he was not prepared for himself, he had considerable confidence in himself, he knew before coming here that even if someone was injured today, the injured person would never be himself.

Jin Douluo didn't refuse his kindness, Zhang Yang helped him treat the wound, Jin Douluo put on a new set of practice clothes, his practice clothes were all exactly the same, if you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see it.

Jin Douluo's old face was full of frustration, originally he asked Zhang Yang to come to the fourth-floor practice room to compete alone to give his niece Cui Xianzhu face, but now that he thinks about it, he has to be prescient, otherwise he would lose his face today if he competes in front of everyone.

Thank you wingofgod for happy luck Wang Baai Lamb unloading the picture Wu Yao stupid fairy ten sticks can not stun the Far Traveler and all the brothers and sisters who rewarded the octopus, the octopus has nothing to repay, but to write a book seriously, and repay you with a story! Bow again and thanks! (To be continued)