Jing Chong's expression was firm, his eyes were like electricity, deep and cold, and inviolable, he just looked at Zhai Xingniang opposite, with a pair of ancient eyes without waves.

Even if the other party is now pear blossoms with rain, delicate and weak, he still can't win half of his pity.

The dark face was gloomy and about to drip water, and the next moment, Jing Chong was even more spitting words like ice,-for-tat, "Zhai Xingniang, show the knife, I want to take back what belongs to me!"

A simple sentence has already driven the emotions of everyone in the ring, although the conversation between the two did not clearly reach everyone's ears, but everyone still really knows that a vigorous battle is about to be staged.

Thinking of Jing Chong's previous strength, and thinking of Zhai Xingniang's past resounding fame, a trace of unconcealable expectation quickly appeared in the eyes of the onlookers, they were not only looking forward to the result of this battle, but also the excitement of the dragon battle.

In the ring, Zhai Xingniang, who was originally like a pear blossom, slowly restrained her expression, full of grievances no longer existed, and she only had complaints and hatred in her heart, she complained about why her father gave her a treasure knife, and then made herself so reluctant, and hated why the young man in front of her appeared here, and was so entangled, she didn't want to lose her beloved, so she had to choose to defend desperately.

For a moment, two different auras suddenly collided in the void, and a pair of beautiful big eyes fluttered with cold light, and at the moment of confrontation with the deep eyes on the opposite side, fierce sparks burst out in an instant.

At the same time, seeing that the red lips opened lightly, the teeth clucked, and the proud temperament spontaneously emerged, she said the same word, without giving in, "I want to take it back, and see if you have the ability!"

Before the words fell, I saw Zhai Xingniang take the lead in stirring the apricot yellow clothes, and her seemingly delicate body suddenly turned into an afterimage, waving the bright steel knife in her hand and slashing towards the opposite door of Jing Chong.

Suddenly the blood was everywhere, the cold air hit people, and before the knife arrived, the cold cold air already made people sweat and hair, and their whole body trembled, even if it was like Jing Chong now, they didn't dare to look directly at the edge, and gave up the usual preemptive strike.

"The legs are like a whirlwind, the feet are like a drill, the eyes and nose are like the heart, and the palms are like electricity!" This is the core of the whirlwind's 100-step shadowless palm, and it is also the ultimate performance of this set of palm techniques.

Got rid of the shackles of the early loose, slow, even, large, empty, and empty six words, it completely directly entered the wonderful use of the word "spirit", the first six words are based on slow, and the emphasis is on the latter strike, to force the people, and when it comes to the spirit word key, it suddenly turns to attack and take the yellow dragon

Only by reaching the realm of "internal strength and accumulation, spiritual shadow" can you attack without its full strength in your heart, such a mysterious attack, with the rapid footwork and body method, in an instant, you can see Jing Chong's body dripping and turning, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, moving left and right, flying up and down, Ya is not as good as the whirlwind is approaching, the dust storm is coming, and its power is unstoppable

Although he is still bare-handed, he still seems to be able to shuttle freely and easily in the face of the attack of Zhai Xingniang's treasure knife in his hand on the opposite side.

The blood qi on the steel knife, with the sharp increase in Zhai Xingniang's speed, also became more and more intense, the bloody qi in the sky continued to spread, and in an instant, I saw that a blood rainbow was formed in the void, and the blood rainbow was densely covered like a match, and where it passed, it could depict a residue in the void, such a strange attack, if it really touched the person's body, it would inevitably burst out of blood in an instant, and the stump would fall.

Although Jing Chong is brave, but the opposite Zhai Xingniang is also not weak, a few years of hard practice, her achievements are far from those ordinary disciples can be compared, she has always been the same as Gongye Changxun, one makes a sword, one makes a sword, but the two have their own uniqueness, often when they practice, they will learn from each other, learn from each other's strengths, so even if Zhai Xingniang is just a girl who looks extremely delicate, but she also has the experience of facing the enemy and being in a big array for a long time.

A knife was held in her hand, dancing like a cloud flowing in one go, plus she herself was hostile to Jing Chong, so there was no mercy for her subordinates in the battle, the move was urgent, the knife was vicious, and every move was a slash towards the fatal place.

But it is undeniable that even though this Zhai Xingniang is resolute, ruthless, and ruthless, she does not really have the heart to die.

Whenever the steel knife approached, she would deliberately suppress the blood of the steel knife, and quickly changed the knife moves, just forcing Jing Chong to retreat again and again.

Of course, such details were quickly caught by Jing Chong, although in the face of the repeated attacks of the steel knife, Jing Chong always had a clever way to dodge and dodge, but the bloody blood that was constantly released on the steel knife was really painful, and when he found that Zhai Xingniang on the opposite side deliberately suppressed the exposure of the blood, he couldn't help but feel a little grateful.

But after all, the two sides are now in a hostile position, so even if the subtle apologies keep coming, Jing Chong still doesn't have the slightest intention of letting go.

The palms of both hands are getting faster and faster, and the transformation of the power of the whole body is like flowing water, and the arms are poured into the arms, and the legs are firmly fixed on the stage, sometimes lifting the qi and being as light as a swallow, and sometimes high-five the force hangs a thousand catties.

The whirring palm wind became denser and denser, and the next moment only the afterimage was seen in the ring, and Jing Chong's true body could not be found, and the black figure continued to shuttle between the gaps filled with knife qi, even in the face of the other party's suppression, it still seemed to be extremely easy.

Therefore, after the battle between the two sides lasted for a stick of incense, Zhai Xingniang, who was originally galloping like lightning and turning over knives, gradually became defeated.

After all, she is a woman, even if her sword skills are superb and aggressive, she can't help but fall behind in terms of physical strength, after all, Jing Chong's training in the past three years is far from being comparable to her.

The work of fetching water from Qingtan in the first year alone had already raised his strength to the extreme, and coupled with the subtle movement of the whirlwind's hundred steps without a shadow, he became even more powerful.

If he hadn't always been worried about the bloody aura of the steel knife on the other side, I am afraid that he would have already slapped his palm and caused the other party to fall off the stage.

But even so, after such a long time of fighting, Zhai Xingniang on the opposite side still felt that her physical strength was gradually exhausted, and then she saw that her feet kept flying back, and the blood on the steel knife gradually faded, and what appeared in front of her was no longer the fierce knife, it was no longer much different from the ordinary steel knife.

Immediately afterwards, Dan saw her sweating, delicate, panting, and swinging the knife in vain, and had no power to fight back, and soon saw that her hands and feet were flustered and lost her discipline.

At this critical moment, Jing Chong saw the right time, and waved his palm straight towards Zhai Xingniang's door.

In the face of the bad wind, Zhai Xingniang hurriedly stretched out her hand to resist, but this palm was really a false move, waiting for the moment when the opponent's palm was raised, the left shoulder suddenly burst into the air, and Leng Buding saw Jing Chong's figure move forward, and made a series of moves of "probing the bag and taking things", the left palm slapped on the opponent's shoulder, and the right palm bent into a claw, and held the opponent's right wrist in an instant.

With her fingers gently pinching her wrist, Zhai Xingniang felt that her arm was weak, and the steel knife in her palm suddenly came out.

But in an instant, Jing Chong's left hand returned, and unfortunately happened to hold the falling hilt, with a slight wrist, the blade turned with it, but seeing that the blood flashed, the bright steel knife was already on Zhai Xingniang's white neck.

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