Ling Jing knew that if he allowed Zuo Lengchan to continue to use it like this, his long sword would definitely break inch by inch, and if he didn't have a sword in his hand, then his martial arts would be wasted.

didn't have time to think about it at the moment, his wrist shook sharply, and after hearing only two "pops", the long sword had already been withdrawn from Zuo Lengchan's palms.

Zuo Leng Chan was caught off guard, and failed to continue to lock Ling Jing's long sword, but at the moment, he only sneered, the "Cold Ice True Qi" was transported in his arms, his palms were snow-white, and two clouds of white light flew up and down, and attacked Ling Jing again.

Ling Jing took the opportunity to glance at his long sword, only to see that the first half of the sword body was full of cracks, although it was not completely shattered in a moment, but if he took a few more moves from Zuo Lengchan, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it.

Now although he has learned the "Mixed Yuan Palm", if you want to talk about the palm technique, where is Zuo Lengchan's opponent, without a sword, it is estimated that even escaping will be a problem.

At the moment, he was even more cautious, and sank into the "no move" realm of nearly eighty percent, just relying on the subtlety of "Dugu Nine Swords", he always retreated with Zuo Lengchan's palms, but he didn't dare to make a move with all his strength.

The two of them fought and walked, each stepping on an iron chain and running towards the other end of the pontoon bridge.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought more than 20 moves, but Zuo Lengchan opened the "Cold Ice Artistic Conception", and every time he made a move, a stream of Cold Ice True Qi poured into his right arm along Ling Jing's long sword, and in just a moment, his right arm was already covered with frost.

Ling Jing's face was a little blue, but he was invaded by Zuo Lengchan's "Cold Ice True Qi", and he was not suppressed by the air power for a while, and this extremely cold internal force had already invaded his lungs along the tendons and veins in his hands.

He knew that if he continued like this, even if he was not slapped to death by Zuo Lengchan's palm, he would be slowly grinded to death by this cold air.

immediately glanced at Zuo Lengchan intently, but saw that the other party's face was so neat, every move was orderly, even if there were flaws exposed, it was not a fatal flaw.

Ling Jing knew that this kind of grandmaster-level master had long been familiar with these moves, even if he could suppress the moves with the "Dugu Nine Swords", this person could also make up for this disadvantage with his superhuman internal strength and subtle "artistic conception", and even faintly restrain his swordsmanship in turn.

At this time, it is really not appropriate to continue to consume with Zuo Lengzen.

He squinted and glanced at the opposite side of the pontoon, at this time, there was only four or five zhang away from the mountain peak on that side, if there was no Zuo Lengzen entanglement, with his own body, it would only take a few steps to cross.

But will Zuo Lengchan watch himself fall behind?

You don't have to think about it to know the answer.

At this moment, Ling Jing suddenly made a false move, and a long sword suddenly danced into a small circle of light, and from the side, it was like a dozen swords forming a sword formation, and stabbed towards Zuo Lengchan with a roar.

Zuo Lengchan has always been a little jealous of Ling Jing's swordsmanship, although he is a martial arts master, but he will never underestimate his opponent because of his identity, not to mention that he has long been suspicious of Ling Jing's swordsmanship, this time seeing him make a move, it is really weird, for a moment, I don't know what his intentions are.

However, he was unusually calm in his heart, in the face of this sword, he suddenly turned his palm into a fist, and swung a fist diagonally downward, the fist was cold, only hearing the sound of "touch", the front end of Ling Jing's long sword had all shattered, and the scattered fragments fell into the abyss one after another.

Zuo Lengchan sneered, then swung out his left palm, carrying a white palm wind directly towards Ling Jing's chest.

Ling Jing's heart sank at the moment when the long sword was shattered, this kind of skillful move with strength is the most difficult for him to deal with now, even if the "Dugu Nine Swords" is exquisite, before entering the advanced realm, and at the same time without deep internal force as an aid, if you want to deal with a master like Zuo Lengchan, it is still a little stretched.

At this moment, seeing Zuo Lengchan slashing with his palm again, his feet were stunned, and he hurriedly retreated backwards.

But Zuo Lengchan's palm was cast under the first "cold ice artistic conception", although he retreated quickly, this palm wind was faster than him, and in an instant, it had already hit his chest.

"Bump!"

The palm wind hit his body, Ling Jing's chest suddenly hurt, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and then he felt a strange cold air instantly disperse from his chest to his whole body, which was mixed with a faint scorching aura, his body was unstable, and he fell out of the iron chain under his feet crookedly.

Zuo Lengchan saw Ling Jing fall off the chain, suddenly laughed, and then connected his feet, and a somersault had already landed on the opposite peak.

Zuo Lengchan turned around, then smiled coldly, with his palms facing down, he kept splitting out, only to hear a few loud noises of "bumper bumper", and with the shattering of the stones on the ground, the iron chains at the end of the mountain peak also fell out of the ground.

"Whoa!"

Several chains fell into the abyss, and the planks on the bridge fell out one after another.

After Ling Jing fell out earlier, he had already grabbed the iron chain with one hand, but Zuo Lengchan destroyed the pontoon bridge at this time, and involuntarily fell down with the iron chain.

Zuo Lengchan glanced at Ling Jing lightly, and after sneering, he turned around and walked towards the front entrance.

"Damn, old bastard!"

Ling Jing scolded in a low voice, but the situation at this time was not optimistic, he held half of the long sword in his right hand, but his body was constantly falling, and the "cold ice true qi" of Zuo Lengzen in his body was still at work, and there was a faint trace of scorching power that was constantly destroying his meridians, which was really weird.

This Zuo Lengzen's "cold ice true qi" should have been the internal force of the yin and cold, but now there is a faint trace of the power of the yang, and for a while, he was a little puzzled.

But at this moment, he also knew that it had reached the moment of a critical moment, and he didn't care about suppressing the injuries in his body, and after forcibly lifting his true qi, he reluctantly performed the "Golden Goose Gong" and flew forward a few steps.

It's just that he has now fallen into the abyss, and after exhausting his breath, he has only touched the stone wall of the opposite peak, but he is still a few feet away from the peak.

He hurriedly inserted half of the long sword into the stone wall, and only then did he temporarily stabilize his figure.

After taking two breaths, Ling Jing looked up behind him again, only to see that the pontoon bridge had completely fallen into the abyss, the wooden planks on the pontoon bridge were still floating in mid-air, and on the stone platform at the other end, a few iron chains were hanging alone.

"Whew!"

Ling Jing exhaled a breath of turbidity and said in his heart: "It's good that I learned the "Golden Goose Gong" before, otherwise I would have suffered." ”

If Shicai hadn't relied on the "Golden Goose Gong" method of horizontal emptiness, I was afraid that he would also fall into the abyss with these planks.

He clenched the hilt of the sword, and reluctantly breathed the disordered internal qi, then his right hand suddenly pulled hard, and his body climbed up for a distance, and then his right foot was a little on the hilt of the sword, and then he flew to the peak.

With his feet on the flat ground, Ling Jing's heart finally relaxed, but at this time, the cold power in his body could no longer be suppressed, and he was scurrying around in his meridians.

He glanced at the entrance in front of him, and where was Zuo Lengchan's figure, and after sighing, he hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to force out the cold power in his body.

Although Zuo Lengchan's "Cold Ice True Qi" is clever, fortunately, he didn't directly eat Zuo Lengchan's palm just now, but he was injured by this sharp palm wind, and the injury is not very serious, but the two forces of heat and cold in the body are very weird.

This cold force aside, it was the unique internal force of Zuo Lengchan's "Cold Ice True Qi", but this scorching power made Ling Jing a little confused.

Counting the several fights that Zuo Lengchan appeared in the original plot, it seems that he has never seen him use the internal force of the surname Yang, but what happened this time?

Ling Jing couldn't help but think about it while using his skills to force out the alien true qi in his body, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but think: "I got Zhang Wuji's handwritten letter in the Gen Gate, then there must not be nothing good in the other seven gates, at least Luo Feng can't be completely ignorant of the truth here, he must have a purpose when he enters the Dui Gate." ”

"If that's the case, could it be that Zuo Lengchan has obtained a martial art of cultivating the internal strength of the Yang surname in the Limen?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very likely, although the "Great Songyang Hand" of the Songshan faction was also a superior palm technique, but it was not a martial art of Zhigang Zhiyang, even if Zuo Lengchan was a grandmaster-level master, it was impossible to practice the internal force of the Yang surname from this palm technique.

And yin and yang are born together, but they also restrain each other, since Zuo Lengchan has cultivated the "Cold Ice True Qi", it is impossible to cultivate the internal strength of the Yang surname, so what kind of martial arts is the scorching internal energy in the body?

For a while, he was also a little puzzled, but he knew that if Zuo Lengchan really got some martial arts in the Limen and could practice with the "Cold Ice True Qi", then this person's martial arts would only be on a higher level.

So, even if Yue Buqun really gets the "Evil Warding Sword Spectrum" in the future, will he still be Zuo Lengchan's opponent?

"Damn, didn't the plot change again, right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, although the plot of this world has changed a lot so far because of his intervention, the main line is still on the original trajectory.

With his foresight, he can easily move between the main line and the branches, but if the plot deviates from the main line, and his martial arts have not yet reached a certain height, it will be very disadvantageous to himself.

About a quarter of an hour later, the two true qi in his body were finally forced out of his body by him, and although he suffered some injuries on his body, his internal force was able to operate freely.

But at this time, he looked at his empty hands and couldn't help but sigh.

Previously, his saber had been destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, and now that he didn't have a sword in his hand, he felt a little bottomless, although the "Mixed Yuan Palm" was good, but with his current internal strength, he could only deal with ordinary first-class masters at most.

But at this time, among the characters gathered here, which one is simple, just talk about the characters in the Songshan Thirteen Taibao, a "big yin and yang hand" Le Hou can surpass himself in fist and foot kung fu.

He rubbed his eyebrows and said in his heart, "Where else do you have to go to grab a sword?" ”

(To be continued)