Yan Chiyang clearly felt the crisis that was happening to him, and like every person who is about to face a catastrophe, he tried to struggle.

When he is not as durable as his opponent, changing the rhythm may be the only way to achieve victory, Yan Chiyang's swordsmanship is sudden, the intention is to sword first, virtual and real, after each sword, there are countless changes hidden, Han Chuang only felt that the sword wind around him was whistling, as if there were dozens of bright and bright swords around him, and stabbed at him at the same time.

Han Chuang sighed and said secretly: "Yan Chiyang is really good, he can carry out the ultimate transformation in this situation." "Change is the hardest thing to do, and breaking the rhythm may be the key to victory, but more often than not, it can lead people into the abyss of failure.

You can't predict the result of the change, you can only do your best to maintain the change, and at the same time leave the result to God, just like Yan Chiyang is doing now.

Han Chuang could easily feel the resoluteness in Yan Chiyang's eyes, he had put the victory and defeat behind him, and maintained his swordsmanship wholeheartedly.

Han Chuang could only rely on the power of the Tai Chi Eighteen Swords to hold on to the portal, which was the safest method.

Yan Chi raised his sword and pointed at it, as if he had hit an invisible wall, and no matter how fierce his sword moves, he couldn't attack within three feet of Han Chuang.

Han Chuang sneered and shouted, "Yan Chiyang, this is the end!" The sword move suddenly unfolded, the sword circle began to rotate in the opposite direction, and the wind was loud, pressing towards Yan Chiyang like a mountain and a sea, and his body was like a light boat in a storm, swaying.

Yan Chiyang is by no means a person with a weak will, and in the face of such a crisis, his sword moves will change again, and he laughed and said, "That's not necessarily. The figure rose suddenly, and out of nowhere in his left hand, he pulled out a long sword, and used both swords, sometimes like a volley in the air, sometimes like an eagle striking nine heavens, and sometimes like wearing flowers around a tree. Strange tricks came out one after another, layer upon layer, and Han Chuang's attack was immediately stopped.

It turns out that Yan Chiyang's best skill is not the one-handed sword, but the double sword method of using a long sword with each hand in the left and right hands; the method of the double sword seems simple, but it is extremely difficult to use, such as Yan Qingfei's double sword of the son and mother is also based on the mother sword, supplemented by the child sword, but Yan Chiyang's double sword is not divided into primary and secondary, the two are parallel, as if the two of them use different swordsmanship, but they can cooperate with each other.

As soon as the two long swords were shaken open, the sky was filled with sword shadows, not only containing Han Chuang's attack, but even faintly eating away at his sword circle.

Although the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style is a first-class defensive swordsmanship, it is not invincible, just like at this moment, under Yan Chiyang's stormy attack, it is a little shaky.

Fortunately, Yan Chiyang has a handleless sword, and Han Chuang also has the subtlety of the eye of heaven, when he is concentrating and holding his breath, although Yan Chiyang's swordsmanship is fast, it is still within the scope of his perception, and he sees that he will dance a soft sword round, and the speed of drawing circles is getting faster and faster, and between the sword moves, there are some different things.

Yan Chiyang was devoting himself to the swordsmanship, and he didn't care about Han Chuang's changes at all, Han Chuang changed his previous tactics and actually took the initiative to send the long sword to Yan Chiyang's sword.

Hearing the sound, the two swords intersected, Yan Chiyang wanted to draw the sword out, but found that his long sword was like being sucked by a sucker, and he couldn't pull it back, and something even more surprising happened quickly, and the true qi in his body poured uncontrollably towards the blade of the sword.

"What is this?" he shouted.

Han Chuang sneered, "This is the power of the martial soul. ”

Yan Chiyang's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Impossible, I have seen Shenmu Wang Ding, and he will never have this ability." The long sword in his left hand drew an arc in the air and attacked Han Chuang.

Han Chuang sneered: "The technique stops here. Pulling Yan Chiyang's right-hand sword to meet his left-hand sword, a powerful cyclone appeared at the intersection of the three swords, Yan Chiyang wanted to withdraw, but it was impossible.

The wind stirred and ruffled his broken hair, his long hair fluttering, and his face twisted like a demon.

Yan Chiyang felt that the true qi of his whole body was pouring out, and said secretly: "If you go on like this, you have to be sucked dry by him." "Turning your heart sideways, I tried to raise my right hand with all my might.

He was wearing a black robe with two wide cuffs, and when he lifted it like this, the cuff of his right hand was facing Han Chuang's forehead, and he didn't see anything, and a wisp of cold wind popped out of the cuff.

Han Chuang shuddered, and saw a featherless short sword galloping towards him. It turned out that Yan Chiyang had a hidden sword in his cuffs, which was used for sneak attacks when he was close to his body.

The Hidden Blade is poisonous, Yan Chiyang didn't plan to use it in the competition, but if he didn't use it at this time, he would have to be sucked dry by Han Chuang, and this Hidden Blade was not unexpected, it was just that Han Chuang had to hide.

Han Chuang also understood this, sighed in his heart, the soft sword was shocked, he threw away the two long swords, and one sword slashed towards the Hidden Blade, only to hear the sound of the Hidden Blade, the Hidden Blade fell in response to the sound and broke into two.

Han Chuang took a deep breath and shouted, "Okay, Yan Chiyang, if you do a sneak attack in the martial arts competition, you are not afraid of losing the face of the Chixia Sect." The soft sword flew, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, so that to the extreme, the sword body turned into a light net, and saw Yan Chiyang's entire body shrouded in the net.

Yan Chiyang was already a little ashamed, and just wanted to explain, he saw the soft sword attacking, and he had no choice but to wield his double sword to resist.

When, when, when......

There was a dense sound, and the three swords collided in the air I don't know how many times, this time Yan Chiyang learned a lesson, the moment the long sword and the soft sword collided, it was closed with one touch, even if Han Chuang had the wonderful martial soul of devouring the martial soul, he couldn't absorb Yan Chiyang's true qi, and the two held each other again.

This fierce battle lasted for an hour, Qin Xiang'er had already chased out of the inn, came to the scene, and saw the two fighting to the evil place, and he was thrilled and dumbfounded when he looked at it.

She had already hid far to the side, but the overflowing sword qi still pierced her with chills all over her body. She used her true qi to resist, and thought to herself: "This Li Dazhu is really Brother Yan's fierce opponent, and if you want to defeat him, it seems that you have to be a real master of the concentrating period." ”

While he was still thinking about it, he saw that Yan Chiyang's swordsmanship gradually slowed down, as if it had been suppressed, and the tricks were issued, and it could be seen that he was obviously powerless.

This is also normal, the so-called rigid can not last long, although Yan Chiyang's swordsmanship is full of power, but blindly accelerating, it must be difficult to last, and he can only show fatigue at this time, because of his profound skills.

And Han Chuang has no worries about this, on the one hand, the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style is strong in defense, and the consumption of true qi is not much, on the other hand, just now the three swords intersected, and he also couldn't absorb Yan Chiyang's true qi, now it seems that he is really full of qi, better than before, and Yan Chiyang is a little weak.

Seeing this, Qin Xiang'er knew that Yan Chiyang would not be able to support it for long, so she hurriedly took off the yaoqin from behind, held the qin with her left hand, plucked the strings with her right hand, and the sound of the piano poured out.

Qin Xiang'er saw it clearly, and when the two of them were slightly separated, she shot the silver needle in the piano towards Han Chuang, and the silver light in the sky poured towards Han Chuang like rain.

Han Chuang frowned slightly, and shouted, "I shouldn't have spared your life if I knew it." "The soft sword is defended, the sword light is swirling, and the method of fighting the eight directions at night protects the whole body.

The sword momentum of this hand is that the dancing water cannot be splashed, and it is impermeable to the wind, even if the silver needles are like rain, none of them penetrate.

Seeing this, Qin Xiang'er was shooting again, and suddenly heard Yan Chiyang shouting: "Stop!" and hurriedly stopped.

Seeing Yan Chiyang staring at Han Chuang in a daze, he looked at it for a long time, suddenly lowered his hands, and said weakly: "If you win, tomorrow the Chixia Sect will abstain." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "You didn't lose either, and if you continue to fight, you don't know whether you will win or lose." ”

Qin Xiang'er didn't know why Han Chuang was talking, but said hurriedly: "Yes-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Chiyang: "Needless to say, I know whether I win or lose, if I don't let Xiang'er interfere first, the rules have been broken, just say that if I continue to fight, I have little chance of winning." ”

Han Chuang stared at Yan Chiyang, and after a long time, he suddenly laughed and said, "You are a good person, really good." With a flick of his wrist, he tucked the soft sword at his waist, "I'll believe you once." He said.

Yan Chiyang shook his head.

Who knows the pain in his heart at this moment? A person who thinks about the sect has actually lost a crucial competition, and no one can let go.

Facing Han Chuang, he could only nod and leave in despair.

He walked very slowly, staggered, and almost unsteady on his feet, Qin Xiang'er hurriedly went up to help him, but Yan Chiyang waved his hand, signaling that he could walk.

Han Chuang stared at the distant back, and suddenly felt that the joy of victory in his heart was gone.

Should he be happy?

Of course, but now he is not happy at all.

Yan Chiyang's departure carried a wisp of the tragedy of a strong man's twilight years, which aroused the softness of his heart, and he suddenly thought of a sentence that the monk had said to him.

"Wait!" Han Chuang shouted.

Yan Chiyang stopped, didn't look back, stood in place and replied: "What's the matter, the quota of Linglong Pagoda is already yours." ”

Han Chuang said: "Someone dragged me to bring you a word." ”

Yan Chiyang slowly turned his head and stared at Han Chuang, as if chewing on his words, he was speechless for a long time, and after a long time, he spoke, "Who is it?"

Han Chuang smiled and said, "A monk, you've seen it." ”

"Can't be a monk?" Yan Chiyang's eyes flashed.

Han Chuang nodded and said, "That's right, it's not a monk, he asked me to bring you a word." ”

"What words?" Yan Chiyang said.

Han Chuang smiled: "He told me that if you are eliminated, I will tell you this sentence," after a pause, Han Chuang learned to be a monk and said, "Remember to come to me when you are most weak." ”

"Remember to come to me when you were most weak?" Yan Chiyang smiled bitterly and replied: "I understand, I'll go back, but I have to get drunk first, I haven't been so easy for a long time." ”

Han Chuang burst out laughing.

Night, silent, windy.

The silent wind blew the hair on his cheeks, and in his study, one of his subordinates trembled and knelt on the ground.

"Are Yan Chiyang and Li Dazhu out of the city?" he asked in a deep voice.

The subordinate buried his head lower, and his voice seemed to come out of the straw pile: "Yes, yes, that's right, the villain saw the two of them out of the city with his own eyes, one after the other, as if they were chasing." ”

Sikong Xue closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he opened his eyes, sneered twice, and said, "Okay, I know, don't talk about this matter to others, retreat." ”

His subordinates bowed as if they had been amnestied, turned around and hurried away, and when they reached the door, they suddenly felt a pain in their hearts and blurred their vision.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, motionless.

Sikong Blood paced to his side, looked at the young face, and sneered: "Don't blame me, only the dead can keep secrets." With a snap of his fingers, a dark shadow appeared in the window.

Sikong Blood didn't look at the black shadow, and said exquisitely: "It's worth doing, I don't want this matter to get out." ”

The black shadow flashed and disappeared without a trace, as did the corpse on the ground.