Yan Chiyang is not a person who talks a lot, if it weren't for the opponent Zhang Xiaolin, he wouldn't have said so much, and the reason for saying such things is not to show the posture of a winner in front of Zhang Xiaolin, but to make him careless.

Yan Chiyang is a swordsman, what a swordsman is best at is not only finding weaknesses, but also creating weaknesses, when a person only thinks about escaping for his life, his body will reveal countless weaknesses.

And Yan Chiyang only needs a sword.

The sword light flickered, the sword wind was swaying, and when Zhang Xiaolin was looking for a gap, the murderous long sword had already pierced his throat, and in an instant, it would pierce his throat. If he is a little slower, he will die by this sword.

But will Zhang Xiaolin's reaction be slow?

Perhaps his attention was focused on finding the gap around Yan Chiyang, but when danger hit, the martial artist's intuition made him naturally make evasive moves.

He wasn't dead, the blade of the sword grazed his chest.

A person who has killed countless people in his life did not die on this must-kill thing, this is not a fluke, Yan Chiyang was also surprised that Zhang Xiaolin could dodge his killer sword, but he still had a smile on his face, and this smile was still sarcastic and cold.

His control of the murderous weapon in his hand was almost to the extent of making the palm of his arm, and at the moment when Zhang Xiaolin instinctively dodged this sword, the tip of his sword had already been deflected, and he slanted upward.

But Yan Chiyang ignored Zhang Xiaolin's intuition, Zhang Xiaolin's sensitivity to murderous weapons has reached an incredible level.

At this moment of life and death, he turned on his toes, twisted his waist low, and his body rotated to give way to the blade of the sword, and at the same time, with his unbroken left hand, he used the famous stunt Flame Palm and slapped it on Yan Chiyang's chest.

Maybe at the beginning, Zhang Xiaolin would be afraid, frightened, and tremble at the appearance of Yan Chiyang, but when it came to the moment between life and death, the instinct brought by the martial artist's intuition made him abandon his fear and make an amazing counterattack.

His every movement was as standard as a textbook, and the palm of his hand shimmered red, exuding an astonishing temperature, like a red-hot soldering iron.

Even with Yan Chiyang's strength, he didn't dare to take Zhang Xiaolin's palm, and in desperation, he could only draw his sword back, so he listened to the sound of the red, and the red-hot palm hit the spine of the sword heavily, and Yan Chiyang took a few steps back in a row before he stood firm.

When he looked up, he saw that Zhang Xiaolin had already jumped onto the roof with the power of the anti-earthquake.

"There will be a period later, Yan Chiyang!" Zhang Xiaolin shouted and fled.

It turned out that just now, he had already understood that Yan Chiyang had blocked all possible angles of escape, and what was not blocked was a trap left for him; if he wanted to escape, he could only create a new opportunity, and the only possibility to create an opportunity was to use his life as bait.

Everything was in his calculations, Yan Chiyang's arrogance made him defenseless, and his annoyance and anger made Zhang Xiaolin seize the opportunity, Zhang Xiaolin desperately suffered a little injury, and escaped to the roof with the power of the earthquake.

But he was not safe, because Yan Chiyang behind him followed him like a bone appendage.

After hurrying, Zhang Xiaolin didn't have time to choose a direction, so he could only flee ahead, and the front was outside the city, at this time he wanted to turn too late, so he could only use his body and run forward frantically, and hoped that Yan Chiyang's endurance was not as good as him.

Seeing two black shadows rushing across the roof, one after the other, and soon came to the city gate, Zhang Xiaolin had no intention of slowing down at all, he understood that just a few disciples of the Evil Moon Sect couldn't stop him at all, let alone Yan Chiyang behind him, he chose to pass directly from the city wall.

The disciples of the Evil Moon Sect on the city wall quickly discovered the two of them, and with an order, dozens of bows and arrows broke through the air.

When Zhang Xiaolin saw it, he secretly complained bitterly, he could only use his true qi and make a dodge action in mid-air, and saw that his speed did not decrease, his body twisted into a strange shape in the air, and the deadly bow and arrow grazed his waist and chest.

Yan Chiyang behind him was also harassed by the bow and arrow, so he snorted coldly, and did not slow down, only dancing the long sword in his hand impermeable.

Dangdang, there were several dense sounds, and the bows and arrows shot at him were all cut off.

The disciple of the Evil Moon Sect who was guarding the city had seen this kind of martial arts, and he was shocked at the moment, forgetting to continue shooting arrows, and watched the figures of the two of them sweep out of the city one after the other.

A disciple of the Evil Moon Sect looked at the back of the original in amazement, and muttered, "My good man, who are these people." ”

One of the group leaders beside him couldn't help but slap him and shouted, "Look at it, everyone has run away!"

The disciple was just about to speak, when he suddenly saw another white shadow galloping from the city, faster than the previous two.

The group leader obviously saw this white shadow as well, and hurriedly shouted: "Release the arrows!"

For a while, arrows rained down.

But the rain of arrows didn't hit the target, not even the corners of the target's clothes. The arrow was in the air, three feet away from the comer, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier, unable to break through any further, and all fell down as if it were gravity.

The white shadow did not slow down in the slightest, and swept over the city walls, and if it weren't for the reminder of the arrows all over the ground, these people would have thought that they were only experiencing a dream.

You must know that the first two people dodged arrows and blocked arrows are still in the category of martial arts, etc., and this last person simply subverts these people's understanding of martial arts.

Can humans do this? It's impossible, but it's happening right in front of their eyes, and they don't allow any doubts to arise in their hearts.

The cold wind suddenly came, waking up the group leader on the city wall, and he hurriedly woke everyone up: "You guard the city gate carefully, if there are any more people, if anyone wants to break through the city gate like just now, let them pass, don't stop them, I will report to the sect master." ”

Tonight may be the most special night he has ever experienced, and it will surely become the most special night in his life, the night of peak recognition.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Not to mention the reaction of everyone on the city gate, Zhang Xiaolin and Yan Chiyang swept out of the sleepless city one after the other, and ran all the way for more than ten miles, Zhang Xiaolin finally lost his anger and stopped.

Yan Chiyang also stopped opposite him and sneered: "How is it, Zhang Xiaolin, you can't hold on?"

Zhang Xiaolin panted roughly, looked at Yan Chiyang with a resentful expression, and said, "Yan Chiyang, it's not a simple matter for you to want my life. If you don't believe it, come up and try it!"

Zhang Xiaolin is afraid of death, no one is afraid of death, but when facing the situation of death, he can put life and death aside, even if the acupoint of his arm is reopened because of the movement of true qi, and the blood from the broken mouth flows out again, he can bravely face Yan Chiyang.

He understands that it's time to fight hard, if he doesn't fight, he will definitely die, and if he fights, there is still a glimmer of chance.

His face was incomparably pale due to the double effect of blood loss and excessive consumption, almost like the snow that was about to melt, white and transparent, white and terrifying.

There was a determined light in his eyes, and there was no flicker in the slightest because of the coming of death—he really put life and death out of the way.

Such a person, even if he is injured, will be as dangerous as a wounded beast.

Yan Chiyang sighed, knowing that he had lost the opportunity to end the battle easily, just imagine the first time he faced Zhang Xiaolin, if he could show all his strength, Zhang Xiaolin would have become a corpse at this moment, and now, although he also has the certainty of victory, it will take a lot of effort.

Long nights and dreams—he always thinks so.

"Zhang Xiaolin, I have to admire you, you can entangle with me for so long in this desperate situation, but your time has come, now I will go all out, and you will definitely die under my sword. ”

Zhang Xiaolin looked at him and sneered: "You come and try, even if I die, I will definitely leave a mark on your body." As he spoke, his true qi spread all over his body.

He looked at Yan Chiyang on the other side, and didn't choose to take the lead to deal with a swordsman, especially a swordsman who is famous for his speed and illusion, if he strikes first, he has already lost half of it, because against such a person, whether you strike first or later, they can always be the last to strike first.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaolin felt a murderous aura, and the small square inch in front of him seemed to have suddenly become a murderous execution ground, even stronger and more terrifying than the murderous aura on the execution ground.

A drop of cold sweat drooped down his forehead and landed in his eyes, human instinct made him blink, and at this moment, the murderous aura suddenly condensed into substance.

The murderous long sword in Yan Chiyang's hand drew a strange arc in the air and stabbed him in the chest.

Yan Chiyang's sword is very fast, so fast that although you can see it, you can't dodge it, Yan Chiyang's full force stabbed, even Zhang Xiaolin in the period of total victory can't dodge, not to mention that he was seriously injured.

But not being able to dodge does not mean that there is no way, and it does not mean that you can only wait for death, in the face of this sword that is as fast as the wind, Zhang Xiaolin did not advance but retreated, and actually met the sword edge on his chest.

Yan Chiyang was taken aback, the Martial Soul Handleless Sword made him proficient in all kinds of swordsmanship, and at the same time, he was also proficient in various changes to swordsmanship, and almost instantly, he reacted, Zhang Xiaolin did this in exchange for his own serious injury.

If it was normal, Yan Chiyang would definitely accept it gladly, but what about serious injuries? Although the injury of the Flame Palm was severe, it was by no means incurable, and after being cured, it would never affect his future cultivation, so he could accept exchanging his injuries for his life, but at this moment, he had to consider the consequences of serious injuries, because of the Linglong Festival.

Exquisite event!

He sighed, changed his move quickly, and withdrew the long sword in front of his chest, this time he learned the lesson of the previous time, and the moment the sword collided, the blade of the sword trembled extremely quickly.

This is a swordsman's unique and clever method of unloading, which can turn the power of the opponent's palm into his own use.

After fighting with one move, Yan Chiyang did not retreat to adjust, but moved forward quickly, and with another sword, he instantly gained the upper hand, and the two fought together.

One is the swordsmanship, the speed is extremely fast, the other is the palm of the hand, and put life and death outside the degree, the two chess opponents, will meet the good talent, the battle of more than 100 moves, still no difference between victory and defeat.

Although it was a draw, Yan Chiyang was obviously more calm than Zhang Xiaolin, in fact, in the battle of more than 100 moves just now, he was able to kill Zhang Xiaolin at least four times, but he was forced to change his moves by the opponent by exchanging his life for injury, but even so, he was full of confidence, and in the end he could kill Zhang Xiaolin unscathed.

"Li Dazhu, I really want to thank you. Yan Chiyang thought to himself.

If Han Chuang hadn't cut off Zhang Xiaolin's wrist, I'm afraid Zhang Xiaolin would have been able to hold on for a little longer, but at this moment, the injury to his wrist had made it difficult for him to continue, and he was supported by a sharp spirit.

After the fight, Yan Chiyang also saw a little, so he didn't rush to attack, but just kept wearing, consuming Zhang Xiaolin's true qi and his sharpness.