As soon as Zhang Jian walked out of the door, he heard the sound of air cracking above his head, and a chill slashed towards the top of his head.

It was Jian Yao's knife.

The snow-white sword is as bright as the full moon.

His winning strength, Zhang Jian can be said to be extremely familiar, the sharp sword light slashed to the top of his head, and the cold glow of the sword collision that followed.

The sound of gold and iron resonating emerged.

This sound sounded near the side of the body, making people's hairs stand upside down, but Zhang Jian felt his blood boiling.

"This may be the daring of the artist!"

Zhang Jian somewhat understands those who practice martial arts, many of them are armed with sharp weapons, and they have murderous intentions.

With force, it is inevitable that you will become confident.

Of course, overconfidence is arrogance.

His mind flashed, Zhang Jian's ears moved slightly, but for the first time, he faintly felt the direction of the convergence of the two forces on the sword, and an extremely tricky force shook Jian Yao's tiger mouth.

He could even 'smell' the slightest hint of blood.

The young swordsman holding Qingfeng was obviously stronger than Jian Yao.

This is not surprising.

Because this shot was the pair of brothers and sisters that Zhang Jian had a relationship with.

An internal martial artist in the cultivation stage.

Jian Yao completely ignored the wound in his hand, the strength of the muscles on his feet exploded, the stone slabs under his feet exploded, and his body slashed towards the young swordsman in the air.

Zhang Jian looked at it, and at this time, he seemed to be able to see layers of red blazing energy on Jian Yaohuan's first knife.

It was a special strength formed by a body forging martial artist.

Although the road of forging the body is to forge bones and muscles, after stepping on Yijin, it will also form a special strength, which is a kind of strength that coordinates one's own qi and blood, refines and refines, and boils out.

This kind of strength is completely opposite to the strength formed by internal refining.

In the early days, it had extremely domineering and tricky power.

However, compared with the internal breath formed by internal refining, it is less mellow to nourish the five internal organs and nourish the life element.

But the explosive early stage is far beyond it.

However, when the master of internal refining reached the stage of raising the yuan, this advantage was gradually neutralized.

Jian Yao unleashed his set of golden black sword techniques like a red storm, even if he was in mid-air, he slashed one after another, launching a fierce attack on the young swordsman.

The young swordsman always had a faint smile on his face, the sword light in his hand was empty, and the sword energy that spilled out escaped, and the water could not enter, no matter how Jian Yao attacked, he could not attack it, and in a fit of anger, the young swordsman seized the opportunity.

In an instant, he sneered, and the incomparable Yuan Gang Qi burst out from the tip of his sword to break through the sword light, and a close blow to the Iron Mountain directly flew Jian Yao more than ten meters with a powerful internal breath of Qi and knocked down a lotus lamppost.

Jian Yao staggered up from the ground, and at this time, his internal organs were injured, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Good skills, really a hero out of a teenager!"

Zhang Jian frowned slightly, although he didn't have much experience, he also knew that Jian Yao was defeated by his lack of strength after all.

There is a stage difference, and there is a gap in the end.

This also has something to do with the means of fighting, Jian Yao is admittedly extremely experienced in fighting, but the other party also seems to be from a famous family, and the means of fighting are extremely 'clever'!

However, Zhang Jian found that at the same stage of raising the yuan, the young swordsman's condensed yuan gang qi seemed to be obviously a little 'different' from him.

There were some red sparks under his eyes, and the thunder jumped, and they converged in an instant.

Next to him, Zhang Yi's figure floated in, he glanced at the injured Jian Yao, his expression did not move, he just looked at the two people on the roof lightly.

The moment his figure fell and the Yin Owl's gaze came, the young swordsman suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

This feeling immediately made his face change drastically.

A force that seemed to be extremely cold seemed to follow an invisible artistic conception towards the depths of his soul, trying to freeze him in place.

This is the spiritual conception!

In an instant, the young swordsman couldn't help it, and directly waved the long sword in his hand, but he took the initiative to attack, choosing to fight against this terrifying feeling.

Boom!!

The sound of the sword was contending, and the scabbard flew straight out of his hand first, like a sharp sword, and it was nailed into the ground three feet in an instant.

A cold sword qi floated towards Zhang Yi.

This is like a substantial nourishing Yuan Gang Qi, with a sword move, it suddenly slashed towards Zhang Yi like a large piece of cold mist.

But he was greeted by a palm as white as jade, and the figure appeared at the young swordsman's side like a ghost.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

The graceful and slender woman next to her finally pulled out the long sword in her hand, the long sword trembled slightly, provoking wisps of cold light and flying out towards Zhang Yi's figure, but Zhang Yi didn't care at all, and slapped it with a straight palm, the palm was the color of Xuanyu, and the cold air of Xuanyu swept violently.

The woman's complexion changed, and she hurriedly withdrew her sword, and her body moved into a wisp of phantom and left the place.

Thundered!!

I saw that a large number of bricks and tiles in situ turned into powder, and the frost on the edge condensed a little bit, forming a large area of frost white.

"Xuanyu Ice and Fire Palm, poisonous hand Zhang Yi?"

Gu Xiu'er looked at this scene, and secretly felt bad in her heart.

The poisonous Zhang Yi is a well-known left-handed evil man in the north, and he is a strong man of their master's generation, who has been famous for more than ten years.

The Xuanyu Ice and Fire Palm is extremely vicious, and the one who is in it will die.

They obviously couldn't imagine that this famous left-handed evil man was hiding in the Zhang family.

With his mind racing, Gu Xiu said loudly:

"Don't misunderstand the seniors, the juniors just entered the Zhang family to ......"

Zhang Yi's face was indifferent, and he said expressionlessly: "I don't care why I don't care, since the two of you have injured the people of the Zhang family, you should first save your life from under my hands and then mention anything else!" ”

His body flew longitudinally, with a cold air in the sky, and rushed towards the young swordsman unscrupulously, that looked like a giant eagle that hunted and killed prey, hunting in black robes, and the dust in his hands sprinkled the cold air in the sky, like countless ice and rain steel needles falling towards the young swordsman.

He didn't have any merciless thoughts at all.

Duanmuyan sensed the chill in the sky, and secretly complained that he would not fall.

The overwhelming Xuanyu cold aura was too domineering.

Whether it is skill or skill, he is far inferior to this underworld giant, and he is afraid that he will be ruthless if he resists three or five moves.

Gu Xiu'er secretly regretted that their brother and sister were entrusted by someone to come to investigate the truth of the Zhang family, but they never thought that the Zhang family was actually a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and they were detected and surrounded just after they came in.

Now he has encountered terrible murderers such as the poisonous Zhang Yi.

Her bright eyes swept over the scene, and her gaze instantly fell on Zhang Jian, who was watching the play with relish.

"What's the matter, something happened to eating melons?"

Zhang Jian's five senses are so keen, when Gu Xiu'er's eyes came, his heart suddenly moved, and he seemed to be unconscious at the moment, harmless to humans and animals.

It's just that a little blazing red light gathers in the depths of his palm, and he is also very black-hearted, calculating that if Gu Xiu'er dares to rush over and take the 'hostage', he will concentrate on giving a palm and destroy the flowers with a hot hand.

Gu Xiu'er was indeed a little hesitant at this time, and her heart swept over her master's evaluation of the poisonous Zhang Yi.

This man is vicious, cunning, and the city is very deep.

His mind flashed, and he looked at Duanmuyan, who was about to be unable to support him, and suddenly raised his voice again:

"Senior Brother Duanmu, stop, since it is me and the other senior brothers and sisters who are rude first, we are naturally willing to tie up and compensate!"

"Senior, our master is Wang Yuanlang, the swordsman of the Shangyuan faction of the West Wind, and please look at the face of my master, small punishment and big commandment, and I and other senior brothers and sisters are willing to receive the punishment!"

Saying that, she directly withdrew her sword and hugged her fist.

Duanmuyan faced Zhang Yi's extremely fierce palm at this time, and his eyelids jumped when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, chose to believe Gu Xiu'er, withdrew his sword and put on a non-resisting appearance, ready to bear the palm hard.