The wind whined in his ears, and the scenery in his field of vision quickly retreated.

Tuza's qi and blood were running at full strength, galloping down the mountain, looking back from time to time.

After running for a while, he suddenly noticed a series of footprints left by himself on the snow, and thought to himself: "Oops, no, this mountain is full of snow, and you have to leave footprints wherever you flee." ”

"If that kid is looking for a helper to catch up, I'm afraid I'm going to fold here."

Looking around, I saw a large area of reeds in front of me, stretching along the river, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"There it is!"

Tuza had a plan, a few ups and downs, got into the reeds, traveled horizontally for several miles, turned halfway, and ran directly to the mountain.

"This kid must think I'm going down the mountain, and Lao Tzu wants to do the opposite."

In less than half an hour, Tuza came to the top of Guyan Mountain and saw the big stone that Zhao Lin usually practiced.

He climbed the boulder, looked at the scenery below the mountain, and suddenly felt open-minded, and couldn't help but be secretly proud.

"There's a saying that the most dangerous places are the safest, and that's it."

"Let them search the entire Yanyun Mountain Range, it is estimated that they will not think that Lao Tzu is on this mountain, haha......"

The more he thought about it, the more smug he became, and he couldn't help but laugh lowly.

"Are you hiding here and think I can't find it?"

A slightly ridiculous sentence came into his ears, and the smile on Tuza's face instantly froze.

Turning his head, he saw Zhao Lin walking over for a long time, looking at him with a smile.

"You...... How did you find it? ”

A hint of fear grew in Tuza's heart, and he felt more and more that the young man in front of him was elusive.

Of course, Zhao Lin wouldn't tell him that he was looking for it by smelling it, so he slowed down, walked to a place five or six zhang away from Tuza and stopped, stretched out his palm, and put away his four fingers.

"Of the five people, only one remains."

"Don't do useless struggles, self-style, I'll spare your life."

Tuza's face sank like water, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you so sure you can beat me?" Do you know the truth that the trapped beast is still fighting, and the poor don't chase after it? ”

Zhao Lin sneered disdainfully, "Sure enough, it's a barbarian, and if you learn two idioms, you can use them indiscriminately, how can anyone compare themselves to trapped beasts and poor people." ”

"But then again, the analogy is apt."

In fact, with Zhao Lin's original character, he doesn't like nonsense when he works with people, especially in the face of life and death, and he needs to stay focused as much as possible.

However, after practicing in the inner courtyard for more than a year, I gradually understood a truth: language is also a weapon.

He once read this passage in a notebook: "Fighting does not start from the moment of attack, sometimes a look, a movement can bring great pressure to the opponent." ”

"Using words to put pressure on the other party can also increase the odds of winning."

Zhao Lin deliberately showed a posture of winning the game, which was to put pressure on Tuza and gain a psychological advantage.

When Tuza heard the word barbarian, his temples jumped twice, and he snorted coldly: "Your Dayue is known as the Central Plains, but your performance at the martial arts competition is not very good, and it is not as good as ......."

Zhao Lin stared at him and said, "It's not as good as you Weizi, right?" ”

Tuza's face changed slightly, and he did not answer.

Zhao Lin didn't get entangled, and smiled slightly, "Hearing you say this, I seem to understand." ”

"What do you understand?"

"You don't care about my strength, and you're worried that no one will be my opponent at the martial arts court, so you want to get rid of me, right?"

Tuza was shocked and silent.

The Great Elder thought that Zhao Lin had grown too fast, and was worried that he would be uncontrollable after the age of twenty-five, but now it seemed that he would be terrifyingly strong now, let alone a few years later.

Zhao Lin glanced at him and continued: "It's a pity, you seem to have overestimated your ability, if you double the number of people, maybe you can do it." ”

Tuza felt inexplicably anxious for a while, and shouted: "It's so far, it's useless to talk about it, it's a big deal to fight to the death!" ”

As he spoke, he jumped forward, a few feet away in the blink of an eye, and his right leg swept out with fierce energy.

Seeing that it was menacing, Zhao Lin took a step back to avoid its edge, waited for the opponent's long legs to sweep over, and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed a claw.

Tuza's next action was unexpected, he didn't care about Zhao Lin's attack at all, his right leg hadn't hit the ground yet, and his left leg quickly popped out and kicked Zhao Lin's lower body.

Zhao Lin was taken aback, this is completely a desperate way of playing, although he can hit the opponent hard with this grab, but if he is hit by this leg, he can't bear it.

Hurriedly jumped sideways and dodged.

Tuza was unforgiving, kicking out the third, fourth, and fifth legs one after another.

With each kick, the whole body shook slightly, as if there were endless moves.

The shadow of the legs was heavy, and Zhao Lin couldn't be suppressed and retreated, and he couldn't spare his hand to attack.

Zhao Lin's heart sank.

Master Zhu Huaishan once said that when fighting, the more you don't want to die, the less likely it is to die, and the more you cherish your life, the sooner you die.

This is the reason why the two strong meet and the brave wins.

Tuza tried in vain to seek a glimmer of life with a desperate attitude, and if he was afraid, he might really capsize in the gutter.

"Gan...... Desperate, huh? ”

Zhao Lin's eyes froze, stimulating a ruthlessness in his heart, seeing that Tuza attacked with his leg again, he simply nailed his left leg to the ground and did not move, carried the tortoiseshell to protect his upper body, and kicked out a rain-covered leg sideways.

Tuza didn't expect Zhao Lin to dare to fight hard with him, and he couldn't help but be shocked, but at this time, it was too late to change his moves, and he was also lucky to protect his body, and he had strength on his legs.

"Bang bang" twice, and the two of them flew out sideways at the same time.

After landing, the body smashed into the snow, plowing out two deep ravines.

After a while, Zhao Lin slowly got up.

After moving my body, I felt that my left arm was swollen and numb, and I couldn't exert my strength at all, and my chest was also aching.

However, in comparison, Tuza was even more miserable, his face was blue, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and although he could barely stand up, he was staggering, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

"Phew!"

Zhao Lin spit out the snow foam in his mouth, and walked towards Tuza step by step, gradually walking faster and faster, and running up.

This body has been transformed by the spirit beast diagram, and its ability to resist blows far exceeds that of ordinary people, and he is a little uncomfortable, so the enemy must be even more uncomfortable.

Tuza bit his lip to calm himself down and staggered to catch up.

With his strength, he flipped his palm and drew an arc, dragging out a red knife slash, and his energy was like a flame.

The cold air on Zhao Lin's fist was pervasive, as if it was covered with a layer of frost, and two strong energies, one green and one silver, could be vaguely seen circling in it.

Rumble!

The Flame Knife touched the Heavenly Frost Fist, and the energy stirred up dozens of air currents, rolling snowflakes on the ground, and falling with a splash.

The two figures collided together, their bodies staggered, and the sound of fists and feet colliding kept ringing.

Frost and dust are in the air, and snow and fog are billowing in.

The fight lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a figure fell out of the white mist.

Tuza was covered in blood, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and he tried to stand up with his hands, but he had no strength in his hands at all, and he fell to the ground on his back.

(End of chapter)