There is a large courtyard in front, the courtyard is overgrown with wild grass and a lot of sundries, and it seems to be an uninhabited idle yard. Alayanzong jumped from the roof, drew his dagger, and stood in the courtyard.

Tron immediately arrived, and when he saw that Alayanzong was not running away, the cold face couldn't help but smile again.

"Mr. Allah is very knowledgeable, no matter how fast you run, you will eventually stop, and the old man can always catch up with you. Hurry up and go back to the palace with the old man. ”

As he spoke, he jumped off the roof and landed ten meters in front of Alayanzong.

Alayanzong chuckled, "What if I don't?"

"Then be a ghost under the old man's sword!"

With that, he pulled out his long sword and pointed it at the Alayan Sect.

Alayanzong slammed the short sword horizontally, "Then you have to win this short sword first!"

Seeing that the Alayan Sect was not convinced, Tron shouted, "Take your life!" and stabbed with his sword.

Alayanzong raised his sword to meet him, and the two of them fought together and fought together.

The sword of the long sword is like a rainbow, and the waves are turbulent, endless. The short sword dance is like a lotus flower. You come and I jingle, I chase you to escape the wind and rain, fast as lightning and thunder!

For a while, the wind and clouds suddenly rose, the withered grass flew and the branches fell to the ground, where could you still distinguish the shadow of the human figure and the shadow of the sword, only to fight the world and turn the sun and the moon without light.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, Tron let out a loud shout and slashed his sword. The Alayan Sect greeted him with a short sword. I only heard the sound of "dang chang", and the two swords, one long and one short, had been taken off.

Both sides were cracked and their arms were numb. This time, Tron didn't stop, and then luck slapped his left palm towards Alayanzong.

Alayanzong couldn't dodge, and raised his left palm to dock with it. only heard a "snap", and both of them retreated more than ten steps before they stabilized their figures.

Alayanzong only felt that his chest was suffocated, his throat was salty, and he couldn't spurt blood out of his breath, his eyes were dark, he shook his body, and almost fell down.

Na Tran was not much better than him, his left arm was sore, his right arm was sore, and he suddenly felt that his internal organs were broken, and he was turning over the river and the sea in his body, as if he was about to jump out of his mouth. His frosty cheeks turned even whiter, and though he didn't fall, he barely stood still.

He wondered in his heart, how could the assassin who broke into the palace last night have such internal skills? If he had such internal strength, how could he hurt him?

Even the morning competition was already unexpected, and now in the fight, his skills have increased a lot, maybe he is pretending at all.

No matter how many doubts there are, Tron doesn't have time to think about it, the most important thing at the moment is to survive.

Alayanzong had already done his best, and he was also burning, and when he saw Tron standing on the spot, he didn't attack him again, and he knew that the other party was also injured internally.

We looked at each other for a long time.

If he didn't breathe again, Alayanzong felt that he might die here, and although he was surrounded by strong enemies, he couldn't take care of much, so he sat down cross-legged and adjusted his luck according to the method of internal cultivation.

Tron was even more worried that the Alayan Sect would suddenly attack him, but his guard still did not relax, and he endured severe pain to look at him, but his body could not bear it. Seeing Alayanzong sit down, he also hurriedly sat down to heal his injuries.

I saw a huge yard, on the barren grass, there was a meadow that seemed to have been swept by a hurricane, and the turf was gone. Outside the circle, one man sat cross-legged on each side, his eyes closed, sweating, and steaming.

As the minutes passed, the sun turned from the middle to the west, from incandescent to dark red, from red to warm, and gradually it became a little colder.

The two men sat in place, neither of them moving.

After pranayama, the body of Alayanzong underwent earth-shaking changes. After several weeks of running qi and blood, the pain in the body disappeared, the internal organs seemed to return to their places, and the limbs gradually became comfortable.

Qi and blood are running faster and faster, and he has even reached a state of selflessness, and he has even forgotten that there is a strong enemy sitting next to him, and he is also practicing to recover.

And Natran's body was gradually recovering, and after half a day of pranayama, he felt that his strength had recovered a lot. From time to time, he opened his eyes to look at the Alayan Sect who was also sitting.

He was worried that the Alayan Sect would suddenly rush over and kill him with a sword, and he did not have the Alayan Sect's focus. Although his internal strength was deeper than that of the Alayan Sect, the process of his healing was much longer.

Thinking of taking the life of the Alayan Sect, and then recuperating with peace of mind, when his own strength was restored to about fifty percent, he suddenly jumped up, gathered the power of his palms, and quickly slapped towards the face of the Alayan Sect.

In his imagination, the Alayan Sect would be caught off guard and would inevitably die under his hands.

However, what he didn't imagine was that when he attacked in front of the Alayan Sect, the Alayan Sect was sitting cross-legged just now, but now he rose into the air, and he could have dodged the fatal blow of the internal force of his palms.

I saw a courtyard wall behind Alayanzong collapse violently, and Tranton was shocked, it turned out that Alayanzong had already taken precautions. Tran then slammed his palms into the air and struck at the Alayanzong, who had not yet landed.

It is expected that the Alayan Sect has no strength in the air, and if he is hit by both palms, he will naturally be seriously injured again, and may be killed directly.

But seeing that Alayanzong, he borrowed his palm wind in the air, and his body quickly rotated, like a spinning top floating in the air, dissolving all his palm power.

This surprised Tron even more, he was amazed at the skill of the Alayan Sect, which increased every time he fought him, and the speed of the increase was unimaginable.

Just when he was stunned, the power of his palms had been exhausted, and at the moment when he had not changed his moves, three flying knives flew out of the flesh vortex in the air!

Turroll only felt the cold light flickering, so he reached out to block it, only to see a flash of red light, and Tran froze his body. And that Alayan Sect has already landed lightly and steadily.

Looking at Natran again, his cold face was full of incredulous expressions, and he couldn't believe what was happening in this moment.

The raised left and right hands each held a throwing knife, but the three-inch-long flying knife passed through the palm of the hand and exposed the tip of the knife from the back of the hand. There was also a throwing knife stuck in his neck and throat, revealing only a short hilt.

At this point, Trench didn't understand why the knife was able to pierce through its palm and shoot him in the body.

Oh, only to hear a plop, Tron's body collapsed with a bang.

He didn't know until he died that not only had Alayanzong's body recovered, but also his skills had improved. And he was in a hurry to win, and his strength had not yet fully recovered, so how could he defeat the Alayan Sect?

Alayanzong took the knife from Tron, wiped the blood, and put it away again.

A dry well was found at the base of the broken wall, and Alayanzong threw Tran into the well along with his sword.

Alayanzong kicked down the remnant wall with his foot and covered the mouth of the well, which was considered to be the burial of Tran. However, it is also difficult for anyone to find his body again.

Picking up his short sword, taking advantage of the faint afterglow of the setting sun, Alayanzong climbed over the wall and disappeared into the twilight.