After the two types of Xun, the eight types of reconnection and separation, the sword wind turned fierce. If the two of them are used together, there will be no such appearance of full of yang flames, but Xia Yan deliberately penetrated the heat into the moves, and the blowing wind dissipated the snow and cold, and there was a burning feeling when he got closer. Shan Jiquan knew that last time Xia Yan had sucked up the two percent of the Qinglong Mental Technique that Tuoba Gu had injected into Huo Xin's body in the last palm duel with the Green Dragon Valley, but he never expected that after such a long time, this heat would not disappear from his body, and it could even be used by him so skillfully—he didn't know that Xia Yan had spent a lot of effort to integrate the origin of the Qinglong Mental Method with the Mirror Technique after leaving the Qinglong Valley with this extremely dangerous internal breath. He refused to force this true power out of his body, and forced it to merge it with the cold power he had originally cultivated in the dantian with the principle of yin and yang harmony.

Xia Yan hardly used to do anything with people during this time, but when he was quiet, it was actually easier to understand the control of the two forces. Especially, after the thorn left, he was sometimes in a bad mood, and only by immersing himself in some kind of meditation that could isolate mundane thoughts, and using Taoist methods to explore the harmony of the breath in his body, he could relieve his suffering. However, this meditation did not really calm him down, because he found that he even occasionally had some impulses that bordered on self-abandonment, so he became more and more adventurous. Those indiscriminately intertwined and intertwined and dismantled the two forces in order to achieve the best way of coexistence - if he were not extremely depressed, he might not have the heart to try at all.

He later understood that there was no such thing as "the best". They have coexisted, whether they should divide or merge, whether they should be extremely cold or blended to be mild—how to use them is up to their own minds.

Therefore, this time, the scorching heat is applied to the hexagram move, which is to add yang to yang, and even more to this hard knife, the hot flame pounces on the door of the single spring, which is enough to surprise. Shan Jiquan really didn't expect that he would be able to combine the internal strength and mind method with the blade moves as he could today - after all, it was taught by a completely different "master", and their experience in martial arts was very different - it shows that today's Xia Yan has fully integrated what he has learned.

If he hadn't been a single jiquan, he would probably have to admit defeat - just because a person who had reached Xia Yan's situation, even if this move didn't work, he would always come up with countless unseen moves. It's a pity that Shan Jiquan knew too much about what it meant to "be compatible" twenty years ago. His master will only be more than Xia Yan. What he learned would only be more miscellaneous than Xia Yan's. He didn't even have a master like Suzaku, but he could cultivate both inside and outside, and he could change his mind at will, and no one was smarter than him.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the gold flashed like a living thing, and he didn't know how long it was from the handle to the tail, and at the end of it was covered with a pile of snow-soaked dead grass beside the path. I didn't see how hard he worked, a splash of cold snow rushed in, and collided with Xia Yan's scorching hot and pressing style, and the heat and cold scattered for a while. The blade still pierced through the soft snow and continued to hit the door of the single spring, but the heat subsided, the oppression no longer existed, and the castration was temporarily hindered. Shan Jiquan had already avoided this delay, and the hard handle slammed into Xia Yan's chest silently.

This collision was a false move, because the handle of the wire saw was very short, and it was unlikely to succeed. However, of course, Xia Yan didn't know the details of this thing, after all, so far, the length of the golden wire saw had changed, far beyond the ordinary blade, so he didn't dare to hold it up, and on the one hand, he turned into the eighth of the Kun style, and the blade that passed by the wrong side turned his wrist to the ears of Shan Jiquan, but on the other hand, he also turned slightly with the direction of the flat cut, avoiding the power of the opponent's collision.

There was no change on Shan Jiquan's face, but the real aftermath of his collision was behind Xia Yan - the saw tail that turned around a bunch of snowgrass was like a swimming snake, rising upright and copying it back to Xia Yan's heart. He had expected that Xia Yan would only be able to turn his body to the left, but this turn was just sending his body in the direction where the golden wire saw bounced.

Xia Yan had never encountered such a treacherous blade after all. The flat cutting Kun Zhiba was not exhausted, and he even leaned back sharply with a knife, but the golden wire saw was really difficult, and one or two of the serrated teeth hooked the corner of his clothes and couldn't get rid of it, and he brought a whole bunch of scorpion tails to nail over, and he had to suffer this no matter what. Xia Yan had no choice but to exert his strength, stepping on the thin ice and sliding away a little, his body was low and low, and he avoided this blow dangerously and skillfully. He already felt that such a move was so depressing—it was clear that this sword technique should be enough to deal with Shan Jiquan, but the opponent always seemed to have endless means to turn against the enemy. It is true that the gossip is endless, and relying on the two instruments is enough to use novel moves all the time, but - it is clear that he wants to solve it quickly, where is there time to delay any longer!

Or even - the opponent is a single spring, as long as one is not paying attention, he may be able to find his flaws and turn the scene upside down.

He didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he simply slid his whole body out of the reach of the golden wire saw whip. Shan Jiquan used his saw tail to hook up the fluffy grass, as if to remind him. He stretched out his arms lightly, carrying the "mirror trick", "if the void" and "if the truth" collided between the arms and the chest at an instant, the snowflakes that had not yet fallen and the snow particles that had already fallen were like being swept up by the wind, looking at the front, his whole person seemed to be surrounded by snow. Shan Jiquan frowned. This chaotic snow—of course, is not wrapped around Xia Yan's own. He couldn't help but secretly condense his vigilance, and sure enough, in the next moment, the sword wind stirred the breath of strength, the snow danced like a sharp sword, and the thread continued to shoot towards him one by one-it was a bit like the "Dance of Green Silk" that Lou Qianshan had used, but what Xia Yan used to urge this hurtful thread was not "Yin and Yang Translocation", but "Flowing Clouds".

With a flick of the sleeves of the robe, the wide sleeves are full of true power and bulge like the wind, covering the edge of the initial snow. He even took a few steps forward against Xia Yan's continuous attacks, and at the same time that his sleeves were knocked out of the holes by snow particles, the snake-like gold poked out again.

The onlookers were all surprised that this time there were two golden streaks that jumped out of Shan Jiquan's robe sleeve. I don't know if the golden wire saw could have been split and changed, or if Shan Jiquan was already carrying two pairs of these strange soldiers, two golden strips, one left and one right, wrapped around Xia Yan's arms like electricity. Xia Yan's right hand knife was raised, shooting down a golden light, and on the other side, he was driving Xue Wu with his left arm, and he didn't retreat at this time.

Even Xiang Liuyu behind him was shocked. If this blow is wrapped around the golden wire saw, it will be torn flesh and blood, and this arm will definitely be wasted. Thinking about it too late, the golden fruit was like a thin snake rolling along Xia Yan's arm to his shoulder, but he could see Shan Jiquan's face - it was still condensed. He seemed to have realized that if he really wanted to crush Xia Yan's arm, it seemed that he couldn't do it.

The left arm, which was clearly flesh and blood, had never been put on it with any protective armor, and was entangled by a golden wire saw, and it seemed that it was about to see blood. But - how can the Qi of Mingjing's protective body be wasted, Xia Yan is already using the virtual and real to complement the strength of the whole body, the silk saw is light and soft, and he is resisted by the real force, although he is entangled, he can't pierce it, and he only tears his left sleeve if he pulls hard. The only star inevitably came out of Xia Yan's upper arm, but that was already the limit of Shan Jiquan's strength—after all, the blade was too long, if the front end was not entangled, how could the end be able to exert its strength at will.

Xia Yan urged "Ruoshi" a little more to focus on his arm, the golden wire saw was exhausted and loosened, and his arm was free. The two golden wire saws were quickly retracted, and then they died again, and Xia Yan danced the sword light and snow shadow, still catching up. Hou Shou Shan Heng saw that the two of them were stalemate, and couldn't help but pull to Liuyu: "Uncle Xiang, you call someone up!"

Xiang Liuyu didn't want to, but at this time, Xia Yan's "empathy" and "flowing clouds" were in full swing, and the falling snow lingered around him, how could he still get close and intervene. He thought for a moment and raised his voice to speak: "Xia Junli, I advise you not to have to fight with Shan Xianfeng more. Shan Xianxian's martial arts are strong, full of wisdom, in the past twenty years, except for the sect leader, he has not lost once, and now he has not used all his strength, and you are alone, if you know each other, this will admit defeat, we may not necessarily embarrass you. ”

Half of what he said was to disturb Xia Yan's mind, but the other half was also the truth - Shan Jiquan was full of changes, and the golden wire saw was just one of his various means, in addition to still not being able to fight Tuoba Gu all these years, he really didn't scare anyone.

But when these words were heard in Xia Yan's ears, he suddenly shook his heart and saved something. His own tricks are probably not as good as Shan Ji Quan, but Tuoba Gu certainly won't have the tricks of Shan Ji Quan-he can win Shan Ji Quan, isn't it just the simple four words: Cover the trick with strength? If it is replaced by a Vermilion Bird, it must be the same.

Yes. He said in his heart. What am I wrestling with him. I used this unfamiliar knife to fight with such a strange blade as him, why didn't I also use the simplest method so that he couldn't use any tricks? I don't believe that his internal strength cultivation can still be higher than Huo Xin's.

Thinking of this, he suddenly slammed the knife in his hand to the ground, and the snow in the sky was still for a while, and the impending haze of the "tide" had made Shan Jiquan smell danger in an instant. He felt a chill in his heart for no reason, but—even if he had a hunch, there was nothing he could do. Throwing away all the blades and relying on Xia Yan, only the flesh palm remained, and that palm came so quickly-once upon a time, he had seen Xia Yan's palm hit Huo Xin's mountain with a tsunami, and he judged it almost instantly-At this moment, Xia Yan also used the "body gossip", so that the fierceness of the palm was probably difficult for him to fight. He's desperate. And he - in his busy schedule, there was no better way than to abandon the golden wire saw and return to his palm, just because of such a huge force, such a clever thing as the golden wire saw had already been pushed back by the tide of power, and he couldn't get close to him at all.

This "surge" was already approaching Shan Jiquan's chest—the wind was forcing him to breathe. Xiang Liuyu, Shan Heng and others all felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't help for a while—how to help. Seeing that this palm was going to be solid, I don't know what the result would be, but at this moment—within this exhale—Xia Yan's right shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain. A terrifying sound of wind, a painful tear of flesh, and a sharp object pierced through the back of his shoulder and pierced in front of him.