All in all, in a short period of time, Zhang Yan had already made a decision, replaced a flying sword, and prepared for battle.

"Finally, you didn't directly yell for help!hehe~ What a cautious young man!"

It's dark on all sides.

Overhead and under feet, front and back, left and right, the light transmitted from all directions dimmed at the same time. Between him and him, it seemed that there was an additional layer of hazy barrier, the distance became extremely distant, and the sense of space became blurred at the same time.

Zhang Yan's heart sank.

Not only was it suddenly pulled into a barrier that was isolated from the surrounding area, but the speaker's voice also changed. It sounds familiar, but it's definitely not water Baguio.

The heart is vigilant, and the appearance is still a relaxed and natural appearance. The blue clothes fluttered, and the crimson flying sword in front of him was bright and bright, like a bright ruby two feet long, suspended in the night sky. All other lights became blurred, and the "red slanting" became more and more vivid and beautiful.

"It's not enough to shout for help directly, I always have the courage to do so. Your Excellency hid your head and tail and led me here, I don't know why?"

"Why bother talking nonsense, you can't do it or not, you can't say it!" another voice came from overhead. It's also like a woman, her voice is not unpleasant, and her tone is not very intense. Listening to it in the ears, it makes people feel that a fierce and bloody breath is coming to the face.

The bloody ferocity was fleeting, and in the southwest direction, a red rain of sword light fell.

Zhang Yan pointed at the sword, and the red oblique sword shot out.

Originally, he thought that a sword light on the opposite side would be under his sword, restricting the scope and turning zero into a whole. Who knows, the little red rain that flew over the night sky in the southwest was only less than half, and it entangled his flying sword. Thousands of strands of red silk rain remained, and they continued to fly at high speed, directly attacking Zhang Yan himself.

Zhang Yanxin said: "Not good!" The mood sank again.

The man who shot was clearly a real-life opponent. This period of time was smooth, although there were several dangers, but they were all like walking on the ground to save the day. Combat effectiveness is increasing day by day. Not to mention killing an opponent like the Peerless Master, even a group of real people in the "Blue Sky and Watching the Sea" were overshadowed by him.

Although the performance is not obvious, in my heart, I have overestimated myself.

Before he encountered the Peerless Master for the second time, he would definitely not put himself in a strong position in advance when the enemy did not seem to be weak.

This hard-hitting sword attack exposed the basic gap between him and the decent Jin Dan.

Hundreds of sword lights struck at the same time, and the "red slant" could not be recovered for a while. Zhang Yan turned over in the air, allowing the blood-red sword light like raindrops.

After staggering with him, hundreds of sword lights quickly merged into one, gathered into a flying sword, and swirled towards him.

The red oblique sword flew back into his hand, Zhang Yan was not to be outdone, and the imperial envoy "red oblique" used the "iron cable across the river to smoke and miasma", the strongest guard in the twenty-nine styles of the mountain, and laid layers of sword nets around the body.

Jingle bell.

The flying sword slammed, and the sound of dense rain sounded.

The flying swords of the two were about the same color, flying in the air, a piece of red, dancing with blood, and they couldn't tell who was coming.

It didn't take long for Zhang Yan to understand in his heart. The woman in white who fought against him in the invisible blood mist must be above him in strength. Not only at the beginning, but also to resist his "red oblique" blow, but also to distract himself from attacking him. What's more important is that now, regardless of change, true yuan, or divine sense, he has fallen behind in multiple confrontations, and he has been completely suppressed by the woman in the white cloth of the blood sword.

Ever since he raised the level of the "Sword Technique of the Mountain".

It was the first time since "out of the gods, don't come out of the cardinal", it was the first time that it was suppressed purely because of swordsmanship.

There were also times when he fell into disadvantage before, but at that time, the sword was not as good as a human being, and it was just a surface. The real reason lies in the fact that the true yuan and cultivation are not as good as others, at most...... It can only be said that his swordsmanship is not enough to make up for the shortcomings in other aspects.

But this time, Zhang Yanshi really felt powerless.

Putting aside the true yuan and divine sense, and also removing the reason why the opponent's flying sword was two orders higher than him, speaking of the change in swordsmanship alone, he felt that he was exhausted and lonely, and there was a feeling that he had no way to advance or retreat. In many cases, it is necessary to rely on the sword to burst out with stronger power and consume more true elements in exchange for dodge space.

A cold woman chuckled from the southwest sky: "It's okay, do you want to try it?"

The body of the woman in white with a blood sword paused, and appeared in the night, but a flying sword became more and more weird, turning into a soaring blood net, overwhelming and dense.

If her swordsmanship just now was like a dense rain connected by threads, then now, it was like a storm of overturning the heavenly river. Split the head and cover the face, and hit it straight over.

Zhang Yan was helpless, rolled in the air a few times, lowered his altitude, and fell in the direction of Chunshan Changxia.

The bright red sword rain stopped and did not chase.

Below the direction of Zhang Yan's flight, a zigzag golden lightning appeared.

The voice of the other woman in the southwest was as cold, but the voice of the woman who was three points less sharp came: "Uncle Shi said yes, that's good!"

The zigzag gold wire emitted a powerful force, forcing Zhang Yan to turn around and return to his original position.

The stormy blood line condensed into a torrent, like a super huge red long stick, swept over from a place of a mile or two.

Zhang Yan's sword blocked, and the "red oblique" was about to touch the long stick, and the red long stick suddenly exploded, turning into thousands of threads and thousands of blood lines. Countless sword lights, sword shadows, sword winds, and sword qi attacked him in all directions along the mysterious route.

The other routes were blocked, and Zhang Yan was forced to dodge in the only gap left for him.

The cold voice of the Blood Sword Woman followed her like a shadow: "Senior Sister Wen, what do you see?"

"It's good that the two senior sisters call the shots!" another ethereal woman, as if she had never been contaminated with mortal dust at all, let alone bloody and murderous, appeared.

According to the introductory calculation, "Fairy Wind" Wen Qingying is a Jiazi later than Shang Qing'e and Gui Miao'an, and one Jiazi is earlier than Duan Feiniang and Shui Baguio, and the original generation is the same as Qin Jinweaving. However, her vein is not close to Gui, Qin, or Shang, Duan, or Shui, and she is commensurate with everyone who is a sister, and among the five elders of Chunmingmen, she is the most transcendent.

"The second senior sister has a heart, let's ask the senior sister to evaluate it!"

After Wen Qingying finished speaking, his long sleeves waved, and a strong wind was played, and he was about to concoct it in the same way, forcing Zhang Yan to the direction where Shang Qing'e was. Suddenly, there was a soft "huh" and all movements stopped.

Taking advantage of the time when the two of them were talking, Zhang Yan below had already withdrawn the flying sword, directly held the red diagonal sword with his right hand, and put on a posture, the door was rigorous, and the sword pointed to the "fairy wind".

Although Wen Qingying has a "non-fighting" attitude and a foothold in the core of Chunmingmen, she is not really an indifferent person who has no dust and no heart. What Gui Miaoan and Qin Jinzhi can do, when she arrives, she will be cut off, which is tantamount to slapping her in the face.

"Not bad!"

She praised lightly, her slender eyebrows furrowed, her wrists raised lightly, the heavenly wind condensed in her palm, and a storm blinked and grew. Seeing that he was about to strike a full blow, he couldn't make a move

On Zhang Yan's sword, there was also a condensation of fine light.

At first, he couldn't see the clues, but he felt that the flying sword "Red Slope" became extremely bright in his hand.

As the storm in Wen Qingying's left hand was generated, the essence light on Zhang Yan's sword became brighter and brighter. Finally, people can see clearly that the golden light overwhelms the color of the "red oblique" itself.

The middle of the spine of the sword is a line of golden, slowly extending, and the silk grows.

Before Wen Qingying could make a move, the line of golden yellow had already exceeded the length of the "red oblique" itself, and it came out from the tip of the sword.

It is like a flame blown into a line by the wind, and it is like an indestructible golden thread. The power and destruction contained in it, far away, Wen Qingying can also clearly feel it.

Zhang Yan's eyes stared at her like a falcon.

The two clashed their divine thoughts, and their divine senses locked each other.

Wen Qingying clearly knew that once the storm in his hand was shot, it would be the time for Zhang Yan to counterattack with the golden thread. The worst thing is that she is not completely sure to resist Zhang Yan's next sword.

"This kid!

risking his own life, Wen Qingying was reluctant. returned in vain, lost face, and fattened what she wanted.

Zhang Yan was holding back a breath of anger in his heart, Wen Qingying's face was at stake, and no one refused to back down first. The two can't hold each other!

When an accident happened, Gui Miaoan's face was slightly surprised at first, and then returned to normal. Only the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, revealing her mood to watch a good show.

Qin Jinzhi flew into the air and stood side by side with her.

In the other two directions, "Spring Wave Fairy" Shui Baguio and "Plain Hands Cloud Weaving" Duan Feiniang also appeared.

Shui Baguio Yurong was worried, and frequently looked to the northeast.

There was a chuckle from the northeast, and before anyone arrived, the voice had already come first.

It was the same chuckle, this sound in the night, and the previous contact, Shui Baguio's narrowness, Duan Feiniang's gentleness, and earlier tonight, Gui Miao'an's cold and bloody, Qin Jin's like a cold and clear spring are different.

Three points of coquettishness and seven points of majesty, mixed into a unique sound, full of strange charm.

A pair of phoenix eyes first appeared in the night sky.

It seems to be bewitching and evil, and with a lonely self-promise, everything does not linger in the noble and majestic shore.

The Great Elder of the Chunming Gate, Shang Qing'e, flew from the northeast sky. first praised it: "I haven't seen you for half a year, Zhang Yan, your cultivation has not improved much, but your combat power has risen sharply, which is gratifying!" didn't give Zhang Yan time to respond, and immediately turned to the "fairy wind" Wen Qingying: "Compete with the younger boys, you are really 'pure'!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

On her palace dress, two long streamers suddenly flew out, separating the two.

Zhang Yan's eyes were full of flowers, and the golden light in his hand was dim. It was not easy to find an opportunity, and the condensed sharp gold sword intent returned to heaven and earth and disappeared without a trace. On the red diagonal sword, only the sword qi that his own true yuan had transformed into was left, and there was no threat to Jindan Zhenren.

Zhang Yan was startled and looked up suddenly.

In the distant sky, the storm mass compressed to the size of a football in Wen Qingying's hand was also invisible, Wen Qingying's face was pale, and he bowed down to plead guilty.

"That's it!" Shang Qing'e waved her hand to signal that she would not be held accountable, and said, "With the sword just now, Zhang Yan, you are already qualified to take charge of the monthly order. 'Tianzhong' has a lot to do with it. Zhang Yan's cultivation realm is insufficient, and it is still according to the original arrangement, and you are in charge. The 'Remnant Winter' Lord was silent and slaughtered, and everything withered, which was slightly similar to his sword intent, just to fill Su Yueyi's shortcomings......