The pressure brought by the rain of arrows is not as great as it was at the beginning, perhaps because Pei Yuan and the others killed those archers who were in a situation of imminent danger after successfully rushing to Qilong Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but Zhang Yan thinks that it is also possible that the arrows are almost exhausted, after all, there is one less thing with one.

From the end of the team to the top of the mountain, Zhang Yan saw that the Jin soldiers may have lost nearly 1,000 people in the process of climbing the mountain. Therefore, human life is really as cheap as grass mustard, even if the archers on Qilong Mountain shoot a total of 100,000 arrows, according to this calculation, then a precious life is not worth a hundred arrows at best.

Ascending to the top of the mountain, the scene was chaotic, full of swords and swords, and deafening to angry wails. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, and he saw Murong Ying carrying a person on his back and landing in front of Zhang Yan, looking over, Murong Fei's shoulder was pierced by a feather arrow, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Therefore, when the enemy met him, he was very red-eyed, Zhang Yan actually didn't have any intention of provocation, he just casually glanced at Murong Fei, who was frowning and pale because of pain, as if he was looking at a stone or a flower. However, just as the speaker has no intention of listening, the relationship between Zhang Zhan and the Murong brothers is already unpleasant, and when you have already denied something, no matter how it behaves, even if it is just a kind smile, maybe you feel that it is mixed with endless ridicule and ridicule.

Murong Ying looked at Zhang Yan coldly: "Is Brother Zhang laughing?"

As I said just now, the relationship between the two is already hostile, Murong Ying didn't say this, Zhang Yan just walked by the two of them quietly, and they were in peace. But after hearing this, even if Zhang Zhan didn't intend to be sarcastic, he still had to act as a villain to fight two sentences: "Ho! Isn't this our dignified Young Master Murong Fei, who is the fourth prince of Beijing and also known as the 'world's first soft sword'?

Murong Fei listened to Zhang Yan's words, his whole body shook, and then a strange sound came out of his throat. You don't have to guess to know that you must have swallowed a mouthful of blood that was forcibly surging up under the anger in your heart.

Then Zhang Yan nodded with satisfaction, and then smiled at Murong Ying: "You must know that it is much more difficult to hold back not laughing than to hold back not crying, so no wonder I have a reserved smile now, I can only say that Young Master Fei is really too funny at the moment." ”

Murong Ying didn't speak, but after putting Murong Feiping away, he jumped in front of Zhang Yan in the blink of an eye and smashed a punch into Zhang Yan's face.

Zhang Yan had already taken precautions, and when Murong Ying swung his fist, he was attracted by his qi, and the long sword in his hand spontaneously rose and was meeting this punch.

The fierceness of the fist wind made Zhang have all his beard and hair, and his robe was raised. However, Murong Ying was the first group of people to climb the mountain, and he suffered huge losses when he avoided the rain of arrows that had just started to be like a rainbow, and he had just withdrawn from the fight to rescue Murong Fei, even if he didn't run out of oil and the lamp dried up, it is estimated that there is not much left. It was this punch that seemed more than strong, but it was like thunder and rain, and it was far from making Zhang Yansheng, who was waiting for work, irresistible vigilance.

The long sword came first, like an embroidery needle piercing through a large open cloth, sneering through the gang, piercing Murong Ying's shoulder.

Murong Ying was obviously surprised, who expected that Zhang Yan would not be seen for a few days, as if he had been reborn, and his swordsmanship and eyesight had greatly improved. According to Murong Ying's previous impression of Zhang Zhan, even if Zhang Zhan was on guard, even if he was overwhelmed, he could still be injured with the power of one punch.

Of course, this straight sword was not very magical, but the angle and timing of Zhang Xuan's sword were seamless. If the sword is released too early, the sword will stop before Murong Ying arrives and stab into the air, even if there is a blade in his hand, there will be no destructive power. And if Zhang Remnant took out the sword too late, he could directly deceive himself in the process of wielding the long sword, and he was caught off guard by taking Zhang Remnant off guard with a short game.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan's follow-up sword with infinite changes would explode at the moment when the destructive power was the strongest, and it would be on the shoulder well that he seemed to be sending up.

He naturally didn't know that just last night, when Zhang Zhan was dueling with Nangong, Zhang Zhan's phantom sword technique finally achieved a small success, and it was not to restore Wuxia Ameng.

If Murong Ying is at his peak, even if he loses the lead unexpectedly and is attacked by Zhang Yan's edgeless and unedged Yi Defense, he will rely on his pure internal strength to win in defeat. However, after a huge battle, unless Zhang Yan is a fool, he has no chance of winning. As a last resort, he could only change his tactics and took the first step to avoid the edge in his life.

This was a small step back for Murong Ying, but it was a big step for Zhang Yan to turn over and sing as a serf. How can he be forgiving, how can Zhang Zhan not know how to settle the account with himself after Murong Ying fully recovers, he will do it anyway, and take advantage of his illness to kill him.

The long sword suddenly exploded into a cloud of light, and then completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, leaving only an invisible sword qi.

Murong Ying lost all the games when he missed, but he was calm and calm in the face of danger, and he retreated calmly, swimming like a swimming fish, which was unpredictable.

Zhang Zhan only glanced at this kind of body, and regretted it.

After sighing secretly, he stopped his body, and knew that he had missed the best opportunity to kill Murong Ying.

There is no way, Zhang Zan's murderous intent is too heavy when he thinks he will win, so that he is eager to win. Before Murong Ying was forced to the point where there was no way to retreat, the power of his sword technique would inevitably be exhausted first. And if the old force is gone, and the new force is not born, if you continue to attack in the hollow stage, with Murong Ying's skill, you will definitely be able to grasp this fleeting flaw, and at that time, you may be killed by Murong Ying under the counterattack.

However, I have to say that after all, it was a victory, and Zhang Chuan could only accept it when he saw it. Knowing that the two would definitely be more incompatible in the future, he didn't expect to be good at all, so he pointed to his face and said with a smile: "Look, I'm still laughing." ”

Murong Ying's eyes were bright, and he obviously didn't intend to stop.

At this time, Bujing, who had just walked past the two of them, stopped, and Meimu swept past the two of them.

Zhang Zhan didn't know what Murong Ying felt, but after he was seen by this gaze, it was like pouring a pool of clear water on his head under the scorching sun, and he only felt that his whole body was full of comfort, and all the heat was swept away.

I saw that Murong Ying dissipated the momentum of recondensation, and said lightly towards Zhang Zhan: "I believe that in the near future, I will definitely learn Brother Zhang's wisdom again." ”

Zhang Yan is not a fool, he has made some progress, but he is still inferior to Murong Ying, so he laughed and said: "Zhang Mou will not accompany him." ”

Murong Ying seemed to have eaten Zhang Remnant, and said seriously: "Believe me, there are too many ways for Brother Zhang to accompany him to the end." ”

Zhang Yan didn't pay attention to it anymore, but he set his eyes on Jiang Qiu, who had his back to everyone, ignoring the fierceness of the battle behind him, and the soles of his feet were hanging in the air beyond the cliff.

The terrain on which he was standing was so thrilling, let alone being pushed up, I am afraid that just blowing at him could cause him to fall off the cliff and break his bones.

But all the fights were far away from him, and the nearest one, five feet away from him, posed no threat to him.

Only Bu Jing, leisurely and leisurely, walked straight towards him.