The palms and fingers touched, but the two forces unbelievably canceled each other out and came to naught. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And the bodies of the two people shook violently at the same time, like an electric shock, and they couldn't stop spurting blood at the same time.

Zhang turned around, held the sword in both hands, pointed straight at the sky, and said with a radiant expression: "Brother Murong has been injured often?"

Murong Ying's eyes showed a strange light, looking at Zhang Zhan, Zhang Zhan smiled when he saw this: "Very good, it seems that Zhang's many past injury experiences can come in handy at this time." ”

Murong Ying still didn't speak, because the surprise in his heart had already made him speechless at all.

The power of his palm just now, although at the last moment, due to the influence of illusion, made it difficult for him to distinguish Zhang Yan and Jiang Qiu clearly, so that his palm power weakened a little under the intimidation. But even then, the power is not much inferior. Who would have thought that after taking over, he faintly felt that his strength was eaten by Zhang Yan's fingering.

The key is that Zhang Yan's internal strength is far less strong than his own, but he can fight hard without defeat after making one move, which really makes Murong Ying feel more and more difficult for Zhang Yan.

However, the two also had no way back.

For Murong Ying, he represents Wanyan Zhongkang's first confrontation with Wanyan Wuself, and the first battle between the two princes must not be lost.

For Zhang Can, it's very simple, purely just for Xiao Yu'er. And since ancient times, for the sake of Bojia people to smile, there has always been no shortage of masters who don't even want the country.

Therefore, Zhang Zhan also regarded death as home.

Not for anything else, purely for Xiao Yu'er.

By now, in fact, the strength between the two has been almost equal. I have to mention it here, just like the sentence that a contemporary cross talk master often says: Actors fight to the end, and they fight for knowledge. Then the warriors fight to the death, fighting not only for strength and martial arts, but for wisdom.

Zhang Yan naturally knew that there was still a gap between himself and Murong Ying, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to provoke every time he didn't dare to take the initiative to fight. Therefore, if Zhang Chuan wants to win, he must win in defeat, rack his brains, and narrow the disparity in strength between the two.

Just like just now, Murong Ying's shocking palm was actually a means for Zhang Yan to deliberately put him to death and survive. Fortunately, as Zhang Remnant expected, there were really people who were shocked by the fingering of the flowers, and they lost their voices when they saw it.

Just imagine, if these four words were drunk by Zhang Yan, it would definitely not have such a great effect, but would make Murong Ying feel that he was just a fox and a fake tiger.

And those who said the words "flower fingering" were not only sad, but also Pei Yuan and Murong Fei. Through their mouths, it was not groundless, and Murong Ying would be associated with Jiang Qiu by these four words, which would affect the exertion of his palm power, and then let Zhang Yan succeed, causing both of them to be injured after fighting hard.

At this moment, Murong Ying's skills were naturally more profound.

Zhang's injury experience is another advantage.

But he had already mastered what he would do if he was injured. At the same time, the strength and accuracy of the shot are also mastered.

Well, there's really nothing to brag about in such an experience. However, if you can disturb the opponent's mind and make him waver, "Maybe I don't have much advantage when I'm injured", that's a success.

Look at each other, and be the one who doesn't give in. They each shouted violently, and then rushed together again.

Murong Ying turned around and led the whirlwind, missing Zhang Yan's sword qi like a spinning top, his five fingers together, and stabbing Zhang Yan's throat like a sharp sword.

Zhang Xuan's phantom sword technique came out again, and the sword intent was overwhelming, transcending time and space, and was not affected by Murong Ying's internal force at all. Then the shadow of the sword densely turned into a little star in the sky, either dim or twinkling, weaving into a beautiful and eternal galaxy. After the Milky Way broke through the sky, it immediately poured like mercury into the ground, penetrating everywhere.

But the sound of bang Until there was a bone crack, and the two retreated at the same time.

Blood gushed from Murong Ying's right rib, and Zhang Yan's left shoulder collapsed unnaturally.

In the final encounter, the two were injured at the same time again.

This is still the end of the fight, and the strength is insufficient, otherwise, each will be hit by the other party, and it will inevitably be invaded by the other party's internal force to ravage the meridians, and then it will not die or be disabled.

After retreating, the cheers and applause simply resounded throughout the sky.

But Zhang Zhan didn't have much pride. Imagine that your blood or life only has the effect of earning enough applause, then you are really a plaything in the eyes of others.

Like cows gasping, both of them were spraying mist, gasping for breath. And the war spirit in each other's eyes is surging more and more.

With another loud shout, as soon as Zhang Yan stabbed out the long sword, he screamed in his heart.

I am afraid that the shoulder bone is not as simple as breaking, it may have been completely broken, and even if it recovers in the future, it may also fall into the root of the disease that cannot be cured.

The four eyes met just now, and Zhang Yan didn't have time to pay attention. Now as soon as he made a move, the terrible pain spasmed his whole body, and Zhang Yan couldn't help but scream miserably, and the long sword in his hand suddenly felt as heavy as Mount Tai, and he almost got out of his hand.

Murong Ying was afraid that Zhang Yan would not tire of deceitful methods, so he didn't dare to go all out, and lifted a kick to kick Zhang Yan away.

"Bang", if it is good or not, the left shoulder falls to the ground, and the bone crack bears the weight and impact of the whole body, so that as soon as Zhang Remnant lands, he is accompanied by a more violent scream, and bounces up from the ground.

Only then did Murong Ying know that he had missed a good opportunity, but it didn't matter, he had won now. So he smiled and said, "Brother Zhang's experience has one more thing." ”

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth, endured unbearable pain, and let out a faint moan that even he felt harsh. Suddenly, I felt a tenderness engraved on my face, and I saw Xiao Yu'er stand up, tears like rain, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't fight, I'll go with him." ”

She didn't speak in a slow tone anymore.

It feels so fresh.

Zhang turned his head violently, his eyes were red, and he roared at Murong Ying: "Xiao Yu'er!"

Xiao Yu'er's three words seemed to be "Evolve Yagu Beast", and the gratuitous end made Zhang Yan forget all the pain in his thoughts, although there was no paralysis in the body at all, but it was even stronger.

A sword swings the world.

Although the moves were already messy, Zhang Yan's momentum had never been so high, slashing towards the top of Murong Ying's head.

Murong Ying waited intently, but when he saw Zhang Yan's crazy appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little faintly cold. However, his hand did not relax, clenched his fist, and slammed it on the sword.

The two forces touched, and the two people, who were almost exhausted, collided so fiercely that blood spurted at the same time again.

"Xiao Yu'er!"

Zhang Yan didn't even turn his breath, endured the pain of the broken meridians and the broken bones of the left shoulder and shoulder bone piercing the flesh and blood from the inside out, and let out another loud shout, and slashed at Murong Ying with a sword again.

Murong Ying's wound was torn at this time, and he was also in pain, but at this moment of life and death, his potential burst out, and he smashed Zhang Yan's long sword with another punch.

Zhang Yan screamed "ah" and fell to the ground, and Murong Ying also knelt on the ground, paralyzed all over. And the infinite belief made Zhang Zan's rise again, using all his strength, all his resentment, and all his pain, and roared hoarsely: "Xiao-Yu-Er-"

With a sword in the head, in Murong Ying's shocked eyes, he slashed hard.

"Jingling" A crisp sound sounded, and under Zhang Yan's gaze, the long sword could no longer be touched by any force, and the sword body was blocked and collapsed when it touched Murong Ying's skull, turning into thousands of fragments.

Zhang Yan looked at Murong Ying, and Murong Ying looked at Zhang Yan.

The faces of the two were no more than a foot apart, and they were both stunned.

In the end, Murong Ying's face was bleeding and showed a hideous smile: "It seems that God is unwilling to help Brother Zhang." ”

With a bang on the ground, Zhang Yan landed again, only to feel that his whole body fell apart, and all his strength disappeared. And the anger in his chest also disappeared along with the potential in the potential human body, and the soreness and severe pain hit Zhang Yu like a tide.

In a daze, Zhang Yan heard a loud voice that seemed to be the lord of the Jin Kingdom: "Murong Yingsheng!"

At that moment, Zhang Zhan just felt that no one should touch him, and he was dead. (To be continued.) )