In the forbidden palace, except for the imperial guards, the rest of the people are rarely qualified to enter and exit freely with their blades. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhang Yan took a long sword from the weapon rack, flicked it lightly, only to hear a clear sound of "ding", felt the texture of this sword, and said, "Brother Murong is sure to beat Zhang?"

When Murong Ying heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "Just from Brother Zhang's sentence, I know that Brother Zhang has no confidence at all, otherwise why do you need to borrow my mouth to increase your own momentum." ”

Zhang Yan's heart was not shocked, although he did not have confidence, although Murong Ying's statement was indeed the truth.

Imagine that Murong Ying answered in the affirmative, and Zhang Yan would be despised by him, so as to inspire shame and courage to forge ahead, so as to help the power of the shot.

There is no need for him to answer in the negative, as long as he has even the slightest hesitation, it will greatly reduce the power of his own shot, which is also beneficial to Zhang Yan.

Murong Ying's answer was impeccable, but whether he was confident or not, this could not affect Zhang Yan himself. Because he is not fighting for other reasons now, but for Xiao Yu'er, he is angry, and he is angry for the psychological blessing of Hongyan, which makes Zhang Yan fearless at all.

It was only at this time that Zhang Zhan really discovered that his treatment of Xiao Yuer was far from being as simple as just "protecting".

The aftermath of the long sword's hum gradually became muffled, and finally it was completely abrupt. And Zhang Yan had already perfectly grasped the weight, length, width, texture and luster of this sword from the aftermath.

After all, he is not Chuantian, if he is Chuantian, at a glance, he can see this sword from the inside and outside.

With Zhang Yan's official entry, the onlookers were cheering.

Naturally, they would not applaud Zhang Yan, and perhaps there were only a few who cheered for Murong Ying. More often than not, it's just the excitement of being able to see a fight right away. People say that they are rich and prosperous, and in this seat, who is not a well-known ruler of power. Under the high authority, they need to pay special attention to their manners, so they cannot directly enjoy the sweetness of blood and the pleasure of killing, and can only rely on witnessing the violent fight of the duelist to satisfy the perverted desires suppressed in the depths of their hearts.

Look at those passionate faces!

At this time, Murong Ying stood sideways, his hands tied behind his back, quite pleasant. In addition to being chic, such a position also greatly reduces the effective "area" that can be stabbed by a long sword. His hands were empty, and he didn't choose any blades, perhaps out of confidence, or perhaps out of reluctance to waste his mind on familiarizing himself with a makeshift weapon.

A crisp bell rang to announce the start of the competition.

Thunderous cheers.

Murong Ying's long hair fluttered suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it was so fast that Zhang Zhan was caught off guard, and with one palm as a knife, he had already slashed at Zhang Xuan's chest.

The cold force rushed to his face, this was a move under Murong Ying's state of Quanjia, although the strength was still reserved, but the still strong internal force was like a thunderbolt, rolling over, enough to have the power of a soldier who surrendered without a fight.

Zhang Xuan's sword light appeared, and the long sword was like a spirit snake, piercing directly into Murong Ying's armpit.

Murong Ying didn't change his moves, because even if he was injured by both defeats, he would just be pierced by Zhang Remnant's long sword, and Zhang Remnant would be disemboweled, and he would die on the spot.

In his opinion, Zhang Remnant will inevitably be surrounded by Wei to save Zhao and collect his sword to defend himself, so he will be able to defeat Zhang Remnant in three or five moves.

However, he miscalculated.

Suddenly, the long sword in Zhang Yan's hand seemed to come to life, and there was no longer any obstruction, and under the strong internal force that Murong Ying could not bear, it broke in, and the long sword was raised and slashed towards Murong Ying's palm.

Rao is Murong Ying has already greatly changed his view of Zhang Yan's progress, and he is still surprised.

This trick is wonderful, the long sword is round, and it is no longer as straight and angular as when it was on Qilong Mountain a few days ago, and it is simply like Zhang Yan in his impression. And Zhang Zhan can change his moves freely without jerkiness under his own internal strength, and it is obvious that his internal strength is also accompanied by the progress of martial arts, which is also on a higher level.

He naturally didn't know how happy and dripping Zhang Yan and the successor of the Soul Rising Sect were in the unique battle that was purely spiritual, and how they benefited a lot from it.

As a last resort, Murong Ying put away his contempt, and could only change his moves, otherwise his palm would inevitably be cut off by Zhang Yan first.

With a light swing of one palm, the momentum did not weaken, and slapped towards Zhang Yan's sword body.

The reason why the momentum has not diminished is because Murong Ying instantly condensed all his strength, and he no longer dared to hide any secrets.

With a "bang", the two momentum touched, and a raging wind burst out on the ground, and the two of them were shocked back at the same time.

As soon as the castration stopped, the two of them returned to their original positions like springs in an instant. Zhang Yan's long sword stabbed continuously, pointing at Murong Ying's key points around his body, and he didn't dare to let him attack without hindrance.

The tip of the long sword couldn't help but tremble slightly, if ordinary people held the long sword with such a scene, it was definitely a natural phenomenon of insufficient wrist strength, uneven force, and unstable force. However, this kind of trembling was used in Zhang Yan's means, and Murong Ying suddenly felt that the edge had expanded by more than ten times and a hundred times. I just feel that my whole body is shrouded, just like under a sword, I can stab my entire body into flying ash and flesh, and there is no trace of any movement in the world.

In an instant, the fist shadow turned into a thousand, and the dance was impenetrable, and only the slightest wisp of true qi was probed to verify the strongest point pointed by the long sword in Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Jian suddenly felt that his offensive was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he was even more restrained by the air net, and the long sword was blocked so hard that it was difficult to move forward. And this is the other, Murong Ying's thousands of fist shadows suddenly returned to the sect and rushed into the sea, and slammed into Zhang Mianmian's door. At the beginning of the fist wind, Zhang Remnant's beard was blown as hard as he could.

Zhang Remnant's Phantom Sword Technique came out again, and in everyone's surprise, the long sword disappeared, leaving only an endless sword intent, not limited by any time and space, facing this punch.

In an instant, the fists and swords overlapped, and dozens of moves were passed.

Zhang Remnant's internal strength gradually weakened, and he put away his sword and turned back.

At this moment, no matter what people say to retreat, they will retreat.

As soon as Zhang Remnant retreated like this, Murong Ying was pulled by the qi machine, and rushed towards Zhang Remnant uncontrollably, and waved out with one palm, and even took advantage of the space where Zhang Remnant turned around and retreated, condensing several times the palm power, and it spread all over the sky.

Murong Ying's heart was determined, and he realized that this palm was powerful, even if he was the strongest person in the world like Yelu Chucai, Yin Yang Immortal Master, or Dongying Sword Saint here, he was afraid that he couldn't be indifferent.

And Zhang Yan's retreat was a last resort at this time. Because if you continue to fight, you will inevitably be the first to run out, and then you will have no power to fight back, so you can only be slaughtered by others.

The strong palm wind roared like a hurricane, blowing Zhang Yan's center of gravity almost unstable, and if he was not careful, he would be slapped away from the nine heavens. However, Zhang Yan held his breath and condensed, and his heart was as calm as water. The five fingers can't stop dancing lightly, as if gently paddling across the water surface of a thousand miles, breaking the waves and parting.

There were a few exclamations in the audience: "Fingering of flowers!"

As soon as the four words of the flower fingering came out, Murong Ying suddenly became confused.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan, who had his back to him, seemed to have turned into Jiang Qiu who was in the sky above the cliff in a trance.

And Jiang Qiu's shock to Murong Ying was too impressive. On that day, Jiang Qiu, with his back to everyone, broke the desperate blow of the face injury with one finger, resurfaced and remembered vividly. And under the all-out attack of Wan Yan Injury, Jiang Qiu almost took his life with such a move, if it wasn't for Zhang Yan's timely exit, his martial arts were not weaker than his own Wan Yan Injury, and he would inevitably die on the spot.

After his face was injured and he fell down, the rest of the people could only look at his back silently, and no one dared to make a move at Jiang Qiu.

Then Jiang Qiu hung half a step out of the cliff and stayed his center of gravity above the critical point. In the case of a mortal, as long as someone blows lightly, he can lose his center of gravity and fall headlong into the abyss from which he will never recover.

However, no one dared to push him.

For a while, memories and reality were intertwined, and Murong Ying really couldn't tell the difference, and it was Zhang Yan or Jiang Qiu who was facing away from him.

The only thing he knew was his deeply hidden fear of Jiang Qiu, and at this moment, it was suddenly like the power of this palm, surging and completely out.

Zhang Yan turned his back to Murong Ying, motionless as Jiang Qiu did when he faced the enemy.

Because there is no one in the world who deserves his extra actions.

Ask Guanyin why he sits upside down, hating sentient beings and refusing to turn back. (To be continued.) )