Just looking at Chen Minghui's starting movements, Zhang Yan knew that he was using the cloud-piercing style in the phantom sword technique. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Any move in martial arts is born after a thousand tempers. Therefore, the moves are fixed, and even though they may change when responding to the enemy, they are still scattered and the spirit is not dispersed.

Therefore, although Zhang Yan could not accurately judge where Chen Minghui's sword was pointing, he could block his smoothness first.

The thick-backed knife slashed three times in a row in the emptiness, each with a different force and speed. Therefore, these three knives seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they give people the feeling of wanting to break off and break the thread.

Chen Minghui was even more shocked at this time.

The phantom sword technique Chen Minghui comprehended only this style. All along, it has been treasured by himself like a stunt at the bottom of the box. Seeing that Zhang Yan had been injured, Chen Minghui wanted to make a quick decision, so he made an exception.

The cloud-piercing style is the heaviest and unstoppable, with the momentum of advancing and retreating. To perform this trick, you need to treat death as if you were home, and you will not return as if you are gone.

If Chen Minghui's sword is like a rampaging dragon, then Zhang Xuan's three swords are more like a boundless net. Chen Minghui was born with the frustration of being caught in the net and having nowhere to hide.

Chen Minghui had no choice but to turn around and retreat. The momentum of advancing and retreating has to be withdrawn, and the deep frustration in my heart is still a trivial matter. The key majestic internal force suddenly poured thousands of miles, and suddenly it was covered with water and then retracted, and the meridians were painful as if they were bursting, and under the damage, it was impossible to continue the fierce battle in a short time.

Zhang Remnant stepped on Tiangang's strange steps steadily, steadily and steadily, and went up with the trend.

At the critical moment, Chen Minghui's extraordinary martial arts foundation was fully revealed, and the amazing balance made his retreat as free as castration.

The long sword is like a silver needle, and in the blink of an eye, it is like a firework that rises into the sky, making people bloom with ten thousand spots of light under the heartbeat.

The sword qi is criss-crossed. Zhang Yanhou's back knife rolled up the rolling waves and hit its edge.

Suddenly, the sneering sound couldn't stop sounding, and the two air currents did not give way to each other. The last two streams of air collided with each other, and there was a loud bang and an explosion from it.

The dust was carried by the overflowing air currents, like a sandstorm, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the sky was not visible.

With the intersection of swords as the center of the circle, within two zhang, the ground is clean and clean, and the dust is not clean.

Wan'er's hand was still holding Zhang Remnant, and Zhang Remnant was unwilling to break free vigorously, and after secretly saying a pity, he did not move. After all, if Zhang Zhan continued to pursue at this time, he was nearly seventy percent sure that Chen Minghui would be beheaded by the knife.

Chen Minghui's hair spread its teeth and claws, fluttering with the air current. Although his meridians were damaged, he had a domineering technique that stimulated his potential and was specifically used to fight back. Especially when life and death are threatened, it can play an infinite role. After secretly saying a pity, he knew that even if he urged this exercise now, because of the active attack, the power would be greatly reduced, and the outcome would be unpredictable. After also standing still, he sighed in his heart: how good it would be if Zhang Remnant continued to approach, and he would have absolute confidence to take Zhang Remnant's life at that time.

"Zheng" sounded, as if it had been agreed, and the two of them were completely in unison and returned their blades to the sheath at the same time.

Chen Minghui didn't say half a word of nonsense, just turned around and left.

Zhang Yan is quite appreciative of this, because the matter has come to this point, except for the death of the other party, it can be satisfactorily resolved, so any nonsense has to be added to the snake.

Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and since she didn't have a handkerchief in her hand, she could only wipe the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

Seeing that Wan'er was as relaxed as the rest of her life after the catastrophe, Zhang Yan suddenly thought about it. Do you only allow yourself to still miss Qin Xingya in your heart, but you don't allow Wan'er to have a love affair? Since the world is never reasonable, it is more necessary to accommodate each other.

Wan'er seemed to see what Zhang Yan was thinking, and she smiled happily.

Then, he glanced at Chen Minghui's back with a little disdain.

Just like Wan'er herself said, she doesn't know how to read, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know things.

It is better to destroy ten temples than to demolish one family. Chen Minghui actually used the rehashing of the old matter with himself as a breakthrough to attack Zhang Zhan, destroying the relationship between Zhang Zhan and Wan'er, and deeply hurting Wan'er. Of course, this is not the work of heroes.

Obviously sensing Wan'er's gaze, Chen Minghui's leisurely departure stopped abruptly.

Then, as if it had never stopped, it continued leisurely.

confirmed Zhang Yan's thoughts, Wan'er still has a place in Chen Minghui's heart. However, hurting others with feelings, in this invisible struggle, will only hurt 1,000 enemies and 800 self-inflicted. Moreover, in the confrontation of feelings, there has never been a winner since ancient times, only to see who is more heartbroken.

Zhang Yan clenched Wan'er's little hand and said softly, "Let's go!"

Wan'er nodded obediently and accompanied Zhang Remnant.

It's like a dream, but nothing has happened. Zhang Yan thought of Chen Minghui's previous statement that Wan'er was tired, so he asked without a trace: "What was Wan'er worried about last night?"

After Wan'er heard this, she said with a sad face: "Last night, the saint decreed that the young lady was married to Zhao Qingyun. ”

When Zhang Yan heard this, he didn't worry about Xiao Yu'er's future, but he thought that if Xiao Po was still alive, would Zhao Kuo dare to be so unscrupulous? But unfortunately, facts are facts, and they will never make any changes because of people's fantasies.

Sighing, Zhang Yan said: "If you can't marry your beloved, then the best husband's family is in a good situation." Fortunately, at least Zhao Qingyun still has the latter. ”

Wan'er forced a smile and didn't answer.

Zhang Yan also knew that he was standing and talking without backache, how could Xiao Yu'er lack gold and silver? Or was it because of Zhao Qingyun, this person was really a wine bag and rice bag, and there was nothing to be desired in his whole body. And when they met, Zhang Yan felt that his body had been hollowed out by the wine, and almost all his vitality had been overdrawn.

Thinking of Xiao Yu'er as a considerate girl, even if she is not a natural beauty and has no extraordinary beauty, Zhang Yan still feels worthless for her. After calming down a little, Zhang Yan asked, "What did Miss say?"

Wan'er sneered, looked around the left and right, and then said cautiously: "Who dares to disobey the emperor's order?" After the young lady knew, she was just silent for a long time, and finally muttered a sentence - life has no roots, floating like a stranger to the dust. ”

The taste in Zhang Remnant's heart was mixed in all kinds, he lowered his head and sighed, "What did the old lady say?"

Wan'er followed behind Zhang Zan, without saying a word, until Zhang Zan's surprised look at herself, and then said slowly: "The old lady is so angry that she falls ill." ”

The so-called rich is only three generations, Zhang Zhan still didn't expect that the Xiao Mansion in the sky, with the fall of Xiao Po, would change in an instant. Even if Zhang Remnant wanted to do something, he was at a loss.

Life is like roots, floating like dust.

If this kind of recession is really the trend of the times, please forgive Zhang for being a crippled person, who is too weak to support alone, and has no power to return to the sky.

Live your own life, the life and death of others, you can't make it and don't worry about yourself. Zhang Yan thought secretly.