Poor Zhang Remnant didn't even breathe, and the long whip that had been black was like a black mamba, vicious and vicious towards Zhang Remnant's eyebrows. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

With this long whip as a bond, two more people flew down from the second floor, one holding a knife and one holding a sword, and after touching the ground, the toes touched the ground a little, and without making any stops, they struck at Zhang Remnant at the same time.

I don't know if it's because it's especially easy for the masters to cooperate, or because these three people have developed an incomparable tacit understanding in their daily lives.

Because Zhang Yan knew that if he didn't make any counterattack or escape now, the long whip and the sword would hit his body at the same time.

At this juncture, there must be no mistakes.

Everyone understands the characteristics of the long whip, and the most afraid of being cut off halfway is that with the strength of the whip, it is impossible to surpass the whip in any case.

In the next moment, Zhang Yan did not retreat but advanced, and before the long whip that was gathering momentum reached the peak of its greatest power, the Qingfeng Sword suddenly erupted, like slashing a snake seven inches, and slashed towards the middle of the long whip with a more ferocious momentum.

The middle point of the long whip is not strong in front and back, and it is also the weakest point.

And the two people holding swords, because they were eager to connect with the offensive of the person who wielded the long whip after landing, were successfully used by Zhang Zhan under the urgency of over-pursuing "hitting Zhang Remnant at the same time".

How could these two people have the body of turning and turning in mid-air, and when they rushed forward like cannonballs, they happened to pass by Zhang Remnant's non-retreat instead of retreating.

Zhang Remnant slashed the long whip into two sections with a sword.

Not only that, Zhang Remnant's body contains the blood of the true dragon, and among the true qi and strength he exerts, there is also a particularly domineering side of the true dragon's blood. I saw that the poor "black mamba" was blown into powder by Zhang Yan's remaining strength. And the person who carried the whip was implicated by the residual force because he precipitated his mind into the whip body, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and he was planted from the second floor.

I haven't talked much about it before, but here's an explanation.

In the setting of this book, a warrior and the weapon in his hand are inseparable and similar to "blood is thicker than water". Take Zhang Yan as an example, if he just condensed his true qi on his hands, then the long sword in his hand was actually no different from the ornament, let alone the "sword qi" that was generated.

Only by fusing one's own spirit and spirit into the weapon in his hand can the weapon exert its greatest power. Otherwise, no matter how much magic a weapon is, it is just sharp.

Therefore, in the previous chapters, there have been many examples of self-injury due to the destruction of weapons.

I guess if you explain it this way, those who often read novels will understand what's going on, so you won't talk about it.

When the two people holding the swords stood still, they just turned around, and Zhang Yan just happened to fly a sword, slashing the head of the person who was planted from the second floor with his head down.

Two extremely angry roars pierced the silence of the night, and Zhang Yan laughed: "The two old brothers are really amazing, they can open their mouths so wide!"

I saw that the two of them each stared at Zhang Yan viciously with a pair of red eyes that breathed fire: "Lao Tzu fought with you!"

Simple anger may make people's momentum reach an unprecedented height, but if the mentality is unstable and the rules are chaotic, it is easier for people to find flaws in their moves.

Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, and he had just taken a step forward, when he suddenly felt a little cold wind behind him penetrate his heart.

Its speed is as fast as lightning, and the white horse passes through the gap.

Zhang Yan didn't even have time to turn around, the long sword stabbed with his back hand, and the next moment, he only felt a sticky strength firmly trapping the Qingfeng Sword. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Zhang Zhan already knew that it was another annoying long whip that successfully attacked him.

If you don't let go at this time, you will definitely be beaten into a pulp by a sword that has already rushed in your face.

made a decision immediately, poked out his thumb alone, and snorted and let out a fierce energy.

One finger of Zen, specializing in breaking the true qi of the inner family.

Well, although Zhang Remnant's finger Zen is still a half-ass. But it was more than enough to break the sword move of a mad man.

One finger of Zen's true qi was invincible, piercing through the man's sword net like a bamboo, and slammed into his chest.

Then Zhang Zhan put his hands together in time, just clasped the other person's move to split Huashan tightly in both hands, flew up with a kick, and kicked the person's lower yin.

The miserable scream, people who don't know hear it, maybe think it's an owl in **.

Although he successfully dissolved the attack of the two people he was facing, Zhang Zhan's back was exposed at the moment, and the long whip and the long sword swept past Zhang Zhan's hind legs without any resistance.

A streak of blood splattered out, and Zhang was so painful that he almost wanted to roll.

The longer the weapon, the more difficult it is to control, and the more it consumes true qi.

The characteristics of the long whip are originally soft and soft, mysterious and varied, and it is difficult to guard against. But if you control a long sword with such strength, it will inevitably be plausible and draw a tiger dog.

Therefore, Zhang Zhan knew this, so he chose to resolve the killing momentum coming from the front first, and he could only ignore the injuries behind him as a last resort.

Although Rao was not seriously injured, Zhang Yan still snorted, and then turned around and slapped his palm on the whip.

The long whip was stretched straight, and through the long whip, Zhang Yan and the man exchanged hands without any fancy internal force, and the two of them were also shocked by the strength of the other party and took two steps back.

Fortunately, the tightly entangled Qingfeng Sword successfully escaped from the trap and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yan had just taken a step towards the Qingfeng Sword, and the sharp pain in his leg was not mentioned for the time being, only to feel an overwhelming strong palm force behind him slapped on his right shoulder. Then I heard Zhou Xiu's particularly hearty laughter: "Brother Zhang's means are far more inferior than those portrayed in intelligence. ”

At this juncture, Zhang Yan smiled heartily: "Zhang is already skilled. ”

After saying that, he didn't look back, and his five fingers drew a graceful and mysterious trajectory.

Flower fingering.

In an instant, the fingering of the flower drove the strength of Zhang Xuan's whole body, and his thumb made a thunderous roar, and his backhand was pointed at the center of Zhou Xiu's palm.

After a loud bang, the point where the two vast true qi intersected, an incomparably fierce wind burst out, and it actually blew the wooden floor within three feet into the air.

Zhang Zhan didn't know how Zhou Xiu felt, but Zhang Zhan himself only felt that he was drilled into the eight veins of the Qi Jing by an extremely cold force, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar when he landed, and it was so stiff that it was difficult to even move half a finger.

This is the first time that the fingering of the flower has been in a duel of equal strength, not only did it not occupy the absolute upper hand, but it did not even achieve an equal score, but it actually showed a trace of defeat.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight.

Zhang Zhan hadn't regained consciousness yet, and when he was shocked by Zhou Xiu's internal force and leaned forward, the long whip rolled towards his neck at this critical moment.

Zhang was unable to resist and could not avoid it, so he could only subconsciously look up at the owner of the long whip.

A moving beauty with bright eyes and bright teeth, dressed in a floral dress, looked at Zhang Yan condescendingly as if she was looking at a dead person.