After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Yan still didn't secretly throw away the true dragon's blood before leaving. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He just wanted to try, after all, Chuantian was the person he admired and admired the most except for Xiao Po, who had passed away. Sometimes wishful thinking and trust are so unreasonable, even though they already have doubts, they still don't want to plan for the worst, but like a moth to a fire, they don't repent unless they are bruised.

However, when it was time to camp at night, Zhang Yan's face turned pale, and he was covered with cold sweat and burrowed into the camp tent with a broken face.

Wan Yan was reading at night, there shouldn't be any yellow books at that time, and even if he was buried in the Four Books and Five Classics, Zhang Yan didn't care. However, when he saw Zhang Remnant's expression, he was taken aback: "Why is Brother Zhang so embarrassed?"

Zhang Yan wiped his sweat, the chill in the dark always lingered, and said, "Can I sleep in Brother Wanyan's tent tonight?"

Wan Yan looked at Zhang Yan and kindly reminded: "Actually, Zhao Changfeng's camp is not far away. ”

Zhang Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his expression eased slightly: "Brother Wanyan, don't tease, how can I satisfy him alone." ”

Wan Yan looked like he had seen someone who had come over, and nodded deeply in his heart.

Zhang Yan was angry, but he did relax a lot, and said: "I always feel a sense of crisis." ”

Wan Yan smiled sadly: "Brother Zhang is too worried, if you are worried about the two Murong brothers, there is no need at all." None of them are the ones who are secretly killers, and they can't afford to lose that face. ”

Zhang Yan didn't talk nonsense anymore, and said straightforwardly: "In a word, just say it's okay! If it's okay, I'll fall asleep, if it's not good, I'll turn around and come back and sleep after Brother Yan turns off the lights." ”

Wan Yan couldn't help but shake his head and smiled: "The path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you, Brother Zhang, please!"

After saying that, he made a mistake and gave up a place on the simple bed.

Zhang Yan couldn't wipe the sweat that came out again, but he didn't forget to take out a piece of silver, and casually leaned into the placket of Wanyan's chest. Ran reached halfway through his hand, suddenly woke up, and looked at Wan Yan's eyes in embarrassment: "I forgot that Brother Wan Yan is friendly, no charge." ”

Wan Yan commented on the injury: "Brother Zhang's action is very skillful. ”

He Yi lay down, the more Zhang Yan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, the more intense the sense of crisis became, he opened his eyes, looked at the camp tent that was surging because of the night wind, and said loudly: "Can Brother Wanyan sleep smarter tonight?"

Wan Yanshu should still be concentrating on reading, and replied without turning his head: "With such an uncertain factor as Brother Zhang, I don't think it's easy to be clever." ”

Zhang Yan didn't have the slightest joking mood at the moment, the irritability in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe, and he sat up suddenly, staring at the injured figure.

Wan Yan also sensed the violent fluctuations in Zhang Zan's emotions, turned his head in surprise, looked at Zhang Zan's cheeks that were getting whiter and whiter and cold sweat, and just heard Zhang Zan's panting and saying, "Turn off the lights, but don't sleep!"

Wan Yan didn't speak again, and nodded.

Night.

Zhang Remnant seems to be asleep, with a long sword in his hand, and a pillow to wait for.

Wan Yan was very loyal to serve as a guard, half sitting and half leaning, leaning on the chair next to him.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Yan suddenly felt that the temperature around him had plummeted, and he couldn't help but feel a little chilly. At the same time, Zhang Yan also clearly sensed that Wan Yan sat up in shock, and he also noticed the abnormality.

And the next moment, a strong wind hit his back, if this strong wind could pass through Zhang Zhizhi's back, it happened to be where the blood of the true dragon was.

The speed of the strong wind is simply beyond Zhang Yan's imagination, how can he stop it. Fortunately, he was waiting for his face injury, and he didn't let Zhang Zhan be dug out of his heart and lungs.

However, with the ability to finish the face injury, he didn't have time to take out the weapon, flew up with a kick, and went straight to the black shadow door.

To Wan Yan's surprise, the black shadow didn't dodge at all, and it seemed that he didn't realize that Wan Yan's kick was enough to open mountains and break rocks, even if he was wearing the hardest armor, he would definitely be kicked and his skull shattered.

There was a dull sound of "bang", and Wan Yan's kick was like kicking thick steel, if it weren't for his kick being infused with supreme true qi, I was afraid that it would be broken by the force of the shock. Rao was like this, and he couldn't help but snort in pain.

And looking at the black shadow again, it seemed to be unscathed, still grabbing Zhang Zhi's back with one claw.

However, after getting the shot of Yan Injury, Zhang Yan had time to bounce up from the bed in time, and the long sword exploded countless sword shadows, piercing the door of the black shadow.

Wanyan didn't have time to applaud Zhang Yan's sword, but rushed out: "Be careful!"

Although Zhang Zhan didn't know what had just happened, he couldn't help but be a little wary when he heard the reminder of Yan Yan's injury. Although after being distracted, the sword momentum was weak, but it was still like a rainbow and headed under the black shadow.

As soon as the tip of the sword touched the black shadow door, it made a crisp sound of "ding", which gave Zhang Yan the feeling of stabbing steel. The shadow of the sword dispersed, leaving only the slightly cold light of the sword body between the remnants and the black shadow. And the subsequent changes in the Phantom Sword Technique also came to an abrupt end due to the accident that the first sword was blocked.

The phantom sword technique and the body technique complement each other, and the sword stops and stops. And the two compete, which can be allowed to hesitate and pause.

Before Zhang Remnant could withdraw and retreat, the black shadow swept Zhang Remnant's neck diagonally from bottom to top with one arm. The long sword that stood between the two was like a swan song before death, and when it broke with a loud bang, the strong wind did not weaken in the slightest, and continued to sweep diagonally.

Zhang Remnant was shocked, and retreated backwards at a rapid speed without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and with the airflow brought by Zhang Remnant when he retreated, the black shadow carried the momentum down at a faster speed of going up the line.

The night wind howled, blowing the curtain of the tent, and by the dim light of the fire that slipped in outside, Zhang Zhan saw a black hand, and the long, curly, and black-glowing nails on the hand missed the firelight, and then fell into darkness again, still sweeping Zhang Zhi's neck.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Remnant could not avoid it, his five fingers crossed the graceful trajectory, and in a strange rhythm, he seemed to be slow and fast and instantly condensed his true qi on the city wall, and used the fingering method of the flower to claw to claw to slap hard.

The energy intersected, Zhang Yan was shocked, and he couldn't stop flying backwards. Originally, there was nothing wrong, but after Zhang Yan sensed the situation of his true qi swimming in the other party's body, his heart was terrified, and it was difficult to resist the other party's strength under the dissipation of his true qi. After his heart was loosened, Zhang Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood. And the castration that could have been suppressed was also difficult to stop in time, and it broke through the thick tarpaulin of the camp tent with a "hiss" and fell to the ground.

Then there were several fierce collisions, and Wan Yan was injured like Zhang Cripple, breaking through the tarpaulin, flying upside down, breaking the rope holding the camp tent, and the camp tent suddenly balanced and collapsed.

"What people!"

After a few vigilant shouts, several figures came together, and then figures appeared in the surrounding tents, rushing here.

Dozens of torches lit up almost half of the sky, and Zhao Changfeng's body was the most ghostly, so he arrived before everyone else.

He looked at the disheveled Zhang Cripple and the wounded face with a strange look, and then looked at the collapsed flat camp tent: "How long have you not seen each other, and you have made such a big battle." ”

Zhang Yan and Wan Yan looked at each other in the same fear, and they were so frightened that they couldn't speak at all for a while.