The knife of Wanyan injury really amazed Zhang Remnant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His pace of progress is exactly the same as the speed at which the scimitar is wielded, giving people a peculiar feeling that he is the knife, the knife is him, and the human knife is one.

Before the injury, a pair of heavy hammers were used, and the heavy hammers and the scimitar in his hand can be said to have nothing in common. But he was able to comprehend the characteristics of the scimitar in just a few months, and used a weapon that was not at his disposal so skillfully, that Zhang Zhan envied his talent and knew that he was far inferior to him.

I want to make a special note here that the previous defeat of Wan Yan Injury and Zhang Chuan in a joint blow by serving the demon does not definitely mean that Wan Yan Injury alone will be even worse.

The so-called tacit understanding and seamless cooperation always have to sacrifice some ego to complete. Therefore, it is very likely that in order to cooperate with Zhang Zhan, Wanyan has to give up his most skillful and exquisite skills in order to exert the power of joining forces. Moreover, Wan Yan Injury and Zhang Chuan have learned, and they are not of the same origin. Therefore, if two people join forces, if the strength does not cancel each other, they will be lucky, and it is impossible for a miracle of one plus one equals two.

So now Wan Yan Hurt chooses to fight alone and serve the devil, and releases bold words, which is not completely empty and unfounded.

Of course, when it comes to this, I can't help but want to make an assumption: if there are really two top masters who not only have a tacit understanding, but also can each exert their greatest power to join forces, then they can completely walk sideways in this world. At that time, what Dongying Sword Saint, what Yin Yang Immortal Master, and what Yelu Chucai will all stand aside.

I also want to make a special note about the three heroes of Duan Shi who appeared in the previous article, although they are twin brothers, the martial arts they learn are also of the same origin. However, the tacit understanding between them is maintained by a kind of side-door and left-hand path derived from the mind-contemplation technique, and it is not really seamless. That's why the three heroes of Duan Shi were so frightened that they didn't dare to make a move after the tacit understanding maintained by the evil gong was broken by the three words of the heavens.

Nonsense aside, let's get back to business.

The power condensed by the movement of his lower back, legs and shoulders when he was moving forward suddenly gathered on the scimitar when he was three steps away from serving the demon. I saw that the scimitar suddenly bloomed with unprecedented silver light, breaking away from the rhythm of the wound, and slashing at the left shoulder of the demon with even more rapid momentum.

When he saw that the scimitar was freed from the shackles of the inherent rhythm of Wanyan Injury, at that moment, Zhang Yan couldn't help but think of the word "transcendence".

And attacking the left shoulder of the demon is even more unexpected. Because if it were according to Zhang Remnant's thinking, he would choose the lower right plate of the devil. That should be where the left hand of the demon is out of reach, and it should also be his weakest defensive point. After all, there is a word for the devil: as long as he is forced to make the slightest movement in any part of his body except his left hand, even if he loses.

So I don't know if Wan Yan is arrogant or stubborn, or if he has a good eyesight and sees that it is absolutely not advisable to serve the demon on the right, all in all, the angle he took was indeed unexpected by Zhang Yan.

I saw the five fingers of the left hand of the demon monk serving the demon, and suddenly the strange and flowing water changed. The fingering is quite ornamental, as if playing a piano, dotting or playing in the air, or hooking or pulling. In the end, it seems that there is really a wonderful fairy music that comes into being. Xianle whispered, only to see ripples behind the demon servant, forming a wall of qi that made Zhang Yan's scalp numb and visible to the naked eye, and after a loud bang, the ripples turned into a violent wind and waves, making the energy carried by the scimitar in Wan Yan's hand like a mud cow into the sea, and it was instantaneous.

Immediately after that, the thumb of the demon was cocked, and he once again showed the magic skill of one-finger Zen, so clever that he could no longer press on the side of the scimitar.

But when he heard the sharp sound of gold and iron shattering, the scimitar, which was difficult to hold, came out of his hand and broke into two. The fragments of the scimitar passed by the demon's shirt left and right, and fell into the abyss.

Wanyan snorted, and his figure flew out upside down. And Zhang Yan once again supported the back of the wounded face with one palm.

Unlike the previous time, Zhang Remnant's left hand had just touched his face, and his whole body shook like an electric shock. However, his own obstruction is like a joke with a mantis arm as a car, and it will not help at all.

Therefore, Zhang Yan was knocked into a melon gourd, and he rolled on the ground several times before he stabilized. When he stood upright, Zhang Yan was still secretly frightened of the vast internal force of the demon.

Looking at the demon monks and serving the demons again, the whole body has not even vibrated at the end of the hair. The thumb of the left hand that was alone behind his back, whether he intended it or not, what remained unchanged was that it still made Zhang Yan feel so conspicuous and mocking.

Looking at his pale face, Zhang Yan finally held the sentence: "There are still nine tricks" in his throat and couldn't say it.

At this time, the indifferent voice unique to the demon monk came: "Isn't the little brother Wanyan going to wait until tomorrow to attack the second move?"

Wanyan's tense look showed that he was holding on to prevent himself from falling: "Dare to ask your seniors, are you injured?"

The demon servant said indifferently: "The little brother did hurt me. But by the time the little brother stood up, he had already recovered. ”

Only then did Zhang Chuan know that the demon servant was not so impeccable as it looked. Thinking of this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but laugh at himself for his hindsight: the demon monk serves the demon, and he is a mortal after all. Wan Yan Injury can already be regarded as a master of the younger generation, if Wan Yan Injury exerts his ten success power, and he can't make a person with his back to the recruit injured, then using a god to describe this person can be regarded as an insult to him.

The demon servant said again: "Although the little brother still has a chance to make nine moves, he has already lost. ”

After hearing this, a bright blood red suddenly flashed on his pale face, although it was fleeting, but the belief that seemed to support him was suddenly emptied, and his straight figure shook in vain and fell forward.

Zhang Remnant's eyes were quick, and he helped Wanyan with his injuries and did not let go. And if you are usually arrogant with a sad heart, how can you allow yourself to rely on the support of others?

He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out half a word at all. And although Zhang Zhan knew what he wanted to say to himself, he could only choose to ignore it at this time.

The demon monk said indifferently: "The two of you can go down the mountain." ”

Zhang Zhan didn't know what kind of mood Wan Yan was feeling at this moment, but if he was himself, he knew that there were 8,000 brothers whose lives were in danger, but he couldn't change any facts after all his efforts, what kind of blow would this kind of fatal sadness be?

And Zhang Yan didn't have time to sigh, and the demon servant said indifferently: "Does little brother Wanyan still remember what he said just now?"

Wan Yan's face was gray, and his eyes were vacant as he looked at the demon servant who was motionless and only raised his left hand. The demon servant didn't care what kind of reply Wan Yan would have, but said indifferently: "I hope that when the little brother speaks wildly in the future, he can remember what kind of tone I am talking to you today, and what kind of price you have paid today." ”

Zhang Chuan was afraid that the demon would continue to destroy Wanyan's will, and he didn't answer, holding Wanyan's injury, which was already soft as mud, and walked down the mountain.