In the face of Yang Yi's sword, which is in harmony with heaven and earth, Zhang Daoran didn't dare to take it hard, and he couldn't do it hard, he could only retreat!

The bamboo forest under their feet was afraid that it was not more than ten acres in size, so Zhang Daoran took a step back and withdrew, and he had already reached the edge of the bamboo forest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He seemed to have eyes on his back, and he was standing on top of a green bamboo at the edge of the bamboo forest, and if he stepped back a little, he would step into the air, but he just happened to stop on the green bamboo at the very edge.

There are very few things in this world that make Zhang Daoran change color, but today when he saw Yang Yi stabbing out with a sword, he entered the state that ordinary martial artists could not seek in their lifetime, this kind of transformation is natural, and it seems that he can enter this state anytime and anywhere, this is what surprised Zhang Daoran, as for the shocking sword that Yang Yi stabbed, it is still second.

The bamboo branch in Yang Yi's hand had already been clicked.

Zhang Daoran's figure suddenly disappeared on the green bamboo.

The next moment, he appeared behind Yang Yi, and the bamboo branch in his hand pointed at Yang Yi's heart.

Since you can't be hard, then dodge and attack separately.

If Yang Yi's sword is for a martial artist under the grandmaster, it is definitely a nightmare, just the momentum of the sword can make the brain of dealing with shock unable to function, and the enemy can only be killed, but for Zhang Daoran, although it can't be hard-connected, there is no problem in dodging it.

The way of martial arts lies in skill, but also in the use of tactics, since the opponent is invincible, then win by skill.

The way of martial arts is the most taboo force, and only Yang Yi will be idle and have nothing to do to fight with the enemy, the real martial arts lies in the simultaneous use of skill and wisdom, rather than fighting each other.

It's like a martial arts master facing a cannonball fired by the enemy, although he can catch the cannonball, but if he can dodge it, why should he catch it?

It is a waste of energy, and the wise do not take it.

It's just that everyone has their own way of fighting, and for Yang Yi, opening and closing, and fighting hard is the most in line with his temper.

Zhang Daoran's sudden disappearance, but it was also within Yang Yi's expectations, his mental state is surprisingly good now, a heart is lively, his heart is like a mirror, reflecting the things around him, although Zhang Daoran disappeared in front of him, but did not disappear in his "heart eye".

When the bamboo branch in his hand poked Yang Yi's back, Zhang Daoran saw Yang Yi's sword stabbed from the armpit.

Although the angle of this sword is strange, the artistic conception of upright and sharp has not changed at all.

Zhang Daoran didn't dare to face his sharpness, his body flashed, and when he reached Yang Yi's side, when the bamboo branch in his hand pointed at Yang Yi's head and neck, the sword qi in his left hand broke through the air, and he quickly pointed to Yang Yi's chest and abdomen, and the bamboo branch in Yang Yi's hand had been waiting on the side for a long time at this time.

At this time, the two of them moved and were still.

Yang Yi stood above the bamboo forest, like a cloud in the sky, like a hanging mountain, and Zhang Daoran was like a wind blowing clouds, lightning running around the mountain.

He missed the blow and immediately retreated.

One moment it was still on Yang Yi's left, and the next moment it was already opposite Yang Yi, after stabbing a sword, his body suddenly reached the top of Yang Yi's head, the bamboo branch had just been stabbed out, and his body flashed, but it was at Yang Yi's feet.

For a moment, the figure was longing, and the entire bamboo forest was full of Zhang Daoran's vague figure.

The wind began to blow in the bamboo forest.

At first it was a breeze, then a breeze turned into a gale, a gale turned into a gale, and a gale turned into a hurricane!

In the end, it became a tornado!

Zhang Daoran became the eye of this tornado.

He flew up to the sky at this time, with the power of the wind, and when his strength was about to reach its strongest, his body began to sink, and the bamboo branch in his hand pointed towards Yang Yiding.

Yang Yi didn't raise his head, the bamboo branch in his hand was facing the sky, like a pillar of heaven, against Zhang Daoran's sword with wind and thunder, and when the two swords were about to intersect, Yang Yi suddenly took a step to the left.

This is the first time he has dodged in a fight.

He took this step, and the sword that was facing the sky just now had become a false move.

The bamboo branch in Zhang Daoran's hand had reached the peak of his strength, and he had already prepared a tactic to fight hard with Yang Yi, but after Yang Yi took a step, it suddenly became effective.

Yang Yi, who had been fighting hard with him, actually played a trick at this time!

This sudden change in fighting style made Zhang Daoran feel a little caught off guard, he used the wind at this time, the wind helped people attack, and he had reached the peak of this sword momentum, the offensive was like a fish in the throat, and he had to vomit, Yang Yi's style suddenly changed, it was indeed abrupt.

At this time, Zhang Daoran reacted, it turned out that the battle method of opening and closing just now was just a battle illusion deliberately created by Yang Yi.

Originally, as a martial arts master, Zhang Daoran should never make this kind of mistake, but because of the influence of Yang Yi's Confucian mind, and the shock of Yang Yi's unity of heaven and man, Zhang Daoran subconsciously ignored the Confucian magic of change, and it was not until Yang Yi made such a false move that Zhang Daoran realized that he had been tricked.

But he is a martial arts master after all, although Yang Yi's tactics changed unexpectedly, Zhang Daoran changed again in the moves that could not be changed, his wrist flicked, the bamboo branch in his hand was divided into two halves, the single sword became a double sword, and the left and right hands held the sword at the same time, and the swordsmanship suddenly changed greatly.

If his swordsmanship just now was like lightning strikes, at this time the double swords in his hand, suddenly became a finger wrapping silk, and the sword that had come to the peak of his momentum was so divided by him with two swords, from the monstrous blow just now, it suddenly became two torrents, flowing to Yang Yi in front of him.

Yang Yi no longer dodged this time, a smile appeared on his face, and the bamboo branch in his hand faced the two finger-winding torrents in a dignified manner.

When the bamboo branches of the two intersected, they each changed.

The bamboo branches in Zhang Daoran's left and right hands had merged together at some point, turning the two swords into one sword, and the power that had just been differentiated appeared in his hands again.

And the dignified sword in Yang Yi's hand suddenly became "empty".

Humility, gentlemen are not instrumental!

The sword in his hand has long been no longer confined to the form, now the law of the sword is the law of man, although he is heroic and brave, but never lose the heart of modesty, although the killing is decisive, but never a machine that only knows how to kill, he is a heroic knight, but also a Confucian who writes poetry and painting, but also controls the emperor of the world, he is domineering, he is brave, but also modest, but also cautious.

Therefore, the gentleman is humble and humble like a valley.

It's a gentleman who doesn't have a weapon!

Zhang Daoran's sword carrying wind and thunder was like a sword returned to its sheath after Yang Yi's sword intersected, even though it was unparalleled sharp, but it was restrained by the scabbard and could no longer hurt people.

Both of them were shocked at the same time.

The undulating bamboo forest beneath your feet suddenly came to a standstill.

A gust of wind blew, and thousands of green bamboos turned to ashes, blown by the mountain wind, and slowly drifted down the mountain.

"It's a pity for these bamboos!"

Yang Yi sighed softly, and the bamboo branch in his hand shook, and the bamboo branch that Zhang Daoran had put on it was already shaken open, "Brother Zhang, I lost this time!"

He took a few steps in the air, but did not fall, "I occupy the general trend of heaven and earth, and coerce heaven and earth to kill people, but I borrowed external force, if I talk about self-cultivation, I am not as good as Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Daoran sighed: "But if it was a fight for my life, I would have already died, and after you hit my sword just now, if it is a critical attack, it is estimated that I will be seriously injured and die." ”

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "If it is really a life-and-death gamble, how can Brother Zhang give the enemy this opportunity?"

He walked forward in the air, "I have gained a lot from fighting with Brother Zhang, and I also ask Brother Zhang to return the young Jiao to me, I will calm down and think about it." ”

Zhang Daoran casually stuck the bamboo branch in his hand on a nearby boulder, and said with a smile: "The third prince has gained a lot, and the harvest of the old way is not small. ”

He is dressed as a turbid son, but he claims to be an old man, which makes people feel extremely weird, but Yang Yi knows that he is indeed not young.

Zhang Daoran said: "Youjiao is now in Shuang'er's hands, and she is waiting for you at the bottom of the mountain." ”

Yang Yiben's body that was stepping in the air shook suddenly, and he could no longer maintain the technique of stepping in the air, and said in a lost voice: "Shuang'er is also here?"

(To be continued.) )