Chapter 941 Chess Meet Your Opponent

"It's either you die or I die!" When Wen Ling said this, she had already raised her sword and rushed to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang raised the sword in his hand, provoked Wen Ling's sword to change the direction, and his body flew backwards into the underground river with Wen Ling's power.

Wen Ling also chased the past.

But he saw Zhang Yang's toes stepping on the surface of the water, his body suddenly jumped into the air and flew more than ten feet close to the surface of the water, which made the fireflies reunited on the water disperse.

Although Wen Ling's martial arts are amazing, she has reached the point of Dengping crossing the water, but if she doesn't rely on external things, she can't do it in a level like Zhang Yang on the surface of the water. This is not because her internal strength is not as good as Zhang Yang, but because she doesn't know the Mahayana Use.

Wen Ling put the scabbard of the blood-drinking sword into the water, and her feet stepped on the scabbard. The internal force urged the scabbard to move quickly along the underground river. The scabbard galloped through the waves, and a white water mark formed in the rear.

Every step of Zhang Guanren really stepped on the water. Because he was attacked in the bathroom, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes. But not wearing shoes also has the advantage of not wearing shoes. If Zhang Daguanren stepped on the water with shoes, he would definitely not achieve the current amazing effect. Mahayana pays attention to the unity of heaven This pair of bare feet are in direct contact with the water surface, which can give full play to this point. The water is soft, soft and strong. It can flatten the edges and corners of the rock, and the water can drip through the stone. The underground Hanoi water flow is rapid. Zhang Daguan stepped on it and took advantage of the power of the water flow. Even on the water surface of the dark tide, he still controls the rhythm very well. The biggest mystery of the Maha For your own use.

Wen Ling stepped on the scabbard and galloped through the waves. The speed was so fast that she and Zhang Yang ran on the water together. In fact, there is an essential difference between the two. Wen Ling must urge the scabbard with internal force, and must constantly consume internal force on the way, while Zhang Yang uses the Mahayana decision to comply with the potential power of the water flow. His running uses the power of the water itself, and every contact between the sole of the foot and the water surface uses the Yongquan Quickly recover the internal force that has just been consumed.

The current in front of him suddenly became rapid, and Zhang Yang was very familiar with the environment of the underground river. Knowing that there was a waterfall with a drop of about five meters in front of him, his left foot stepped on a rock protruding from the water in front of him, and his body flew out of the air.

Wen Ling's speed was no less than his, and she scolded him. The body flew away from the scabbard. A little cold star in her hand shot at Zhang Yang's heart, which was the poisonous needle she had collected in the palm of her hand in advance.

The instrument knife in Zhang's hand was backward, and the poison needle was right in the body of the knife. With a tinkling sound, the firelight splashed everywhere in the darkness. Zhang Yang's body flew straight forward and stretched out the knife in his hand. A little on the right rock wall, his body flew backwards to the left.

After Wen Ling's raid failed, she also rushed to the stone wall on the other side. He grabbed the hole in the stone wall with one hand and looked directly at the publicity on the opposite side. Zhang Yang has already stood on the huge rock opposite. He looked at Wen Ling with a smile and said, "In those years, Jin Yuwu once fought against the two masters of the Sui Palace here, the first gun in the world, and Chu Zitong through the clouds and arrows. The traces on the rock were all traces left by them in those years. When I found them here, their bones were still there."

Wen Ling said, "What else did you find?"

Zhang Yang said, "It's nothing. There is only this knife, as well as the gun head of Qiu Yuan, and the tip of Chu Zitong. I pity that they have been lying on the cold and wet ground for more than a thousand years, so I chose a place to bury them. What's wrong? Are you a little sad in your heart? You don't have to be sad. It won't be long before I will take you to see them!"

The cold light flashed in Wen Ling's eyes, and she shouted, "Today is either you or I die!" Her arm exerted force, and her whole body flew out of the stone wall. She raised her sword with both hands in the air and chopped Huashan with all her strength to Zhang Yang.

The sword spirit spread to a radius of three feet, and the underground river was forced by the sword spirit, stirring up the column of water like a mine explosion. Zhang Daguan shouted good. Wen Ling seemed to be really angry by herself and tried her best to complete the attack.

Seeing Wen Ling's terrible momentum, Zhang Yang has been convinced that her martial arts have been fully restored. The blood-drinking sword and the ceremonial sword are the weapons used by Jin Yuwu before her death. Since the ceremonial knife hides the secret of Mahayana's decision, there may also be other martial arts secrets hidden in the

Wen Ling's attack was in front of her. Zhang Yang had no intention of fighting with her at all, and his body fled to the right. The blood-drinking sword chopped in the place where Zhang Yang just stood. The hard rock was split from a two-meter-long crack, and the stone dust flew all over the sky, but Zhang Yang had cleverly changed positions with Wen Ling and fled to the opposite rock.

"The coward!" Wen Ling gritted her teeth.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Exciting method? It's useless to me!"

The two of them stared at each other across the underground river about three feet wide. The Zhang Yang's tactical idea is to preserve strength to the maximum extent, and the maximum possible consumption of Wen Ling's internal strength. When her internal strength drops, she begins to turn to a comprehensive counterattack.

Since Wen Ling knows that Zhang Yang has mastered the Mahayana decision, of course, she understands that the speed of Zhang Yang's internal force recovery is far faster than her own. If she fights a protracted battle with him, she will inevitably fall behind, so she must fight quickly. Wen Ling stood proudly on the huge rock, raised the blood-drinking sword in one hand, slowly stretched in the other hand, and drew an arc in the void. The flashing fluorescence around her illuminated her palm, and her palm gradually became transparent.

Zhang Yang frowned and secretly said, the seal of life and death? It is obvious that Wen Ling's life and death seal has not been practiced yet. Zhang Yang doesn't think that she can hurt herself by relying on this set of skills.

Wen Ling grabbed it, and the water under her feet made a loud noise. A ten-meter-high water column flew up to the sky. Wen Ling rushed to the opposite side almost at the same time. She rushed into the water column excited by the internal force. The blood-drinking sword waved crazily. Thousands of water lines were excited by her internal force The publicity of.

Zhang's official secretly shouted that it was not good. This is the cold rain in the sad wind and bitter rain swordsmanship that Lianjiang entered Wu at night. When he was in Seoul, Zhang Yang had learned from Jin Douluo's hands, but Jin Douluo's understanding of this set of swordsmanship could not be compared with Wen Ling at all. The water lines all pay attention to Wen Ling's extremely strong internal force, which is tantamount to a strong bow. If it is shot, her body will inevitably be pierced.

The wind and rain of Zhang Yang waved the ceremonial knife, and the water line kept hitting the curtain formed by the ceremonial knife. The sound of airflow collision is endless.

Wen Ling's body flashed out of the water column, and she shouted angrily. A slap hit on the water column, and the water column condensed into ice in an instant. A icicles with a diameter of about one meter and a length of three meters hit Zhang Yang at full speed driven by Wen Ling.

Zhang Guanren did not expect that Wen Ling's skills were not only fully recovered, but also closer than in the past. She condensed into ice in a short time, which was enough to prove that her Yinsha Shura palm had been cultivated to the peak.

The light of the knife curtain suddenly dissipated, and the flamboyant figure reappeared. He held the knife in both hands, and the human knife was like a sharp arrow shot, rushing to the huge icicle at full speed.

The instrument knife pierced the icicle, and Zhang Daguan's strong and domineering internal force shook the icicle to break inch by inch. The knife drove in for a long time. Wen Ling's body appeared after the icicle, and the blood-drinking sword in her hand faced the sword at an amazing speed, and the sharp edge of the knife hit each other. The blood-drinking sword is full of toughness and bends like a bow.

There seemed to be light flowing in Wen Ling's white and red palm, and she slapped Zhang Yang.

Zhang Daguan was also unambiguous. The same palm greeted Wen Ling, and his palms hit each other and made a pung! There was a muffled sound. Wen Ling's palm seems to have a strange attraction, sticking the flamboyant palms together. The skin of her palms became more and more red at this time.

The two almost abandoned the sword in their hands at the same time, and Zhang Yang punched Wen Ling. Wen Ling stretched out her palm against his fist. The two fought from swords to fists and feet. Now they are completely competing with each other.

The bodies of the two fell straight from the void and fell into the underground river. The river was not deep. It had just submerged their waists, and the pores around them expanded, and clear streams entered his body from around, constantly replenishing his lost internal force.

Wen Ling's hands became more and more red, and she seemed to grow on Zhang Yang's hands. The river flowing around them seemed to be getting slower and slower. In the end, it condensed into ice. The struggle for internal strength was completely a life-and-death struggle. Zhang Yang did not dare to have any negligence. While actively supplementing his

With the sharp loss of the internal strength of the two in the competition, the color of Wen Ling's hands gradually faded. To Zhang Yang's panic was that her hands began to turn red slowly, as if Wen Ling infected the color on her body. Zhang Yang didn't know much about the life-and-death seal, but when he was **, he witnessed Chen Xue scare off Wen Ling in such a way, but now Wen Ling seems to have mastered the method of the life-and-death seal and used it on herself.

Wen Ling's eyes showed a little complacency, but Zhang Yang's internal force showed no sign of weakening at all. She knew that this must be because Zhang Yang practiced Mahayana Jue. Although Wen Ling did not know Mahayana Jue, she knew that the greatest mystery of Mahayana Jue was the unity of heaven and man, which could use Supplement your own internal strength. Wen Ling gave up the idea of fighting with Zhang Yang for a long time, and the use of hard internal force to compete was the result of her careful consideration. Wen Ling believes that no matter how magical the Mahayana decision is, it is impossible to replenish all the internal force consumed in a short time.

Wen Ling's tactics are full of both defeats. The reason why she dares to do so is that she thinks that her internal strength is slightly better than Zhang Yang. What's more, after she got the blood-drinking sword, she has mastered the key to the seal of life and death.

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