As soon as Zhang Jian walked out of the room, he heard a sound like the air cracking above his head, and a chill shot towards his head like a bolt of steel.
That's Jian Yao's knife.
The snow-white sword shines like the full moon.
Zhang Jian was extremely familiar with his victorious energy, the sharp light of the sword slashing towards the top of his head, followed by the cold light of the collision of the swords.
The sound of metal and iron clashing emerged.
This kind of sound sounded near the body, making people's hair stand on end, but Zhang Jian felt his blood boiling.
"This may be the reason why talented people are bold!"
Zhang Jian somewhat understood that many of those who practiced martial arts were equipped with sharp weapons and had a murderous intention.
Having force will inevitably lead to self-confidence.
Of course, overconfidence is arrogance.
Lightning flashed in his mind, and Zhang Jian's ears twitched slightly. It was just the first time they touched each other, and he could faintly feel the direction of the intersection of the two energies on the sword, and an extremely tricky force shocked Jian Yao's tiger's mouth.
He could even 'smell' a trace of blood with his spiritual sense.
The young swordsman holding the Qingfeng was obviously stronger than Jian Yao.
This is not surprising.
Because it was the brother and sister Zhang Jian who had met once before who took action.
An internal martial artist in the Yangyuan stage.
Jian Yao completely ignored the wounds in his hands. The strength of Yi Jin in his feet exploded, and the stone slabs under his feet exploded. He flew towards the young swordsman and slashed fiercely.
Zhang Jian looked around and seemed to be able to see layers of red hot energy on Jian Yao's ring-shaped sword.
That is the special strength formed by physical training warriors.
Although the road to physical training involves forging bones and changing tendons, after stepping into Yi Jin, a special kind of strength will also be formed, which is a kind of strength that is developed by coordinating one's own Qi and blood and tempering the essence.
This kind of strength is completely opposite to the strength formed by internal training.
In the early days, he had extremely domineering and cunning power.
However, compared with the internal breath formed by internal refining, it lacks the mellowness of nourishing the internal organs and nourishing life essence.
But the explosive early stage is far beyond that.
But when a master of internal training reaches the stage of cultivating his energy, this advantage will gradually be offset.
Jian Yao unleashed his set of Golden Crow sword skills like a red storm. Even though he was in mid-air, he struck fiercely at the young swordsman with one sword after another.
The young swordsman always had an indifferent smile on his face, the sword in his hand was bright, and the sword energy spread out, and the water couldn't get in. No matter how hard Jian Yao attacked, he couldn't get in. He was so angry that he couldn't get in. The young swordsman immediately seized the opportunity.
In an instant, he sneered, and the unparalleled Yangyuan Gangqi burst out from the tip of his sword, breaking through the sword's light. He struck an iron mountain sword from close range and directly used the powerful inner breath Gangqi to send Jian Yao flying for more than ten meters, collapsing a Lotus lamppost.
Jian Yao staggered up from the ground. At this time, his internal organs were injured and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"Excellent skills, really a hero comes from a young boy!"
Zhang Jian frowned slightly. Although he didn't have much experience, he also knew that Jian Yao was ultimately defeated by lack of strength.
There is a gap after all.
This also has something to do with the fighting methods. Although Jian Yao has extremely rich fighting experience, the opponent seems to be from a famous family, and the fighting methods are extremely "smart"!
However, Zhang Jian found that the Yang Yuan Qi condensed by this young swordsman, who was also in the Yang Yuan stage, seemed to be a little 'difference' from his.
There were some red sparks in his eyes that were jumping like lightning, but they quickly converged.
Next to him, Zhang Yi's figure floated up. He glanced at the injured Jian Yao, his expression remained motionless, and he just stared blankly at the two people on the roof.
The moment his body fell and the sinister gaze came upon him, the young swordsman suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
This feeling immediately caused his expression to change dramatically.
A seemingly extremely cold force seemed to follow an invisible artistic conception and was forced towards the depths of his soul, trying to freeze him in place.
This is a spiritual mood!
In an instant, the young swordsman couldn't bear it any longer and waved his sword directly, taking the initiative to attack and choose to fight against this terrifying and cramped feeling.
Clang Clang!!
The swords screamed, and the scabbard flew straight out of his hand first, like a sharp sword, and it was nailed into the ground three feet in an instant.
A ray of cold sword energy floated towards Zhang Yi.
This is like the essence of nourishing energy, combined with the sword moves, it suddenly blows towards Zhang Yi like a large piece of cold mist.
But what greeted him was a palm as white as jade, and that figure appeared beside the young swordsman like a ghost.
"Brother, be careful!"
The graceful and slender woman next to her finally pulled out the long sword in her hand. The long sword shook slightly and sent out wisps of cold light towards Zhang Yi's figure. However, Zhang Yi didn't care at all and just kept straight.
The palm was smacked, and the palm showed a dark jade color, and the cold air of the dark jade swept across fiercely.
The woman's face changed color, she quickly withdrew her sword, moved her body and turned into a phantom, leaving the place.
Boom!!
I saw a large area of bricks and tiles turned into powder, and bits of frost condensed on the edges, forming a large area of frosty white.
"Mysterious jade ice and fire palm, poisonous Zhang Yi?"
Gu Xiu'er looked at this scene and secretly felt bad.
The poisonous Zhang Yi is a well-known leftist evil man in the North. He is a strong man of their master's generation and has been famous for more than ten years.
The Xuanyu Ice and Fire Palm is extremely poisonous, and anyone struck by it will die.
They obviously couldn't imagine that this famous and evil evil man was hiding in the Zhang family.
With his mind spinning, Gu Xiu said loudly:
"Senior, don't get me wrong, the two juniors entered the Zhang family just for..."
Zhang Yi had a cold face and said expressionlessly: "I don't care why. Since you two have injured members of the Zhang family, you should first save your lives from my hands before mentioning anything else!"
His body was flying, carrying the cold air from the sky, and he rushed towards the young swordsman unscrupulously. He looked like a giant eagle hunting its prey, hunting in black robes. The dust in his hand sprinkled the cold air from the sky, like countless icy rain steel needles falling towards the young swordsman.
He took action without any thought of mercy.
Duanmuyan felt the chill in the sky and complained secretly.
The overwhelming black jade cold air was too overbearing.
No matter in terms of skill or skill, he is far inferior to this underworld giant, and he is afraid that he will be ruthless even if he resists even three or five moves.
Gu Xiuer secretly regretted it. The two senior brothers and sisters were entrusted by others to come to find out the true identity of the Zhang family, but they never thought that the Zhang family was actually a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. They were noticed and surrounded just after they entered.
Now I have encountered a terrifying and murderous person like Zhang Yi, who is a murderer.
Her bright eyes swept across the audience, and her eyes instantly fell on Zhang Jian, who was watching the show with great interest.
"Why, did something happen to Chigua?"
Zhang Jian's five senses are so sharp. When Gu Xiuer looked at him, his heart suddenly moved. He seemed to be unaware at the moment, as if he was harmless to humans and animals.
But a blazing red light gathered deep in the palm of his hand, and he was also very dark-hearted, planning that if Gu Xiuer dared to rush over and take the 'hostage', he would gather all his strength and give out a palm to destroy the flower with a ruthless hand.
Gu Xiuer did feel a little hesitant at this moment, as her master's evaluation of the vicious Zhang Yi passed through her mind.
This man is vicious, cunning, and has a very deep city.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, looking at Duanmuyan who was almost unable to hold on anymore, he suddenly raised his voice again:
"Senior Brother Duanmu, stop it. Since it was us and the two senior fellow apprentices who were rude first, we are naturally willing to surrender without mercy and pay compensation!"
"Senior, our master is Wang Yuanlang, the Xifeng Swordsman of the Shangyuan Sect. For the sake of my master, please give me a small punishment but a big punishment. The two senior brothers and sisters like me are willing to accept the punishment!"
As she said that, she immediately withdrew her sword and clasped her fists.
Facing Zhang Yi's extremely fierce palm force, Duanmuyan's eyelids jumped when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and chose to believe Gu Xiu'er. He withdrew his sword and showed no resistance.