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Chapter 365: I hurt the enemy a thousand times, but I hurt myself eighty times.

"Zhizhao, hurry up, you are the princess of Silla, you have a heavy responsibility, you must not make any mistakes!"

Facing Li Yan who rushed towards him, "Zuoming" made a difficult decision and roared loudly.

Jin Zhizhao in the room was stunned. He almost said "Xi Ba" and ran out crawling.

Among the three disciples, she was the most in awe of her master, and she felt that she could not help herself this time. The fat man in prison was too scary, not to mention that her senior brothers had rebelled, so what else could she do?

So during the acting process, she was more or less ashamed, but the master sold her without hesitation.

The key is that selling it is useless. Li Yan ignored Jin Zhizhao who was pretending to escape and locked the target firmly.

"Zuoming" looked like a ghost and flew to the eaves. When he saw him chasing after him, he became furious: "Do you really think you can kill me?"

Li Yan's response was to defeat a thousand soldiers with one blow: "Don't run away if you have the guts!"

"Zuoming" thought that I would be a fool not to run away, so he fluttered his sleeves and suddenly flew out like a vulture.

The two sides began to climb over the walls, chasing each other.

What makes "Zuoming" happy is that the advantage of his sixth consciousness has finally come into play.

His movements were erratic and strange, as if he was about to change his appearance at any moment, but once Li Yan behind him changed direction, it was expected that the enemy's advantage would remain unchanged and the distance would gradually increase.

Li Yan was not surprised by this and looked squarely at his own strengths and weaknesses.

He knew very well that according to his martial arts attainments, he was indeed inferior to this strong man who had trained his consciousness-only strength to the sixth consciousness.

What is strong about him is his fighting ability.

After all, a warrior who is born with divine power will be defeated by ordinary warriors even if he does not cultivate his strength. In martial arts, if the gap in realm is not particularly large, a strong, powerful and powerful person can defeat him with one force.

Ten meetings.

What's more, Li Yan is more than a little bit stronger. His physical fitness, which is rated as extraordinary, does not include the effects of practicing consciousness-only strength. After the five senses are opened, the gap with ordinary humans will only widen.

Therefore, even if "Zuoming" turned on the escape mode and used his own advantages, Li Yan remained calm, followed and observed its direction.

The two chased them through two streets, and Li Yan was basically sure that the target of "Zuoming" was not Miyagi, but Xishi.

The West Market is a gathering place for foreign merchants and merchants, with a mixture of fish and dragons. People like "Zuo Ming" who likes to conspire in secret must have a secret stronghold in it, equipped with a certain amount of force.

Given the current situation, as long as "Zuoming" finds some helpers, delays for a while, and goes into Chang'an City, it will be difficult to find them.

Li Yan also has helpers here, but he is not ready to use them at this time.

therefore.

Keep exploding!

I know how to use my bow to shoot the wolf!

Li Yan dodged and flew past, like an arrow from a string, covering a distance of ten meters in an instant.

Then sprint continuously!

In the blink of an eye, Li Yan cast Sky Wolf three times in one go, causing even his body to feel slight pain.

Fortunately, after his body consciousness was opened, he had real control over himself, and this burden was completely bearable.

What was unbearable was that "Zu Ming" was approached in front of me again.

"damn it!"

After so many fancy moves, all he got was a triple sprint. There was clearly anger and a hint of panic in "Zuoming's" eyes, and he raised his hands and continued to take the knife.

In the yard just now, Li Yan was still a little unable to use his sword light, but now his sword power became more open and closed, and he swung it freely.

The raindrops all over the sky were like thousands of troops galloping on the battlefield. Each raindrop was accompanied by strong force, hitting the clothes and punching holes one by one.

"Zuoming"'s heart quickly sank.

Obviously, his own retreat and guilty conscience led to the increase in the fighting power of both sides.

If it was said that the battle was evenly matched before, now there is clearly a distinction between superior and inferior.

But at this time, there were also many voices coming from below.

Now it is not night, but day. Even if it rains heavily, the sky and earth are dark, and the huge flow of people in Chang'an also leads to a fight between the two on the eaves, many people poke their heads out curiously, and some go to report to Marquis Wu.

With Fang Ding.

"Zuoming"'s eyes lit up, he had a new way to escape, and he said sternly: "Li Yuanfang, if you continue to force me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Li Yan responded coldly: "In front of me, do you still want to jump over the wall?"

As soon as the voice fell, the power of the sword increased. Ren Jiangshan came out again, and the mighty sword light swept across.

"Zuoming" parried with all his strength, waiting for this attack to pass, so that this inhumanly strong guy should have a period of respite.

No!

On the contrary, Li Yan then changed his tactics and followed Ren Jiangshan with Po Qianjun, while revealing obvious flaws.

Almost subconsciously, "Shang Gong" held the chain blade with his right hand, pierced the clouds and air with his left hand, and shot Li Yan.

This was a normal move, and Li Yan could completely dodge it, but he did not dodge or avoid it. He raised his horns to resist the horizontal force. When "Zuo Ming" pressed his palm on his body, he also hit "Zuo Ming" with his fist.

"On the body.

The two of them groaned at the same time.

"Zuoming" pressed his palm firmly. Although it was like being slapped on a piece of iron and stone, the stiffness was frightening. But after all, people are not made of metal and stone. It is difficult for a strong man of this level to receive a palm. He was full of strength and energy.

The waves surged out along with the falling raindrops.

Li Yan's fist, on the other hand, was slightly less powerful. The opponent's dodge in an instant removed at least half of the force, and only a small part of the force hit the opponent. At the same time, it caused raindrops to fly, which was shocking.

In comparison, Li Yan naturally suffered a big loss.

But his body swayed, the energy and blood in his body surged, his palms were as hard as white jade, a faint mist emerged from the top of his head, he took a deep breath and let out a long roar: "Come again!"

"Zuoming" felt severe pain in his body, and his reaction was extremely fast. He immediately realized his purpose, turned around and ran away.

But he couldn't run away, Li Yan's sword followed him like a shadow, and he slashed at him angrily: "Come on! A big injury is a small injury, don't you dare to do this?"

"Zuoming" repeatedly dodged and performed four or five extremely wonderful moves in mid-air, but in the end he still had to raise his palm and follow up with another move.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then Li Yan moves in with his left hand and follows the same pattern.

You slap me, I slap you, one palm for one punch!

The people watching the excitement below quickly lost track of the two of them, because "Zuoming" began to run wildly, but there was always someone who was not a human being chasing Wrath Hammer behind him.

This rhythm has returned to the period of the confrontation in the hospital.

At that time, the energy expended in "helping one's life" was also less than that of Li Yan. He used strength to overcome skill, but he still couldn't bear it.

The same was true at this time. After just four exchanges of fists and palms, "Zuoming" could no longer run at high speed. He chose an uninhabited courtyard and fell down, his body shaking violently.

Li Yan then came down and stood in the middle of the heavy rain, with blood spilling from the corners of his lips, but his posture remained proud and tall.

He turned his head and spat out the blood accumulated in his body with a puff. He pointed the blade directly to heal the wound and gain strength.

"Zuoming" spread out the fingers of his hands, and the torn robe at the edges rustled in the wind. He did not vomit blood and still maintained his grace.

Unfortunately, the weather was not kind. Since it was a rainy day, a trace of blood seeped out from the edge of the mask. It could be seen that this person secretly vomited into the mask.

Regardless of whether his face was covered in blood, the two of them faced off coldly, both trying to heal their wounds.

For a strong man of this level, the power of his fists is extremely astonishing. If Jin Zhizhao and Ashina Huan were to receive the punches and kicks just received, their internal organs would be ruptured and they would die tragically.

Only Yang Zaiwei could support it because he, like the two of them, had practiced Consciousness Only Jin.

Most of the Buddhist Jin methods are good at healing injuries, with Guangming Jin being the best, which is the best method for old-age care. It can lead to longevity and disease-free, while Consciousness-only Jin is good at self-healing. Yang Zaiwei was almost dying in Tubo at that time, but as long as he let go of control, there would be no

How long it takes to get back to the original state is the magic of this method.

Now Li Yan and "Zuo Ming" are working together to use their consciousness-only power to treat their injuries.

During the recovery process, "Zuoming" was the first to speak, with an obvious intention to retreat: "Li Yuanfang, you are a dignified internal security officer and a close confidant of the prince. You have a bright future. Do you really want to perish with me?"

Li Yan's eyes were strange: "You are also a master, how can you say such ridiculous things? I am hurting the enemy by one thousand, but I am hurting myself by eighty!"

"My injury will heal in a few days, how long will it take for you?"

"I'm going to celebrate my eighteenth birthday this year, and I'm about to reach my prime. What about you? Over forty? Or over fifty? Or even over sixty?"

"Any strength method is based on the strength of the body. No matter how good the recovery ability is, if you are always seriously injured, it will be difficult to compensate for the physical trauma, and your life span will definitely be shortened."

"I asked you to lose ten years of your life, and you died on the spot. We all died together... Do you deserve it?"

"Zuoming" remained silent for a while and said word for word: "Li Yuanfang, don't be complacent! Let's do it again!"

In the flash of lightning, the two fought again, exchanging three punches and four palms.

This time Li Yan received another slap, but one of the punches hit "Zuo Ming" firmly.

"Zuoming" responded and fell to the ground with a bang. He turned his head sideways and quickly pulled the lower end of the mask to release the blood he had vomited.

Li Yan also felt uncomfortable. He staggered a little when he fell to the ground, vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned pale.

The two of them calmed down in unison, stood still at a distance, and started the healing competition again.

This time, it took a full two-quarters of an hour for "Zuoming" to regain his breath, and looked at Li Yuanfang, who was pressing forward with a knife with a firm intention to kill, and let out a shrill scream.

In the third round, after the two exchanged fists, they both lost their balance and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Shang Gong's" chest heaved violently, and there was a cry in his voice: "Li Yuanfang, don't you just rely on your good body? What's so great about it!"

Li Yan replied humbly: "This is what I earned through hard work."

Having said that, do your best to heal the injury.

finally.

Two quarters of an hour later, under the desperate gaze of "Zuoming", Li Yan stood up for the fourth time, dusted his chest, and raised the chain knife:

"I'll have to recuperate for a few more months when I go back."

"And you...will die!!"


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