Zhang Yang's words caused a subtle fluctuation in Jin Douluo's mind. This subtle fluctuation was immediately reflected in his sword move. Ordinary people may not be able to see this subtle change, but in the eyes of Zhang Daguanren, Jin Douluo's sword move had a huge flaw. Zhang Yang's body suddenly changed and he successfully broke through the encirclement of millions of sword flowers.

Jin Douluo secretly complained that his mind was still affected after all, otherwise Zhang Yang would not have escaped from his heavy rain. Jin Douluo looked too high at this set of sword techniques of the bitter wind and rain, but underestimated Zhang Daguanren's energy.

Zhang Yang stood not far away and shook his head and said, "Your move is still not good, but you have a move. Unfortunately, your internal strength is not right. Your internal strength is too strong, but this sword technique is more feminine, as if you are forcing a big man to get an embroidery needle. Even if you embroider something, it is always difficult to become a fine product."

Jin Douluo was not angry at all and smiled and said, "Then see how my flower embroidery is?" The tip of the sword shook, and the sword moves roamed towards Zhang Yang like a big river in the Yangtze River. The moves changed strangely and unpredictable.

Zhang Yang was not in a hurry to fight back, but still used the terrain of the practice room to surround the pillars to avoid Jin Douluo's attack. Jin Douluo's sword in his hand pierced into the pillars, stabbing the pillars in front of him like honeycombs.

Zhang Yang saw that Jin Douluo's sword technique was not complete. It seemed that there were still many omissions in the process of Jin Ziwu's sword technique inheritance. He made a big move, then declined, and exhausted three times. Zhang Daguanren was well aware of the momentum in the martial arts duel. He broke Jin Douluo's two swords one after another, forcing him to take out the sword at the bottom of the box, and used the most secret sword moves. However, Jin Douluo's inventory at the bottom of the box was nothing strange to Zhang Daguanren. He had already understood the sword technique of the wind and rain. If you want to say that what could make him interested was the ancient sword in Jin Douluo's hand.

Jin Douluo said: "What are you running away? Just fight with dignity!" Their mentality has obviously changed, and now it has become Jin Douluo who uses provocation to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang said: "The way of martial arts emphasizes the balance of offense and defense. There is no principle of only attacking but not defending, nor is there just defense but not attacking. I am now taking the defensive moment to consume your internal strength. When your internal strength declines, it is time for me to turn defense and attack." This guy was also frank enough and told Jin Douluo all the way.

Jin Douluo heard it in his ears, and he was both angry and funny. This kid was so arrogant, but he did have a reason to be arrogant.

Jin Douluo said: "Okay, I'll wait for you to go against the defense and attack!"

Zhang Yang took two steps back, and his hand stretched out to the side. A bamboo sword hanging not far away was desheathed and flew towards him. Zhang Daren held the sword in his hand and smiled and said, "Okay, it's impolite to come but not to go. You have been chasing me for so long. If I don't fight back, wouldn't it be too cowardly? Look at the sword!" The bamboo sword suddenly handed forward, and a wisp of sword energy pierced the void first.

The blood-drinking sword in Jin Douluo's hand woven into a sword net in front of him. The sword energy emitted by Zhang Yang hit the sword net and made a wave! With a muffled sound, Jin Douluo's arms trembled violently, and his breath was suffocated. Compared to the pressure brought to him by the head-on confrontation, Jin Douluo was shocked even more. Zhang Yang seemed to attack with a bamboo sword, but in fact, the invisible sword energy that was attacking. The bamboo sword was just a prop to him.

Jin Douluo couldn't help feeling sad. He asked himself that there were few people in the world in the swordsmanship, but he still couldn't get rid of the realm of using swords. Zhang Yang's cultivation in swordsmanship has actually surpassed him.

Jin Douluo shouted angrily, and the most mysterious move in the Sword of Snowy Wind and Rain was used. Zhang Yang recognized that this move was Snowy Wind and Rain. But in the generation of Jin Douluo, this move was given an elegant name. Cold rain flowed into Wu at night, and the sword was like Snowy Wind and Rain, which continued.

The bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand also shook and made a buzzing sound! With a low sound, he actually used the same move to greet the blood-drinking sword in Jin Douluo's hand. The two swords kept intersecting in the void, and the crackling sound continued. The blood-drinking sword cut iron like mud, and collided with the bamboo sword in the air for more than a hundred times in a short time, but the bamboo sword was not damaged at all. This was not because Jin Douluo's men showed mercy. He wished he could cut off the bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand with one sword, but Zhang Yang's control over the bamboo sword had reached the point of his choice. Every time

When the weapons intersected, they all cleverly avoided the sharpness of the blood-drinking. Although the blood-drinking blood was extremely sharp, every time they hit the bamboo sword, how could they cut off the bamboo sword? Jin Douluo's strongest move still could not repel Zhang Yang. What shocked him was that Zhang Yang actually used the same sword move to deal with his attack. Jin Douluo was already discouraged. He also understood that if Zhang Yang really wanted to do his best, he had already lost. After using this sword move, he could not arouse the intention of continuing to attack, and stood there without moving.

Seeing that Jin Douluo stopped attacking, Zhang Yang also stepped out and stood opposite him. Although Zhang Daren said a lot, he still gave Jin Douluo enough face when he was fighting. After all, this is South Korea. He didn't want to take over the competition with Jin Douluo. Today's win or loss has no meaning to him.

Jin Douluo looked at the blood-drinking sword in his hand. The sword was called drinking blood, and he returned without blood, but today it seemed that he would make an exception. Jin Douluo sighed and said, "Forget it!" He raised his right hand and threw the blood-drinking sword in his hand towards the beam above.

The blood-drinking sword was inserted into the cross beam, and the sword body trembled continuously, making a buzzing sound.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a cold voice saying, "You are not good at learning skills, but you are angry with the Blood-Drinking Sword, it's ridiculous!"

When Zhang Daren heard this voice, he couldn't help but feel a headache. Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, it was judged from the voice that Wen Ling was coming.

Wen Ling stood on the crossbar, and the blood-drinking sword had fallen into her hands. What she said just now was in Korean. Jin Douluo could hear it clearly, but this was the first time that Zhang Daren heard her speak Korean. Anyway, he couldn't hear anything wrong. He felt that Wen Ling was more standard in speaking Korean than Koreans.

When Jin Douluo saw the blood-drinking sword falling into the strange woman's hand, he suddenly became nervous. The blood-drinking sword meant a lot to him. On some level, it was equivalent to the token of the head. He roared: "Give me back!"

Wen Ling snorted coldly, twisted her body and flew down from the air, shook the blood-drinking sword in her hand, and the sword rain poured down toward Jin Douluo.

Zhang Yang secretly complained that it was too late to go forward to help Jin Douluo, but he saw that there were more than a dozen sword marks on Jin Douluo's shoulders and arms, and blood penetrated out of the sword marks. Fortunately, it did not hurt the vital points. It seemed that Wen Ling had already shown some mercy when she started.

Zhang Yang waved the bamboo sword and attacked her with the Snowy Wind and Rain Sword Technique. Facing this sister who was close to martial arts and his fellow, Zhang Yang certainly would not show mercy. Both of them used Snowy Wind and Rain Sword Technique. For a moment, they fought back and forth in the practice room.

Jin Douluo saw that the two of them were using their own sword techniques, but they were very good at the exquisiteness of their moves. Seeing such a scene, Jin Douluo's expression was extremely difficult to see. He was discouraged. Zhang Yang and Wen Ling were both so young. Their martial arts had reached the level of enlightenment. As the saying goes, there was a strong hand. Jin Douluo now realized that Zhang Yang had not shown his true strength just now.

During the fierce fight, I suddenly heard a bang! The bamboo sword in Zhang Yang's hand was cut into two pieces by Wen Ling. At the same time, Zhang Yang also hit Wen Ling's shoulder with a palm.

Wen Ling took a few steps backwards, and she shook her head and said, "Scholars should treat each other with admiration for three days, Zhang Yang, have you practiced the Mahayana Dharma?"

Official Zhang was used to pretending to be stupid: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Wen Ling sneered and said, "I will write down this palm today first." After saying this, she flew into the window behind and knocked on it. Her body flew into the dense forest far away in Jiange like a big bird.

Jin Douluo roared angrily: "Where to go?" He felt sorry for his blood-drinking sword. When he chased him to the window and looked out, he could find Wen Ling's shadow. Putting aside Wen Ling's sword skills, her light skills alone were beyond his reach.

Zhang Yang came to Jin Douluo, looked out the window, and whispered: "Forget it! Don't chase the enemy!"

Jin Douluo said angrily: "But she snatched my sword!"

Zhang Daren looked at Jin Douluo, covered in blood stains, and laughed in his heart. The blood-drinking sword was indeed well-known and returned without blood. He had been trying to absorb the blood from Jin Douluo after a long time. In fact, Wen Ling was obviously showing mercy just now. If Wen Ling wanted to kill Jin Douluo, Jin Douluo would have become a dead corpse at this time.

Zhang Yang said: "Does your injury matter?"

Jin Douluo shook his head. All he suffered was a few skin traumas, and he did not hurt his muscles and bones. He encountered two consecutive setbacks today. For Jin Douluo, physical trauma was second. The inner frustration and depression were the greatest in his life.

Zhang Yang took out a jade bottle from his arms, which contained the gold-chuang medicine. This guy was prepared for a long time, of course he was not prepared for him. He had a lot of confidence in himself. Before he came here, he knew that even if someone was injured today, the injured person would never be him.

Jin Douluo did not refuse his kindness. Zhang Yang helped him treat the wound. Jin Douluo changed into a new set of training clothes. His training clothes were exactly the same. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to tell.

Jin Douluo's old face was full of frustration. He originally asked Zhang Yang to come to the fourth floor training room to compete alone to give his niece Cui Xianzhu face, but now he thinks that he has foresight, otherwise he would have lost his face today.
Chapter completed!