"Either you die or I die!" When Wen Ling said this, she raised her sword and rushed towards Zhang Yang.

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

Wen Ling also chased the past.

But Zhang Yang's toes stepped on the water surface, and his body suddenly jumped into the air and flew over ten feet close to the water surface, which made the fireflies gathered on the water surface disperse.

Although Wen Ling's martial arts skills are amazing and she has reached the point of climbing up to the point of crossing the water, if she does not rely on external objects, she cannot achieve a state like Zhang Yang, which is like walking on the plain surface of the water. This is not because her internal strength is not as good as Zhang Yang, but because she does not understand the Mahayana Skills and cannot use everything around her for her own ease.

Wen Ling threw the scabbard of the Blood-Drinking Sword into the water, stepped on the scabbard with both feet, and activated the scabbard with internal force, and rushed along the underground river. The scabbard flew through the waves, forming a white water mark behind.

Every step of Zhang Daguanren was really on the water surface. Because he was attacked in the bathroom, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, but not wearing shoes also had the advantage of not wearing shoes. If Zhang Daguanren stepped on the water surface, he would definitely not be able to achieve the amazing effect now. The Mahayana Sect emphasizes the unity of man and nature. The direct contact between the barefoot of the Great Official can fully exert this. The water is soft, soft and hard, and can smooth the edges and corners of the rocks, and water dripping through the stones. The underground river flows rapidly. Zhang Daguanren stepped on and took advantage of the power of the water flow. Even on the water surface where the undercurrent was surging, he still controlled the rhythm very well. The biggest mystery of the Mahayana Sect is the unity of man and nature, and can turn external forces into their own use.

Wen Ling stepped on the scabbard and ran through the waves. The speed was extremely fast. She and Zhang Yang ran on the water surface. In fact, there was an essential difference between the two. Wen Ling had to use internal force to activate the scabbard and constantly consumed internal force while walking. Zhang Yang used the Mahayana Sect to adapt to the potential power of the water flow. His running used the power of the water flow itself. In addition, every time the soles of the foot and the water surface, the Yongquan point absorbed external force and quickly restored the internal force that had just been lost.

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

Wen Ling's speed was no less than that of him. She shouted with a delicate voice. Her body flew out of the scabbard. A little cold star in her hand shot towards Zhang Yang's back, which was the poisonous needle she had in advance.

The Yidao in Zhang Daren blocked the sword in his hand, and the poison needle hit the blade. It made a sharp sound in the ground, and fire was everywhere in the darkness. Zhang Yang's body flew forward five feet straight and stretched out the Yidao in his hand, pointing on the rock wall on the right, and flew backwards to the left.

After Wen Ling failed to attack, she also rushed to the stone wall on the other side. She grabbed the hole in the stone wall with one hand and looked directly at Zhang Yang on the opposite side. Zhang Yang was already standing on the giant rock opposite. She looked at Wen Ling with a smile and said, "When Jin Ziwu used to fight against the two masters of the Sui Palace here, the world's first gunfire and arrows, Chu Zitong through the clouds. The wound marks on the rock were all traces they left back then. When I found here, their bones were still there."

Wen Ling said: "What else have you discovered?"

Zhang Yang said: "It's nothing, there's only this knife, Qiu Yuan's spear head, Chu Zitong's head, I pity them lying in the cold and wet ground for more than a thousand years, so I chose a place to bury them. Why? Are you feeling a little sad? You don't have to be sad. It won't take long to see you!"

A cold light flashed in Wen Ling's eyes, and she cried out in secretly: "Today you either die or I die!" Her arm exerted force, and she flew out of the stone wall. She raised her sword in the air with both hands, and slashed Huashan with one force to slash Zhang Yang with all her strength.

The sword energy spread to a range of three meters in radius. The underground river water was forced by the sword energy, which aroused the water column to soar like a thunder explosion. Zhang Daren shouted, "Hello, Wen Ling seemed to be provoked by herself and did her best to complete the attack."

Seeing Wen Ling's terrifying voice, Zhang Yang was convinced that her martial arts had been completely restored. The Blood-Drinking Sword and Yidao were both weapons used by Jin Ziwu during his lifetime. Since the Mahayana Sword hidden in the Yidao, other martial arts secrets may also be hidden in the Blood-Drinking Sword.

Wen Ling's attack had reached her. Zhang Yang had no intention of fighting head-on with her, and her body fled to the right. The Blood-Drinking Sword slashed at the place where Zhang Yang was standing just now. The hard rock was split into a two-meter-long crack. The stone chips and dust were flying all over the sky. However, Zhang Yang had already made a clever change with Wen Ling and escaped to the opposite rock.

"Coward!" Wenling gritted her teeth.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Provoking the general? It's useless to me!"

The two of them stared at each other through the underground river about three meters wide. Zhang Yang's tactical thinking was to preserve his strength to the greatest extent and consume Wen Ling's internal strength as much as possible. When her internal strength dropped, she began to turn to a full-scale counterattack.

Since Wen Ling knew that Zhang Yang had mastered the Mahayana Sect, she certainly understood that Zhang Yang's internal strength recovery speed was far better than herself. If she fought a protracted battle with him, she would definitely be at a disadvantage, so she had to fight and decide quickly. Wen Ling stood proudly on the giant rock, raised the blood-drinking sword with one hand, and slowly stretched the other hand, drawing an arc in the void. The flashing fluorescent light around illuminated her palm, and her palm gradually became transparent.

Zhang Yang frowned and thought to himself, "The Seal of Life and Death? Wenling's Seal of Life and Death" is obviously not yet practiced. Zhang Yang doesn't think that she can hurt herself by relying on this set of exercises.

Wen Ling grabbed and lifted it, and a loud bang on the water surface under her feet made a loud noise, and a ten-meter-high water column flew into the sky. Wen Ling rushed towards the opposite side almost at the same time. She rushed into the water column that was stimulated by internal force, and the Blood-Drinking Sword was wielding wildly. Tens of millions of water lines were stimulated by her internal force, shooting at Zhang Yang on the opposite side.

Official Zhang secretly complained that it was not good. This was the cold rain in the sword technique of the bitter wind and rain that 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 sword technique was simply not comparable to Wen Ling. The water lines all focused on Wen Ling's extremely powerful internal strength, which was tantamount to a strong bow. If it was shot, its body would inevitably be penetrated.

Zhang Yang waved the Yidao and the wind was not clear, and the water line kept hitting the knife curtain formed by the Yidao. The sound of airflow colliding was endless.

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

Zhang Daren did not expect that Wen Ling's skills were not only restored, but also closer to the past. She condensed into ice in a short period of time, which was enough to prove that her Yinsha Shura Palm had been cultivated to its peak state.

The light of the sword curtain suddenly closed, and Zhang Yang's figure reappeared. He held the knife with both hands, and the human sword was combined like a sharp arrow shot out, rushing towards the huge icicle at full speed.

The Yidao stabbed into the icicle, and Zhang Daguanren's strong and domineering internal force shocked the icicle inch by inch. The Yidao drove in. Wen Ling's body appeared behind the icicle, and the Blood-Drinking Sword in her hand faced the Yidao at an astonishing speed, and the tip of the knife hit the sword together. The Blood-Drinking Sword is very tough and curved like a bow.

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

Zhang Daren was also unambiguous. He faced Wen Ling with the same palm, and his palms collided with each other, making a muffled sound. Wen Ling's palm seemed to have a strange attraction, sticking Zhang Yang's palms together. The skin of her palms became redder and redder at this time.

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

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

Wen Ling's hands became redder and redder, as if they were growing on Zhang Yang's hands. The river flowing through them seemed to be slower and slower, and in the end it condensed into ice. The internal force struggle was completely a life-and-death battle. Zhang Yang did not dare to make any negligence. While actively replenishing his internal force, he rose up to fight Wen Ling with all his strength.

As the internal strength of the two men was greatly lost in the competition, Wen Ling's hands gradually faded. What made Zhang Yang feel frightened was that his hands began to turn red slowly, as if Wen Ling had infected the color on her body. Zhang Yang didn't know much about the life and death seal, but when he was in the throne, he witnessed Chen Xue scaring Wen Ling off with this method, but now Wen Ling seems to have mastered the method of the life and death seal and used it on her body.

Wen Ling showed a hint of complacency in her eyes, but Zhang Yang's internal strength showed no sign of weakening. She knew that this must be because Zhang Yang practiced the Mahayana Stage. Although Wen Ling did not understand the Mahayana Stage, she knew that the greatest mystery of the Mahayana Stage was the unity of man and nature, and she could use all the surrounding environmental conditions to quickly replenish her internal strength. Wen Ling gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Zhang Yang for a long time and adopted a head-on internal strength competition. This was the result of her careful consideration. Wen Ling believed that no matter how magical the Mahayana Stage was, it would not be possible to replenish all the consumed internal strength in a short period of time.

Wen Ling used a tactic that both sides were defeated. The reason why she dared to do this was because she thought that her internal strength was slightly better than Zhang Yang, not to mention that after she got the Blood-Drinking Sword, she had already mastered the key to the life-and-death Seal.

First of all, I would like to thank the first million alliance of medical departments, wingofgod, who wrote more than eight million. Finally, there is a million alliance. Thank you for your reward, the octopus will continue to work hard.

Chapter 4 is given. Although many readers know that this is what the octopus says, I, the old octopus, I did post four chapters today, and it is also the only four chapters that octopus has. Readers who have been reading it for a long time know that octopus will always be habitually weak at the end of the month. In fact, this is exactly the kindness of octopus. Usually, they don’t store manuscripts, and they publish as much as they can. If I am a little careful, it is possible to leave dozens or hundreds of chapters at the end of the month and the beginning of the month. Octopus is unhappy and always publishes as much as they do. They don’t like inventory.

Readers who have complaints, please calm down. You look back at the updates of octopus in the past three years and check the updates of octopus every month. There is another month less than 250,000? It’s not much to count alone, but it’s not easy to add up. I feel it’s not easy to myself.

To be honest, every time at the end of the month, I always feel like I run the whole journey, just want to relax, not write much, just want to rest, I know my problem, but I can't change it. Don't worry, Octopus is not a sprinter, we run marathons, and it's long a month, and this month will still not be less than 250,000 updates.

I was a little tired tonight and got myself fainted. I sent a chapter to bed early. The guaranteed monthly ticket still has to be requested. I said I don’t care, does anyone believe it? Since I think I care, why don’t I ask?
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