Yang Yan toed a little tree pole, and his body flew up against the tree pole.

Zhao Yue was like a toe on the ground, and she also joined the sticks and jumped up.

Yang Yan let out a long roar, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" turned into countless lights and shadows, and sprinkled them on Zhao Yueru's head. Just listen to the sound of "clang", and the knife and stick collide together without any fancy touch. The shadow of the sword in the sky suddenly dissipated without a trace. The two energies collided with each other, causing countless leaves to fly with the air current, and when the energy dissipated, they fell like raindrops.

After the two landed, they wielded knives and dancing sticks, and it became a confrontation again.

Although the time of the fight just now was short, Yang Yan felt that Zhao Yueru's stick method had greatly changed the number of strong and powerful roads before, but it had become lightweight, with thousands of changes, and the strength was peculiar, and there were countless wonderful changes. After breaking through the fifth layer of the "Resolute and Resolute Dafa", his skills have improved greatly, and he has a handy weapon, but he can only see the moves, although he blocked Zhao Yueru's round of attacks, it is difficult to carry out counterattacks, and it seems that he has underestimated Zhao Yueru a little at the beginning.

However, Yang Yan's letter was unwavering, the long knife stood up, the back of the knife was attached to his lips, and with a "ding" sound, the middle finger of his hand flicked lightly on the knife body, making a sound like a dragon's groan, condensing endlessly. Zhao Yueru on the opposite side immediately had a sense, only to feel that Yang Yan's momentum suddenly became extremely powerful, and he was coming towards him.

Yang Yan let out a long roar, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" once again emitted a dazzling blue light, turning into countless sharp lasers, and the strange energy, like a storm and lightning rolled up with Yang Yan as the core, attacked Zhao Yueru with the momentum of thunder. Unstoppable.

Zhao Yueru knew that this time Yang Yan must have used all his strength, a shallow smile appeared on his beautiful red lips, and with a wave of the coiling dragon stick in his hand, it turned into a long rainbow, and the lightning was as fast as it stabbed towards the center of the storm lightning composed of countless sharp lasers. There was another loud bang, as if it was a thunderbolt, knives and sticks struck each other, and all the sharp lasers, storms and lightning disappeared without a trace. Zhao Yueru shook the dragon stick, drew a graceful arc, and swept towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan suddenly turned around, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" was flattened out, just splitting the coiled dragon stick." With a bang, the knives and sticks struck each other again, and both of them took a step back. Yang Yan let out a long roar, the tiger pounced forward, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" turned into layers of unstoppable knife waves, like the Yangtze River, attacking Zhao Yueru. Zhao Yueru didn't show weakness, swung his stick and swept it, and the coiling dragon stick was fierce like lightning.

"Cong, convolut, convolut, convoluted" The loud sound made when the knives and sticks hit each other was endless. At this time, the two of them were all fast and fierce, close to the flesh. Without any fancy tricks, it's so compact that there are almost no airable spaces.

Yang Yan had already fought at this time, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" chopped, slashed, split, and stabbed, and the bloody sword technique moved forward bravely, and the characteristics of the fierce and incoherent were vividly and vividly displayed. The knives rolled in as if they were endless. Wrapped Zhao Yueru in the raging waves rolled up like a sword. It also makes her feel as if she is in the realm of a battlefield where thousands of troops are torn apart.

But Zhao Yueru was unmoved. Pulling, beating, pointing, sweeping, a sixty-four-pound sinking dragon stick was pumped and spitted, but in her hands it made it light and elegant, and the changes were gratuitous. If you are imaginative, you can leave no trace. However, the power, time, and angle of each stick are pinched and accurately cut. It seems to be a flat boat in the stormy waves, although it rises and falls with the wind and waves, but it is always safe and sound.

Both sides are going all out, attacking against attacking, and playing fast. For a while, they were still evenly matched, and no one could have the upper hand.

With a "sonorous", the "Wind Forest Volcano" obliquely provoked the coiling dragon stick, and both of them were shocked. When the distance is stretched to three zhang away, they stand still. Head to head and return to a distant standoff again.

At this time, Shi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, at first he did watch the battle with a little excitement, but he never expected that Yang Yan and Zhao Yueru's martial arts were far higher than ordinary masters of the rivers and lakes. Now I'm glad that the two of them were okay in the round of fighting just now. couldn't help but say: "Both, I think you guys are tied, so let's stop?"

The two turned a deaf ear, Yang Yan exhaled lightly, and said, "Princess, compared to the last battle, your progress is much greater than I imagined?"

Zhao Yueru said lightly: "Each other, each other, you didn't disappoint me either."

The two of them were talking though. However, their momentum has not weakened in the slightest, and they have always maintained a state of being ready to fight again at any time. Seeing it, Guang Yan knew that he was doing nothing to stop this contest, and he couldn't help but secretly feel sorry.

Yang Yan remembered the scene when the two fought side by side during the expedition, and on the coast of Dengzhou, the two joined forces to fight against the four monks. Unexpectedly, less than three months have passed, but it has become two swords and soldiers. Yang Yan couldn't help but feel the impermanence of heaven and the unpredictable world in his heart. Although he sighed in his heart, his fighting spirit did not weaken in the slightest, and he was about to swing his knife to attack Zhao Yueru.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone say, "Stop, don't fight." A slender, slender figure inserted between the two was none other than Zhao Qianru.

Yang Yan's heart trembled, and the "Wind Forest Volcano" in his hand finally hung down weakly. He was not afraid to face anything, but he really didn't dare to face Zhao Qianru. And Zhao Yueru also let go of the coiled dragon stick. Guangyan in the pavilion finally breathed a sigh of relief, and these two people finally didn't have to fight anymore.

Zhao Qianru faced Yang Yan, staring at him with a pair of autumn eyes, as if she had a thousand words to ask. Yang Yan lowered his head, not daring to look at her. He didn't know how to explain it. But he also knew in his heart that at this point, all explanations were in vain. And Zhao Yueru stood behind Zhao Qianru, looking at the two silently, without saying a word.

The three of them just looked at each other silently, and no one spoke. I don't know how long it has been, Zhao Qianru finally turned around slowly, walked to Zhao Yueru's side, pulled Zhao Yueru, and pleaded a little: "Sister, let's go!"

Zhao Yueru glanced at Yang Yan, but finally didn't speak, and left with Zhao Qianru. Yang Yan looked at the backs of the two leaving, still speechless.